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He shouted for Alma and Futen to go ahead of him.  The dragonling flew down the chasm and Futen floated into the crack.  Richter shoved his body into the crevasse in the floor.  Bracing his back on one wall and his hand on the other, he strained to keep himself in place.  Now Richter wished he hadn’t made the remnant extinguish the light because he couldn’t see how far of a drop it was.  That didn’t matter though because the giant had found him!

A rough and rocky fingertip reached him as the giant strained to push its arm as far as it could into the tunnel.  The finger traced down Richter’s face, producing both blood and a scream, when he felt the thin skin on his forehead tearing.  The monster roared in triumph at finally being able to touch its quarry.  The hand drew back slightly then surged forward again as the giant slammed it shoulder against the lip of the tunnel. The rocky opening crunched slightly, but it still couldn’t get any further in.  Richter edged himself a few more inches down the crack in the floor.  The rock giant yelled in frustration and its dark grey fingers waggled only inches from his face as it strained to reach him.

Holding himself in place was almost beyond Richter considering that he was already so exhausted.  As the monster rammed its shoulder into the cave mouth again Richter called out that he needed light.  Futen’s glow showed that the drop was only a few feet, but the floor beneath him was sharply sloped and continued until it passed under a ledge.  Richter couldn’t see where it led.  Dropping now wouldn’t hurt, but he doubted that he’d be able to stop himself.  If that slope ended in empty space… well, that was game over.

Richter’s arms quivered and one knee slipped before he caught himself.   He knew that the option of whether to go deeper into the crevasse was about to be made for him.  That was when the giant’s arm withdrew however.  Richter couldn’t believe it.  After being chased for hours, was he finally about to gain a respite?

The answer was no. 

While the mouth of the cave was stone, the roof was just earth in certain places.  The rock giant began pummeling and tearing apart the hill above the cave.  Each blow made dirt fall onto Richter.  The blood flowing from his forehead mixed with the falling particles and made a dark paste on his face.  He didn’t even notice that however, because after the third blow, a hole appeared in the ceiling.  By the fifth blow it had widened to the size of a basketball.  On the seventh, a large portion of the ceiling collapsed and Richter found himself staring up at the rock giants grinning face.  He quickly tried to shuffle lower into the crevice as it reached its hand into the cave. 

His strength gave out and he fell.

Richter had been right.  After falling the few feet to the slope below, he couldn’t stop himself and continued to roll for another twenty or thirty seconds.  When the incline finally leveled out he was laying on a cold stone floor.  He could hear water dripping somewhere in the distance and his Tracking skill showed the same clawed prints he had been following outside.  Futen’s light showed that the tunnel continued in only one direction and still sloped downward, albeit at a much gentler incline than the slope he had just fallen down.  Alma sat on a nearby rock looking at him in concern. 

The bones of small animals littered the floor of the tunnel.  Some of the animals had not been completely consumed and the smell of fetid meat hung thick in the air.  More powerful than that, however, was another scent.  That smell provided the answer to what type of tracks he had been following.  He had only smelled this particular stench once before and it had been fairly recently.  Grimly looking on into the darkness that extended past Futen’s sphere of light, he quietly said one word, “Kobold.”

CHAPTER 16

Richter immediately had Futen extinguish his light.  He then cast
Night Vision,
but to his dismay, there didn’t seem to be any ambient light.  Even with his vision enhanced he couldn’t see anything.  Sighing, he had Futen emit the lowest intensity glow the remnant could manage.  The level of illumination was so low that Richter wouldn’t have been able to detect Futen if not for his enhanced vision, but it was enough to get the job done. His sight came alive in a contrast of green and black.  Richter reached out for Alma.  The dragonling crawled up his arm and settled upon his shoulders.  At his mental order, she crawled under his Cloak of Concealment.  The he hitched up his hood and invoked
Stealth. 
A blinking icon showed that his hurried flight had earned him some prompts.

Congratulations!  You have reached skill level 5 in Dark Magic.  New spells are now available.

Congratulations!  You have reached skill level 8 in Air Magic.  New spells are now available. 

Your long flight through the night has increased your Characteristics.  +1 to Agility.  +1 to Endurance. 

The only sounds in the tunnel were the faint drip of water and Richter’s own breathing.  Judging by the amount of rot on the half eaten kills, this tunnel had been used at least a week ago.  Just waiting here was not an option.  An entire kobold tribe could be up his ass soon, and he would be unable to run.  Looking up at the slope he had just fallen down, he judged that climbing back up would be difficult, but should be possible.  Should be possible that is, once he faced an extremely unpleasant task.  Fixing his injuries, namely, his shoulder. 

First, he fixed his face.  The rock giant’s hands had excoriated his forehead and nose.  Worse, one strip of ragged skin hung over his eye like a creepy flap.  He carefully picked it up and held it in place with one hand and did the brief hand gesture for
Slow Heal
with the other.   With a muttered word of power, the skin healed back into place and the slow dribble of blood running down his face ceased.  The spell unfortunately did not fix his shoulder.

It had been pushed mostly back into the socket by his tumble down the hill, but when he ran his fingers over the joint, it clearly was still not fully back into position.  Looking around he found a small crack in the wall.  Lips pressed tightly together, he guided the hand of his injured arm into the crevice until half of his forearm had disappeared.  He then placed one foot against the wall, and making sure his arm was secure, he sharply twisted his body and yanked!  With an almost audible pop, his shoulder was set back into place.  Expecting the pain this time, he was able to grit his teeth and only a muffled shout escaped his lips.  Though the maneuver definitely caused pain, a cool relief also spread through him now that all of his parts were where they should be.  Richter cast
Slow Heal
again and felt the pain in his shoulder lessen to a barely perceptible level.  The spell might not be able to fix broken bones, but it worked wonders for inflammation! 

That done, he looked up at the steep hill that had brought him underground.  Richter took out his dagger and started climbing.  He jabbed the weapon into the earth as a mobile handhold and slowly inched up the slope.  His entire body was sore, but he didn’t stop.  Richter planned to get almost to the top and listen for the rock giant.  If he didn’t hear anything, he’d ease his way out of the hole and make his way to the village while concealed. 

As he got closer to the top of the slope, he started looking for the entrance to the cave but didn’t see anything.  He finally found a spot where the dirt of the incline had been disturbed and he realized that the reason he couldn’t find the entrance, was that it didn’t exist anymore.  The disturbance in the dirt marked where he had fallen and above it was only a pile of dirt.  Richter didn’t know how long he had been out, but that damn giant must have kept banging on the cave until it collapsed!  Richter’s face contorted in anger and it was only because he was in dangerous territory that he didn’t scream aloud in frustration.  He only had one option now.  He had to follow the tunnel.

Richter made his way back down to the bottom of the underground hill, silently cursing.  Once at the bottom though, he stopped his lament.  Sure he was covered in horrible burn scars and buried alive in an underground warren of intelligent lizard monsters who specialized in deadly traps, but as his grandpappy used to say ‘A little hard work never hurt anyone, but I’ll beat your ass if you don’t get to work.’  Richter got to work.

He drank a Potion of Clarity and gave another to Alma.  No reason to waste any experience that might be coming their way.  After that, he accessed his Traveler’s Map.  With a bit of focus, he switched from an above ground view to a subterranean map.  Richter sighed.  He had hoped that the maps he had obtained from the kobold he had charmed in the catacombs, Tri’yerin, would link to where he was now.  All he saw was the small bit of tunnel he was now standing in, though.  Everything else around him was the pure black of unexplored territory.  

With another mental command, the map drew back to encompass a greater area.  He kept zooming out until he found the tunnels Tri’yerin had drawn.  Richter’s nostrils flared.  He had to be miles away!  No, he realized, it was worse than that.  He was miles west AND miles up from where he had found that abandoned temple, and all that he could see was black in between.  Tri’yerin’s maps were almost useless to him right now!  It would be like if he only had a map of Manhattan, but had to find his way there underground from Long Island.  If he got close enough, the map might come in handy, but otherwise he was just stumbling around in the dark.  The only saving grace was that his flight from the giant had brought him roughly north and east, so he was at least closer to the Mist Village than he had been before. 

Richter closed his map and whispered softly, “Futen, stay invisible and speak quietly.  Can you get us out of here?”

“I have no ability to tunnel through rock, my Lord,” came the reply.

“What CAN you do?  Can you guide us home underground?”

“I have no navigational abilities, my Lord.”

Richter nodded to himself in the dark.  He had known it was probably a long shot.  “If only you could just transport us home.”

“I have no ability to transport you home, my Lord.”

Richter paused for a second and thought about the remnant’s phrasing.   “Do you have a way to get yourself home?”

“I am tied to the Mist Village and specifically the Great Seal, my Lord.  I am only able to be this far afield because of my proximity to you.  I can return to the Great Seal at any time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything about this before?” Richter asked tersely.

“My duty is to serve the Master of the Mist Village.  I can only do this effectively while I am with you.  Also, you never asked, my Lord.”

Richter covered his face with both hands and breathed deeply three times to calm himself.  He could NOT start yelling at Futen when they were in a monster den.  He suddenly knew exactly how Dr Evil felt after being thawed.  “You have to tell me these things!  I’m the boss!  I need the info!”

“Yes, my Lord,” came Futen’s monotone reply. 

“So you can return to the Great Seal,” Richter continued softly, “How?  Is it a spell?”

“It is an Ability, my Lord.  I can at any time invoke it, and I will be instantly transported.”

“Can you come back afterwards?” Richter asked.

“No, my Lord.  I will have no way to return.”

“And I’m guessing that you can’t take me and Alma with you?”

“I have faint memories of transporting others in the distant past, but that would be beyond my current capability.  Perhaps when the village levels, my Lord, but currently I cannot.”

“So when you’re gone, you’re gone,” Richter said to himself.

“Yes, my Lord.  When I leave, I will not physically be present any longer.”

“What?  I wasn’t talking to… Just be quiet a second and let me think,” Richter said waspishly.

Silence reigned for a full second before he heard in a deadpan tone, “Yes, my Lord.  Being quiet.”

Richter glared at the remnant, outlined in the green and black.  “I KNOW that you’re fucking with me man.”  As ordered though, Futen remained quiet and did not respond.

Turning his mind from the irritating orb, Richter thought it through.  Communicating with Hisako and Randolphus was important.   The last information they would have received would have come from Terrod.  That report would just say that he was about to fight two trained killers.  They would have every reason to think he was dead or captured.  What they would do in that case was anyone’s guess, but they might waste time and resources coming to get him.  When there was so much to be done and so many threats to face, that was not a small consideration.

Richter also had to factor in that while both he and Futen were here underground, no mist workers were being summoned.   That would dramatically slow down the growth of the village and the construction of defenses.  He had no idea how long he would be stuck down here, and he couldn’t just waste this time.  There were many reasons why sending Futen back would be a helpful move.  There was one obvious reason why he shouldn’t though.  Namely that Futen wouldn’t be here to help him. 

Right now, Richter was reliant on the remnant to even see.  He could always cast a Light spell, but it would be like sending up a signal flare down here.  Even though Futen was emitting out light, it was much less conspicuous than a bright ball of white light.  Sending the grey orb away would seriously compromise his position and Richter refused to be the dumb sorority girl with the perky tits in the horror movie. ‘Oh no!  Who could have foreseen that my decision to have sex in the middle of a murder spree with the weird guy in the van with blacked out windows could have gone wrong?’  You know who, Richter thought, ME!  He wouldn’t shoot himself in the foot by sending away a needed ally.