The Wandering Inn

Book 2: Chapter 3

It was an odd procession that walked down the empty halls of Liscors undead ruins. Not that the ruins were undead; rather, they were infested with the undead.

In theory. No one had seen a corpse yet, living, undead, or just dead. But they were ready.

Still, it was an odd group Ryoka found herself walking with. And an odd formation as well. She hadnt given it any thought when shed known she was going in to find her friends. Ryoka had assumed shed be running into the ruins as fast as she could, avoiding traps and monsters every foot until she found the Horns of Hammerad.

It would have been a suicide run in any case. What would she have done even if shed found them? Carried them out on her shoulders hundreds of feet while dodging monsters, armor and all? She couldnt even lift Calruz.

She hadnt been thinking. That would have killed both her and the people she had come to rescue. She had to use her head.

Some thought then, had gone into the procession that walked through the ruins. The group had decided to walk two abreast, so that no one was without a partner, but also so they were staggered out in case something came from behind.

It felt like one of those horror movies to Erin, but at least this time shed placed herself in the middle. And they were walking together, not with one idiot stuck in the back where no one could hear them. Even so, she kept looking over her shoulder every few minutes.

Somewhat predictably, Ksmvr was stuck in the front with Toren. No one wanted to walk with him and Toren could see just as easily in the dark as in the light. Pisces and Rags walked in the rear, theoretically furthest away in danger but hypothetically first to be stabbed in the back. But between Rags ears and Pisces paranoia, ambush was unlikely.

That left Erin and Ryoka in the center. They walked together, looking around as they passed from room to room in complete silence.

That didnt mean their group was silent of course. Ksmvr glided through the darkness like a ghost, but Toren rattled when he walked. Pisces muttered to himself as he shuffled and tripped over his robes, Rags scuffed along and Erin

She literally clanked as she walked. Ryoka wanted to ask what all the frying pans were for, let alone the bag of rocks but she was too busy looking around in the darkness.

She and Ksmvr would have to do most of the fighting, depending on how useful this Pisces was. She almost wished she could tell Erin not to come. Her and that Goblinhow useful could they really be? Ryoka kept worrying as she searched for the first shambling corpse.

But no one came. No monsters, no undead, not even any dead bodies. The emptiness of the ruins was unnerving, and the strain took its toll on everyone.

After about ten minutes of heavy breathing, pounding heart, and jumping at every shadow, Erin couldnt take it anymore. She looked at Ryoka. The tall girl was walking quietly, bare feet padding on the stone floor as she tried to look in every direction at once. Erin cleared her throat and Ryoka jumped and glared at her.

So. Its pretty dark.

Rags glanced sideways at Erin. No one else said a word. Every nerve was taut with tension, every eye scanned the dark corridors and empty rooms for danger, signs of movement.

I mean, I dont have a problem with dark places. But this is really dark. And spooky. But the architectures nice. It reminds me of one of those old cathedrals, you know?

Pisces glanced at Erins back quizzically.

Cathedrals? You meanbuildings of worship? There are a few scattered around, but Ive neverdoes this place remind you of one?

Its not the exact same, but this reminds me of the ones in Rome and places like that. Whats the one called with the painting on the ceiling?

Ryoka sighed loudly. She stared at Erin and gestured pointedly at Ksmvr and Toren as the two ranged ahead of the other four.

Shouldnt we be quiet so we dont walk into an ambush?

Do we really need to? Ive got [Dangersense]. Its this skill that allows you to, um, sense when dangers coming.

Ryoka tried to keep from curling her lip.

I know that one. Ceria says it doesnt work for some types of danger. Traps, for example.

Well, are we going to be silent the entire time? I bet thatd be scarier than talking.

Rest assured that I remain petrified no matter how we choose to spend the journey. But Erin does have a point Miss, ah, Griffin. I can sense undead as they draw near to me.

Really? So where are they?

Pisces looked hunted.

Around. Somewhere. These ruins are saturated in death. So many undead lurking here for hundreds, possibly thousands of yearsI would know if they were right behind us, though.

Wonderful.

The four walked on in silence. Erin wondered whether she should keep talking, but the momentum was lost.

After five minutes Ryoka muttered a few words.

Its the Sistine Chapel, and its in the Vatican, not Rome.

I thought it was in Rome.

The Vatican is a separate state. Its within Rome, but technically its a state by itself.

Oh. Thats cool. I didnt know that. The Pope rules there, right?

Pretty much.

Why were they talking about the Pope in the middle of an abandoned ruin? Then again, Ryoka didnt know Erin that well. Maybe she was really religious.

Again, Pisces glanced suspiciously at Erin and Ryokas back. Rags was busy picking at her ear.

Whats a Pope?

Ryoka immediately tensed, but Erin immediately replied.

Hes like a super [Priest]. If they existed. Which apparently, they dont.

Pisces eyed Erin, but he seemed to accept her convoluted explanation.

So hes a hypothetical [Priest]. I see.

Yup. We could really use him right now, too. A [Priest] could totally take care of all the undead we meet. Turn undead, holy water, all that good stuff.

I can do much of the same.

Really? Why do you need us, then?

Pisces sniffed at Erin. He reminded Ryoka of exactly the sort of person she hated. Or at least, one of the types of people on her hate list, which, it had to be said, was quite large. He was a prissy, self-important know-it-all if she was any judge. Exactly the sort of person who talked big and never delivered

And who was right now risking his life to save Ceria and the others. Ryoka paused and had to rethink her thoughts.

I can deal with most forms of the undead quite easily. Its ah, the Crypt Lords that pose a considerable threat to me.

Erin frowned.

What are Crypt Lords? You mean those huge fat things with bones for teeth?

Yes. They are above my level, so to speak. I cannot so easily destroy them as they resist my magic.

Crypt Lords? Is that a stronger type of the undead? Like a Lich?

A Lich? You mean an undead wizard thing?

Erin stared at Ryoka, and then at Pisces.

Please tell me one of those isnt around. Arent they immortal?

Pisces looked amused.

Hardly. A Lich is simply the undead version of a spellcaster. Theyre quite dangerous in numbers or even alone, but theyre hardly immortal. And I never saw one in the attack on Liscor, so I believe we are quite safe.

That was another thing. Pisces had been there during the attack on Liscor, and so had Erin for that matter. Ryoka had missed the entire thing.

She had a hard time imagining these Crypt Lords, even though Erin was quite vocal with her descriptions. Moreover, she wondered how bad the attack had really been. She had a hard time imagining Pisces surviving a real attack, and Erin told her shed defended her inn from the undead. Ryoka didnt think Erin was lying, but

If shed survived it, how bad could it really have been? A few hundred undead? And apparently some monster made out of skin. Ryoka just didnt see the horror in it if Erin had gotten out unscathed.

And if shed survived, maybe the Horns of Hammerad had as well.

Erin was still talking about the Crypt Lords. She held up a glowing green jar, one of the ones shed taken from the inn. There were two of them in her bag of potions.

Ive got just the thing for them, right here.

It didnt look like the other potions Ryoka had seen in the markets in human cities. She wondered what it did.

May I see that?

Pisces backed away from the jar as Erin held it out to Ryoka. The mages reaction made Ryoka accept the glowing container warily. It wasnt particularly warm or cold to the touch, and the liquid sloshed around like most Newtonian fluids. That was the extent of Ryokas insight on the jar.

What is it?

Its acid.

Ryoka nearly dropped the jar. Her skin prickled and she immediately felt a cold sweat breaking up across her body.

What kind?

Erin looked blank.

Um, Acid Fly acid? I dont know.

Acid flies? Ryoka remembered the menu in Erins inn. Acid flies. Shed thought Erin was joking. But

She sloshed the liquid gingerly in the jar and inspected it. It was glowing green, exactly like the fake slime youd expect to see in a kids science kit.

A hydrochloric acid of some kind? Will it eat through the glass?

I dont think so. I dont know what kind of acid it is. Um, it doesnt really touch metal or stone that much. It only dissolves flesh and skin. But it does that really fast.

Ryoka stared at the jar. She had doubt about its efficacy, but had an opportunity to see the acid in action soon enough. Ksmvr paused as he rounded a corner, and then he and Toren were running back towards the others.

Undead. Ghouls, up ahead.

Ryokas heart began to pound, but the others reacted differently than how she expected. Pisces nodded, Rags drew her sword, and Erin lifted the glowing jar with a determined look.

Right, you get behind us.

Ksmvr hesitated, but Toren glanced at the glass jar and immediately moved behind Erin. The skeletons sword was drawn and Ryoka was mesmerized by his blue eyes. She tried to concentrate. They were coming.

I can handle five. How many were there?

Eight. Two were wounded.

Ive got one.

Erin lifted her acid jar as Ksmvr took a position flanking her. Pisces pushed back the sleeves on his robes and narrowed his eyes. Now Ryoka could heard growling and the dull thumping of flesh on stone. She was ready for this. She had learned to fight as a child. She could do this. She could

The first Ghoul bounded around the corner on all fours, so quickly Ryoka was transfixed. By the time she had recovered, it had already been joined by six more bodies, Drakes and Gnolls, all dashing across the ground.

The undead werent supposed to run. But these things were sprinting. Ryoka was shaking. Eight? Eight was too many. Shed have to fight two at once. She glanced at Pisces. He was raising his hand and Erin was lifting the jar of acid. Too slow. Theyd never.

Decease.

Pisces crooked his finger, and Ryoka heard a crack. One of the Ghouls in the front tumbled down, and she saw its spine twisting around under his rotted flesh. He stopped moving, tripping up the others.

The mage moved his finger and pointed at a second Ghoul. And the third. They fell down each time, spines breaking with horrible grinding sounds.

Another Ghoul leapt forwards. Ryoka nearly jumped at it, but Erin threw her jar. The glass stuck the Ghoul mid-jump and he crashed into the ground. Smoke began steaming up from his flesh as the once-Drake rolled around, clawing at his body.

Now the Ghouls were a few feet away. Pisces raised his other hand and pointed. Two Ghouls collapsed, and the last two howled as they ran at Erin.

This was it. Ryokas legs tried to move, but she was too slow, for once. Next to her, Toren leapt towards the first Ghouls and Ksmvr caught the second with both swords and daggers.

It was a blur. Ryoka saw Toren stabbing at the Ghoul and then grappling on the ground with it. Ksmvr was slicing apart his foe as Erin held a frying pan at the ready, shouting something. The Runner stared as Toren and the Ghoul rolled around on the floor. She couldnt help them.

Suddenly Rags darted in front of Ryoka. The Goblin darted forwards and stabbed. The Ghoul stiffened, and Ryoka saw that Rags had stabbed the dead human in the back of the head. Toren rolled away from the now completely dead Ghoul and grabbed his sword before he got to his feet.

The skirmish was over. They had won.

And Ryoka

She hadnt done a thing.

-

Erin noticed Ryoka staring at one of the Ghouls after the excitement had ended. The Runner girl was pale, but she was looking at the Ghoul hit with the acid. Erin was slightly regretting throwing that jar, now. She only had one left. Toren had been collecting acid from the traps, but pickings had been slim and shed used up her entire supply fighting Skinner.

Dont worry. That ones dead. And the others wont be getting up any time soon.

They had better not. The ones Pisces had killed by snapping their spines werent moving, and the other two were in pieces thanks to Rags, Ksmvr, and Toren. As for the one Erin had hit

It was a puddle. A glowing, green puddle with half-dissolved parts slowly melting away. It was actually quite a hazard, given that the others would have to walk around the spreading stain.

But Ryoka seemed only half-interested in the dead Ghoul. She was staring at the dissolving body and frowning.

What is it?

Ryoka glanced at Erin and pointed at the acid.

That makes no sense. Acid doesnt dissolve things that quickly. If it were that strong, it would have eaten through the glass jar in seconds.

Weird, huh? But it makes for a good weapon, dont you think? Ive been selling it to the Goblins and making good money, too!

Ryoka stared at Erin.

Youve been selling that to Goblins?

Um

But how does it not destroy those jars? Why does this acid only target flesh?

Magic?

Ryokas face told Erin quite clearly what she thought of that idea.

Magic should still make sense. This doesnt.

Its how they eat.

Ryoka turned. Pisces was mopping at his forehead. He was sweating. From the effort of casting those spells? He nodded at the nearly dissolved Ghoul and the now-sludgy pool of green.

The ah, Acid Flies use their acid to render dead flesh into a syrup-like substance as you see before you. They then collect as much of it as possible for nourishment, for themselves and the females.

The females?

Yes. All of the acid-bearing flies are male. They supply the females with nourishment and scavenge for dead bodies. It was quite ingenious of Miss Solstice to harvest their liquid, although you can see the dangers clearly enough.

Ryoka stared at the pool of acid. It was easier to stare at the unidentifiable green goop instead of the dead bodies of the Ghouls. She felt queasy, but tried to force it down. Theyd won. The Ghouls had been easily dispatched. Almost too easily. But then, Ryoka hadnt done much. She hadnt done anything, really.

But next time shed fight. Once things were serious, shed play her part.

She was sure of that.

-

The group travelled on for twenty more minutes before they were attacked. Pisces was just explaining how his patented spine-snapping spell was a product of a more advanced spell of [Necromancers] that hed repurposed when he looked up and shouted a warning.

Fifteen undead, a mix of zombies and skeletons, surged out of an open doorway and ran towards the others. Again, Ryoka nearly froze as she saw their rotting frames and the burning lights in the eyes of the skeletons.

Pisces cut down several undead, but this time there were too many. Erin delved into her pack and threw somethinga rock. Ryoka expected it to miss or not do any damage, but the stone cracked into the head of one of the skeletons, shattering part of the bone and sending the skeleton spinning to the floor.

And then they were on top of the group, clawing, biting, trying to kill Ryoka.

The girl saw Ksmvr lashing out lightning-fast with his swords and Toren charging into the center of the group before a zombie lurched at her. She raised her fists as the mostly-rotted woman approached, rotted teeth gaping as she grabbed at Ryokas arm.

Kick it. All of Ryokas instincts told her to kick, and she did. Clumsily.

It was no devastating roundhouse kick that hit the rotted woman in the stomach, but a pushing kick, meant to keep the woman away. But even that failed, because when Ryokas bare foot struck the woman in the stomach, it tore and caught in the rotted flesh of the womans intestines.

The feeling was horrible. Slimy, squishy, and lukewarm. It threw Ryoka off balance, and the undead woman seized her.

Punch her. Knock her away. Throw her to the floor. Ryoka had a thousand options, and she took not one of them. She stared into one ruined eye and felt the putrid breath of the zombie woman on her skin. And she couldnt fight back.

She froze up. She couldnt help it. It was a dead body, a dead human come back to life. This was reality. It wasnt a monster, and this wasnt a game. This was real.

And it was trying to eat her.

The zombie opened her jaws impossibly wide and bit at Ryokas face. Ryoka shouted with horror and hurled her back. A bit of dead flesh fell off the womans face and landed on Ryokas cheek, near her open mouth. Ryoka flung it away, but then the zombie was over her, reaching for her. The zombie was going to kill her

A frying pan crashed into the zombies face, breaking what remained of the nose with a crunch and sending it sprawling to the floor. Erin bashed the zombie to the ground and hammered it on the head as it lay prone on the floor. When she lifted the frying pan it was slightly deformed and bits of hair and skin were sticking to the side.

Ew, ew,  ew!

The girl didnt take long to complain, though. She whirled and bashed another skeleton down. From her position on the floor, Ryoka saw the skeleton fall and then the lights go out as Erin kicked the skull right off the rest of the body, sending it crashing down the long corridor.

The last zombie fell down, Rags sword in his gut and one of Ksmvrs daggers still cutting through his throat. Erin looked around and sighed in relief. The other undead were gone.

Which left her with adrenaline still pouring through her veins and her frying pan. Erin stared at it. Shed killed three zombies and one skeleton with it. That was good, but now parts of each dead corpse were sticking to the side of the pan.

Oh god. Thats gross.

Erin turned green as she shook bits off of her frying pan. She took several deep breaths, trying to get the stench of rot and death out of her nose. She tried not to vomit and looked at Ryoka. The other girl was still staring at the zombie Erin had killed. Her face was white.

Hey, are you okay? That zombie didnt bite you or anything, did it?

Erin held out a hand to Ryoka. The other girl stared at it, and then at her. Ryokas eyes travelled to Erins pan, and the nameless substance dripping from the side.

Oh, right. Ive gotta clean that off. Um. Good thing Im not using it for cooking, huh?

The barefoot girl stared at the frying pan, and then at Erin. She ignored the offered hand and stood up slowly. She looked around at the dead bodies, the sliced corpses, and inhaled the scent of death. She looked at Erin. Her face was deathly pale.

Ryoka? Are you okay?

That was when Ryoka threw up.

-

You know, its not like just anyone can go into the ruins and fight undead monsters. Youve gotta be pretty brave to do that, let alone barefoot.

Right.

And you were trying to fight with your bare hands. Thats likedouble brave, right?

Right.

And we all think youre brave, isnt that right?

Erin glanced around. Ksmvr and Pisces both nodded obediently.

Indisputably.

That is correct.

Besides, you ran through the High Passes by yourself. And you survived giant wolves and evil goats and gargoyles. Youre not a coward. You know that.

Ryoka sat on the ground, shaking. She knew she should say something. But she couldnt. Her throat was still too tight.

Erin was trying to comfort her. And her words were actually helping. But they didnt take away what had happened.

I froze up. I couldnt fight back.

Hey, it happens to all of us.

Did it ever happen to you?

Erin had to think about that.

No. But its nothing to be ashamed of. Anyone would freeze up if a horrible zombie tried to eat their face.

Ryoka stared up at Erin, and the innkeeper smiled encouragingly.

Come on. Weve got to keep going.

Of course.

Ryoka was on her feet so fast Erin blinked.

We cant stop. Weve got to get there in time. Lets go.

She started walking. Erin exchanged glances with the others and hurried after her.

Ryoka slowed to let Erin catch up, and even more so Ksmvr and Toren could move ahead again. After all, shed proven she couldnt do much if she got attacked.

Erin sidled up to Ryoka and kept pace as they walked further into the ruins. Ryoka could feel Erin glancing at her.

Youre uh, thats a pretty quick recovery, there. You feeling alright?

No.

Ryoka was being honest.

We could stop if you need more time

Weve got to get to the Horns of Hammerad. Ill live. Im justIll be fine.

Ryoka smiled bitterly.

After all, its not like you need a coward to fight anyways.

Hey.

Erin grabbed Ryoka by the shoulder.

Youre not a coward.

I couldnt fight back. I nearly got myself killed.

You were fighting with your bare hands

I took martial arts lessons since I was eight. Im a certified martial artist and Ive been in fights countless times before this. Ive seen monsters. But I couldnt kill that zombie. Why? Whats the difference?

Ryoka stalked on ahead. Erin thought as she hurried to catch up. After a few minutes, she offered the only answer she could think of.

I guess its because youre not a killer.

She saw Ryoka stop in her tracks. The Asian girl stared at Erin, face shadowed in the light of the floating orb hovering next to her face.

What?

Its just a thought.

Erin shrugged awkwardly. She couldnt really explain it that well.

Its justfighting, martial arts? All that stuffs self-defense, right? And its like a sport.

So? Its meant for combat.

But not for killing. Right?

Ryoka hesitated.

Its not the first option, but if it comes to that

But its never come to that, right? I mean, have you ever killed someone? Ever stabbed someone or broken their neck with a karate chop or anything?

Ryoka thought back to the Goblin shed kicked, long ago. She remembered the horrible way his neck had crunched and shuddered.

Maybe. Once.

Well. I uh, Ive killed a lot of things.

Ryoka looked at Erin. The shorter girl looked away from her, into the darkness.

The first thing I killed was a Goblin. A Chieftain, actually. He was huge and evil and he wanted to kill meI burned his face off with boiling oil.

It was as if Ryoka had taken a step that was no longer there. She stared at Erin as the other girl continued.

I killed some other Goblins too, I think. Well, they were stabbing me so I hit themand I killed some Shield Spiders, and then some undead. Its not as if Im an adventurer and go around killing things, yknow. But I had to. And the thing is, everything screams when it dies.

She looked at Ryoka. There was a hollowness in Erins gaze. A cold void.

Everything. I dont enjoy it. I hope I never will. But I can kill things. Other monsters, or even people. Not just dead people either. If it came down to it, I could kill someone trying to kill me.

II see. But Ive fought people too.

But youve never killed them.

No. No, I havent.

The pieces fell into place. Ryoka got what Erin was trying to tell her.

I guess thats why I became a Runner. I dont have the

Stop.

Erin pushed at Ryoka, and the other girl stumbled. Ryoka looked back at Erin, and saw the other girl was shaking her head.

Its a good thing. Its a good thing you cant kill people. Even dead people.

But I nearly died. If it comes to it again, I might have to fight. Or kill.

And if you have to, you probably will. But I think not killing things is good, dont you?

Yes.

After seeing the look in Erins eyes, Ryoka had to agree.

-

So, you dont have a class? Thats so weird.

Ryoka was getting used to Erins wide-eyed looks of surprise. There was something inescapably innocent about Erins curiosity. It just drew answers out of Ryoka that she had no intention of giving. That was the problem; it was easy to talk to Erin.

And worse, Ryoka enjoyed it. After the fight with the zombies, the undead presence had vanished for a time. Ksmvr and Toren had run across individuals and small groups which they dispatched without bothering to inform the others of, which left time for talking.

And suddenly, talking was something Ryoka wanted to do more and more with Erin. She had depths. Not like an onion or a cake or parfait or something stupid like that. She had depths like a puddle you stepped into which turned out to be as deep as an ocean.

But she was still refreshingly shallow in areas like this.

Its a uh, its a choice I made. I know it seems stupid given this world

Oh, what? No. No, I dont think so. Im not judging. You do you, and all that. I was just wondering how you did things without skills.

Ryoka was beginning to wonder that herself. But she had a theory, and shed come too far to abandon it just yet. Maybebut she changed the subject to keep the conversation light.

Youre um, good at fighting.

You think so?

Ryoka knew so. Shed seen Erin fighting with her frying pan, and despite the other girls lack of any kind of martial training, she was wickedly dangerous. And strong. Ryoka knew that was probably because of a Skill, but it amazed her even so.

Why are you using frying pans, though? And whats with all the rocks?

Its all part of my master plan.

Erin grinned at Ryoka as she brandished her new frying pan. Shed abandoned the old one a while back, claiming it stank too much.

See, Ive got this [Bar Fighting] skill, right? It only works when I use objects I could find in a bar, or in this case, a kitchen. If I pick up a sword I dont move nearly as well and its harder to hit things. So I thought a frying pan would be perfect!

And the rocks?

Ive got [Unerring Aim] and [Lesser Strength]. I can toss those things hard enough to kill some zombies.

Thatsactually impressive.

Ryoka had to admit it.

Yeah, well, I thought if you have the skills, why not use them, yknow?

Its creative. I think thats more the point.

What do you mean?

Well, lets assume this is a gaming world.

Ryoka paused, and looked behind her. Pisces stared at her, and Rags yawned and looked around, clearly bored. She knew she shouldnt be saying anything, but Pisces had heard most of their conversation. And Erin trusted him, and hed fixed her leg. And there were others in this world anyways, so it wasnt a big a secret as before. Maybe

Hed probably already guessed something was up if he had half a brain, anyways. Ryoka turned back to Erin.

Well, Im no expert. I never played board games when I was younger.

Me neither. I mean, I tried D&D once or twice, but I like chess more.

Another surprise. Where did they come from? Ryoka liked chess. Maybe she could play Erin a few games. Hopefully Erin wasnt a sore loser.

What Im trying to say is that creativity always seems to be a hallmark of those kind of games. You cant do the same thing in video games, but instead of fighting your way through a dungeon, why not collapse the foundations? Oror if youre fighting an angry Minotaur, why not teleport him into molten lava or something?

Because thatd be really mean? I get it, though. Youre saying its possible to mess with the system, right?

Or at least take advantage of certain features. Assuming you want to follow the system, that is.

Ryoka frowned to herself but stopped when she saw Erin looking.

So like what did you have in mind?

Nothing in particular. But you know a lot of things from our world. Its possible you could incorporate that into your inn, somehow.

Like how?

I dont know.

Ryoka had never put her mind to it. And now, trawling through dusty corridors below the earth wasnt a good time to think of new ideas. She suddenly looked at Pisces, struck by a thought.

Well, how about him?

Pisces looked startled.

Me?

Erin frowned.

What about him?

Pisces is a [Necromancer], right? He made that skeleton.

Toren.

Exactly. But have you ever made an undead that isnt human? Or humanoid?

Pisces frowned at Ryoka.

I fail to see what youre asking. I have raised many forms of zombies, ghouls, skeletons

But never anything else?

Such as what?

A zombie bear, perhaps.

A zombie bear?

Erin stared at Ryoka in horror. Ryoka shrugged.

It would be far more powerful than a human zombie, Im certain. Or if not a bear, what about a spider? Have you ever tried reanimating things without bones? How about undead mice? Could you turn them into spies? Orundead birds? Can they fly?

Pisces sniffed and drew his robes around himself defensively.

You ask these things as if it were a simple matter. Nothing is further from the case, I assure you.

Oh yeah?

Erin raised one eyebrow skeptically at Pisces.

Whats so hard about reanimating a bear? Its got bones.

Ah, but the alignment is completely different. The skeletal structure of a bear throws off every spell, making specialization in such a creature far too complex to be worth the effort.

Erin looked blank, but Ryoka thought she understood what Pisces was saying. The mage adopted a lecturing tone and his customary sneer as he explained.

Necromancer spells arent simply a matter of reanimating dead matter with a bit of magical power. If it were that simple anyone could become a [Necromancer]. No, it requires an intricate knowledge of the way each body works to get spells animating dead flesh to move right, let alone restore what was lost.

Yeah, but cant you just read a book on how to do it? Someone must have made legions of undead bears at some point, right?

Pisces shrugged.

Even if they had, where would I read such a tome? Necromancy might not be outlawed in every nation, but it is frowned upon almost universally. Even Wistram had few books on the subject, and what spells I did uncover were standardized incantations for humanoids only.

Oh, so no one likes being a necromancer? Thats sad.

Pisces sniffed.

Yes, well, it is a rare form of magic. There were no teachers at Wistram I could study under. I had hoped to find one accomplished practitioner, but he had long departed and his findings were equally non-existent. And the only other authorities on the subjects tend to be crazed madmen or cults who practice inferior quality mass-summoning

He realized he was losing his audience. Pisces sighed.

Suffice it to say, proper reanimation requires several factors. Necromancers use dead bodies because bones are ideal vessels for storing magical energy and spell bindings, whereas mere chitin decays too rapidly to sustain a long-form spell.

Erin and Rags looked blank.

What?

Ryoka translated.

Hes saying that he needs bones to properly animate a corpse. Spiders and other creatures without bones wouldnt last very long since theres nowhere to anchor the spell.

Oh.

Pisces lost a bit of his swagger as he stared at Ryoka.

That wasquite well said. I see you have some knowledge of the transmundane yourself Miss Griffin.

Im no mage. But I understand bullshit quite well.

Erin laughed as Pisces turned red.

-

Soyoure a Runner, huh?

Ryoka nodded. She and Erin were alone again. Pisces had retreated with Rags to the rear, and they were still talking. It felt good to talk, and besides, the undead had been amazingly scarce. Suspiciously so.

What did you do back home? I mean, did you have a job or anything?

I, uh, didnt need to. My parents were pretty rich. I was going to be a Freshman in college when I disappeared.

Oh, really? I thought you would have already been a student. I mean, Im twenty, but I took a gap year because I wanted to play chess and earn money for tuition. What about you?

Ryoka cleared her throat awkwardly.

I uh, took a gap year as well.

Several, in point of fact.

I suppose I just needed a break from High School.

Thats cool. I totally get that.

And yourean [Innkeeper]. How did that happen?

Erin shrugged.

I dont know. I just wanted to find a place to be safe, you know? And I found the inn and it was really dusty.

Dusty?

Yeah, really dusty. So I tidied it up a bit and by the time I woke up I was an [Innkeeper].

Huh.

What about you? Whyd you decide not to get a class? I imagine you would have gotten one, what with running around all the time and all.

Yeah. I had the opportunity, but I refused. I didnt think it was a good idea.

Erin looked at Ryoka curiously.

Why not?

The other girl shrugged.

This system leveling, and gaining Skills seems too much like a game.

Yeah, it does. But why not play the game? I mean, without my class I would have died several times over. So whats wrong with playing?

If were in a game, then there are rules. And someone who made the game. The question is: who? And whats the way to win?

Not die, I guess.

Maybe.

They found a long passage that seemed to slope downwards forever. Ryoka stared into the darkness and looked at Ksmvr.

Is this the way down to the second floor?

It appears so.

Thats where all the adventurers never came back from, right?

Erin shuddered as she stared down into the pitch blackness.

And where that thing came from.

Ryoka had never seen the thing Erin and the others spoke of, but she got the vibe from the way the others shifted. But still.

She looked at Pisces.

Youre sure the message said to go down there?

He nodded.

I was told they were hiding on the second floor. More than that I cant say. Ive cast the same spell to ask for more details, but Ceria must be out of mana. Or

He didnt say the rest. Ryoka nodded.

Weve got to go down there.

Erin nodded, but she still peered into the darkness uncertainly.

What if theres a second one?

We run.

Oh. Good plan.

It was probably the only plan that would work, too. Erin had no desire to fight that skin worm a second time, and without an army of Antinium to back her up, she wasnt going to try.

Although now that Erin thought about it, Ryoka was definitely the fastest out of all of them. It was probably a good plan for her, but Erin really hoped it wouldnt come to that. Shed never liked gym class.

They descended into the darkness, one by one. And found.

Nothing.

-

Nothing. Not a zombie, not a skeleton, and not even a severed Ghoul hand. The group of six walked through the empty second floor of the Ruins, alert for any movement and finding none.

They came to an empty chamber and saw where the Horns of Hammerad and other adventurers had stopped for a rest. Erin looked around at the few dead bodies that hadnt gotten back up and sighed sadly when she found Hunt lying still in a corner.

Poor guy. He was just lying here with the others. I guess he must have been wounded or something.

Ryoka stared at Hunt. She thought she recognized him, but his face was badly decayed. She shook her head.

Whatever got these adventurers must have gone through quick if they couldnt move their wounded.

No.

As Ryoka looked at her, Erin explained.

It was the monster. The skin monster. Heprojected fear. So much that you couldnt even move when he looked at you. Even if the adventurers were ready, I dont think they could have countered that.

Ryokas stomach twisted as she looked at the dead adventurers, butchered where they lay.

But this is only a few of them. Where are the rest?

They found out soon enough.

-

Oh god.

Erin stared down the corridor where Skinner had first appeared and wondered if she was going to throw up this time. It was a horrible sight. Ryoka had thrown up again, and even Rags and Pisces werent looking too happy.

The place where the Horns of Hammerad had fought their last and the open doors where Skinner had first emerged was still a scene of blood and death. Dried blood and rotted flesh, but carnage it remained. Erin walked down the corridor, trying to skirt the worst of the bloodbath.

The bodies stank of rot. Erin felt her stomach heaving even from this far away, and she was only glad that they were too far down for insects to have begun eating the bodies. Or rather, what remained of the bodies.

Skinner had passed down this corridor, and he had not left much in the way of identifiable features or even features for that matter.

Ksmvr beckoned Erin at the end of the corridor. He and Toren were unmoved by the death and he pointed to a set of huge, double doors at the far end of the corridor. The blood and guts were particularly bad over there.

This must be where it came from. Look at those doors.

Erin looked. They were massive stone doors that had been opened wide to let someone, or something out. She could tell that was where the skin creature had come from. Not just because of all the carnage, but because of the doors themselves. They had carved rune-things decorating the fronts, and more than that, they looked like the door to the final bosss room.

Ryoka stopped heaving long enough to move closer to the doors. She stared down at a bent and broken piece of metal. Sharp teeth stared up at her around bits of white skin.

Looks like the remains of some kind of trap. Didnt work if thats what it was.

Erin stared at the ground. It was justbones and muscle and organs. No skin, no way of knowing who had been here. She remembered all the adventurers whod been in her inn that night. Some of them could be here. She could be staring at them, and shed never know.

Her heart hurt. But then Erin saw something glinting in the light from the mages sphere. She bent to pick it up.

Oh wow. A crossbow!

Rags looked around as Erin dragged the heavy, black thing out from where it lay. It was one of the few objects not drenched in gore. She lifted it, marveling at the weight and sleekness of it, and then her face fell.

Broken.

Ryoka walked over to look at the crossbow. It had been a magnificent weapon, once. But something had shattered the wooden base and it was so much string and metal, now.

Too bad. That thing might have been useful. I could have used it.

Yeah, but its no good now.

The Goblins eyes followed the mangled weapon as Erin tossed it back down on the ground. She darted over as Erin and Ryoka inspected the vault from where Skinner had come from.

Now this is a treasure room. Isnt it?

It looks like it.

It was hard for either girl to be certain. On one hand, the room Skinner had come from looked like it fit the bill. It was large, cavernous, and filled with stone racks holding objects and crates. But the problem was that none of the things in the room looked particularly important.

Whats this?

Erin pointed to an urn. It was nice to look at, carved deeply and enameled with some pretty green stone that sparkled in the light. Ryoka peered at it and shrugged.

Some kind of vase. Possibly ceremonial.

And this?

An amulet.

Its made of stone!

Well, its probably valuable culturally.

But not, you know, magically?

Probably not.

Pisces looked up distractedly as he pawed through rows of goods on the stone shelves. He glared at Ryoka and Erin as if this were somehow their fault.

None of this stuff is magical! Its allmundane! This isnt a treasury. Its a storeroom of antiquities and keepsakes!

Really? But this looks like a valuable spot. Whered all the important stuff go?

The mage sucked in his cheeks angrily.

I dont know. But numerous magical artifacts were here, I can tell you that! I can sense their auras, but theyre gone.

Darn.

Erin sighed. But this wasnt why theyd come here, was it?

Well, the Horns of Hammerad arent here. Or if they are

Ryoka shook her head.

Theyre not here. Im sure of it. Pisces, that spell you got. Did it say?

He made a face.

No. It was very faint. It just said Ruins. Second floor. Inside. I dont think Ceria had enough mana for any more than that.

Damn.

Erin turned to the others. Toren had found himself a new sword, and Rags was busy lugging the broken black crossbow around. It was nearly as large as she was and Erin was sure shed never get it back to the surface. Pisces stomped out of the treasure vault and Ksmvr waited patiently as he watched back the way theyd come. Erin looked at Ryoka.

Where to? The other direction?

Ryoka nodded.

Its the only place they could be. Lets hurry.

-

The giant room full of tombs was the last place they came to. Ryokas feet were hurting from the cold tiles, and she had layers ofdeath coating the bottom of them. She didnt want to think about that.

Her feet were hurting anyways from all the searching. Theyd been to every room, checked everywhere for signs of life. But theyd found nothing. And this, the last room in the Ruins was no more promising than the rest.

After a quick run through the cavernous room, Ryoka could see there was no one hiding in the room. The stone coffins were the only things in the room, and most of them had been opened to let their occupants out.

She jogged back to where Erin and the others were waiting and shook her head.

Nothing.

Erins face fell.

Youre sure?

Theyd have to be the size of that Goblin to hide in here, and they would have heard me moving around. Theyrenot here.

It hurt Ryoka to say. But theyd checked everywhere and this was it. She shook her head. She didnt feel sad. She just felt empty. Hollow. Theyd come all the way down here, for what?

Surprisingly, it was Pisces who resisted Ryokas statement the most. He shook his head vehemently and snapped at her.

I dont believe it. Ceria is down here, somewhere on this level. We simply must have missed her. We have to go back and check!

Ryoka glared at him. She was tired and exhausted and knew he must be too. But she tried to be the voice of reason.

Weve checked everywhere. If they were hiding, why didnt they come out when they saw us? And if we linger down here, more undead might come.

I dont sense any. I barely sense anything in this area.

You said there were hundreds of undead in the Ruins.

Well, theyre not here. And I refuse to leave without finding Ceria!

But where could they be?

This was the loudest conversation the group had had so far, and their voice echoed through the vast room, quickly swallowed up by the vastness. Erin pushed between Pisces and Ryoka as the two glared at each other.

Okay, okay, lets think. We cant give up just yet, but Ryoka is right, Pisces. If we dont find them soon

He turned away from her.

Ceria is alive. She wouldnt have cast the spell, otherwise.

But you cant contact her again, can you?

No. But there are a hundred reasons why she might not be able to reply. Imminent danger perhaps, or simplystarvation. Without food or rest, her body would not be able to recharge her mana.

Right, I get that. But then where would she be? How could she hide from all the undead and that skin thing? Does she know [Invisibility] like you do?

Pisces shook his head.

No. She never learnedshe is alive Erin, I swear it. We must find her.

I know, I know. But if we dont find her soon

Ryoka turned away as Erin talked with Pisces. She felt like kicking something, or screaming, but she was afraid to make noise and attract attention. Even if Pisces said the Ruins were empty, it was disconcertingly quiet.

She looked around. Besides the three humans, the other three members of their group seemed less interested in the fate of the Horns of Hammerad and more in getting out sooner rather than later. Rags was squatting in a corner of the room, staring intently at the splinted crossbow she was still dragging around. Ryoka was surprised shed still hung onto it, but the Goblin was tenacious.

Ksmvr glanced hopefully at Erin every now and then. He was guarding the entrance to the tomb room, alert for any undead. He was probably just hoping theyd call it quits so he could stop protecting Erin.

And Toren? Toren was peering at one of the stone coffins. Inspecting it as a possible resting place, perhaps. Ryoka shook her head. This was pointless. Shed had such hopes, but the Horns of Hammeradmaybe it had just been a fluke.

Or maybe they were too late. Pisces had gotten the message nearly a day ago, now. Maybe it had been too late even when hed gotten it. Perhaps the magic had taken too long to get to him. Maybe Ceria had died waiting for them while they were still arguing with Zevara.

It hurt Ryoka, but she had to face facts. Her friends had been good adventurers, but not miracle workers. It had been likely that they all died, and it was only her foolish hope that had convinced her they had survived where everyone else had not. After all, not even the Horns of Hammerad could cheat death

Ryokas eye fell on Toren again. The skeleton was peering inside of one of the coffins. And then it clicked.

Wait a second.

Erin and Pisces broke off as Ryoka turned to them.

What is it?

I think I know where the Horns of Hammerad might be. Theyre still hiding down here.

Where?

Pisces was suspicious. He glared at Ryoka.

We searched everywhere. If youre suggesting they made it out somehow

No, theyre still here.

Ryoka began looking around the room as she spoke. She was looking. Most of the coffins were open, but a few had been closed. A few.

What ifthey were hiding somewhere no undead could get at them? Somewhere theyd never go back to?

Erin and Pisces stared in the direction Ryoka was looking, and then at Toren. Erins eyes widened.

Inside the coffins?

Its possible. If they left some room for air

Lets check. Rags! Ksmvr! Toren!

Erin called out as Ryoka and Pisces ran towards the coffins. There werent many in the room that were still closed. But there were hundreds of stone resting places. Ryoka ran from stone lid to stone lid. She heaved at each one, shifting it just a bit so she could see inside. Dead bodies, rotted remains, bits of cloth

Nothing.

She heard the others doing the same. Ryoka tried another coffin and stopped. This was stupid. If the Horns of Hammerad were there, why wouldnt they hear her and the others? Why hadnt they come out yet?

Ceria? Calruz! Gerial! Sostrom! If youre here, answer me!

Ryoka shouted it into the empty room. Her voice echoed loudly as the others continued moving lids. Ryoka closed her eyes and listened. Nothing. Of course. It had just been a foolish idea. No one could ever

?

She froze. It was the faintest of sounds, at the edge of hearing. She looked around.

Ceria?

ra?

There. There it was again. She hadnt imagined it. Ryoka ran in the direction of the sound. She crashed into a stone coffin and froze, ignoring the pain in her shin.

Ryoka?

That one. Ryoka charged towards the coffin, vaulting an empty one. She ducked her head down. It was faint butyes! There was a tiny sliver of darkness, enough for sound to come out of. And a voice. It was one Ryoka recognized.

Ryoka?

Ceria!

Ryoka shouted the word, and Erin and Pisces whipped round. Ryoka heaved at the stone lid, pushing it as hard as she could. It was heavy, but then Erin joined her, and then Pisces. They shoved the lid to the ground where it cracked against the stone. And there, inside the coffin was someone they recognized.

Ceria Springwalker smiled weakly up at Ryoka, blinking hard in the light from Pisces and Ryokas orbs of light. Her face was pale and she looked gaunt, skeletal from starvation. But she was there. Alive.

Ceria!

Pisces reached for her, but Ryoka got there first. With Erins help they pulled Ceria out of the stone coffin. She was impossibly light, even more so than Ryoka remembered. She slumped to the ground, and Erin had to lift her to keep her upright.

Ceria. We found you.

You did. You did.

Cerias voice was a murmur and a whisper. She coughed, and suddenly everyone was fumbling for a water flask. She accepted a gulp of water from Pisces flask and coughed most of it up. Ryoka tried to steady her.

Yougot my message. Im glad. I was afraid Id be trapped in there forever. I couldnt move the lid

Is there anyone else with you? Any of the other Horns of Hammerad?

Ryoka looked around. There were other coffins nearby, also closed. But Ceria just sighed. She looked at Ryoka, and shook her head.

Part of the world went still. A little less remained in it for Ryoka. Ceria shook her head, eyes shining with unshed tears.

No, no. Theyre allall gone, Ryoka.

She sighed, a ghostly puppet held up only by Erins hands. Even now, starved and half-dead, Ceria still looked like a creature caught between immortality and life. Especially now.

Its just me. Whats left of me.

Then Ceria raised her hand, and Ryoka saw with a jolt that her right hand was gone. All the skin down past her wrist had died, and what was left was just white bone and sloughed off flesh. The parts that did connect to the half-elfs healthy arm were blackened, almost like frostbite.

Ryoka stared at Cerias ruined hand. Words failed her.

II dontCeria.

Its the price I paid to live. Theyre all dead, Ryoka. All but me.

Ceria whispered the words. Her head was lolling and Ryoka realized she was on the brink of unconsciousness. The half-elf muttered the words.

Its just me.

And me!

Stone shifted. Ryoka and Erin whirled around and saw Toren and Rags pushing another lid away. A very thin, very dusty Drake sat up and smiled at them. He had light blue scales, and he staggered as he half-slid, half-fell out of the coffin.

Erin stared at the Drake, mouth working. She finally found her mouth.

Olesm? Youre here too?

Thats right!

He grinned weakly at her as Rags and Toren propped him up. Erin stared at Ryoka and then slapped her head as Pisces and Ceria looked at her.

Oh. Right! I totally forgot!