Chapter Eighty

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Chapter Eighty

Yvonne is back, and so she and Teemo are relaxing a bit. He demands belly rubs, and shes more than happy to give them. I want to ask her about what her ranger stuff actually entails, but that can wait for now. Shes been on the road for a while, so I want to give her at least a bit of time to just relax with Teemo and not need to do anything.

Ill also probably ask her to look around in the caverns and in the area by Violet that Im going to call the aquifer. The various expedition wolves are getting unsettling feelings coming from both the aquifer and the underswamp. Right now, my worst case scenario is an army of undead from a piece of Neverrest that somehow managed to escape.

Its also probably the least likely scenario, but better to be prepared. My most likely scenario, and honestly still pretty bad, is some unknown dungeon with scythemaws as denizens. Then the next couple on the list are other variations of lots of scythemaws want to eat us all. Im considering asking Thing to try to make magical traps that I can trigger directly, but not yet. Hes got a lot on his plate right now.

The work on the axe has stalled a bit. Hes made some serious progress, though. It wasnt difficult to make the quartz pickups, and not difficult to get it to make a separate bit of quartz vibrate with it. The problem is getting it to actually sound right.

We first tried just putting it in several different boxes, to see if the vibrations would work. It made sound, sure, but it sounded like a box with a big bee in it, not like an electric guitar. We then tried a couple slats of wood, trying to sound like a xylophone, but well, it sounds like a xylophone. It also wouldnt work to do a wide range of sounds with. Itd take an entire array of crystals and keys? Do xylophones have keys? Either way, Im not going to make Slash haul around something like that.

My next idea was to try a pipe and be more like an organ, but after the xylophone experiment, I shelved that idea. Besides, now that I think on it, it might come out sounding more like a kazoo than a pipe organ. And, you know, pipe organs arent exactly the most portable instruments either.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.

I do have an idea for an amp that could sound how I want it to, but thats going to take a lot of effort. Right now, I have Thing experimenting with copper coils and steel plates, to help him get a better understanding of how electricity works. Hes going to be making a magical tesla coil, and once he has that running as efficiently as I need it, well work on making it sing. If all goes to plan, it can be integrated into the tophat.

Slash is going to make a lot of invaders and hostile delvers wish they wore their brown pants, once hes ready.

The ratkin have been working on making the axe itself, too, but theyre having some difficulty with the processes. They dont have any problems smelting the ore, at least. They also dont have any problems working on the alloy kinda. Actually making alloys is a breeze for them. Smelting was one of the first things I had my ratlings do back when I first got them, before they even became ratkin, so its basically in their blood.

Larx, for his part, utterly ignores her tension, and smiles at her like shes his daughter. Folarn, right? Aranya has said so much about you! She was instrumental in helping my fellow ratkin ascend to dweller status, you know. He smiles and looks around. Looks like your people are growing strong quickly.

Folarn slowly nods, still cautious of the ratkin that smells so strongly of magic. Seeing as its my magic, though, shes not hostile. Yes. I take her advice when I feel it will work for us, and refuse when it wont.

Aranya chuckles at that and nods. I think its about 50/50. Ive tried to push a couple times, but the decision really is on her and her people. Thedeim doesnt like to force a specific choice on someone, after all.

Larx and Folarn both nod at that, and the tarantula lady speaks up. The Weaver adapts to the situation at hand, instead of forcing the situation he might prefer.

Indeed! says Larx with a wide smile. I might have to come down here more often just to discuss theology, Ms Folarn. As it is, though, I came more to ask you about what you have on your back.

She gives him an odd look, but takes the axe from her back to hold in her hands. Why?

Because Lord Thedeim wishes to make something similar for one of his scions, and has asked my enclave to try our hands at it. He wishes one made of metal, rather than stone, as well as some other differences. He shakes his head as he avoids getting off topic. My point is: you've made one already, so you know at least the basics. Together, our people could forge the artifact Lord Thedeim wishes.

Folarn seems to weigh her axe along with the decision. She looks around the enclave for a few seconds, before focusing back on Larx and nodding. We will do this. We will build forges down here together. You will teach us to use them, we will make weapons and armor, and this axe the Weaver desires. Your people are the intricate swirls of fine threads in the weave. My people are the thicker strands of support and strength. Without both, the tapestry would be lesser. Together, the Weaver makes us more.

The other two smile at that, and soon Folarn and Larx are talking shop about forging and weaponsmithing. I expect theyll probably talk about their ceremony for becoming true dwellers, too, so I let them have their fun. I let my mind wander with the implications of what Folarn said about the spiderkin.

I was actually getting a little worried for them. Theyve been growing more militant, and I was afraid theyd go full skull throne on me. Thankfully, they seem to appreciate the finer things in life, even if they seem to feel they cant produce them on their own. Im going to need to have Aranya remind them about their weaving. I dont mind them wanting to take up a position as strong support, but I dont want them to think they cant have a softer side, too. Just like with the steel I need, if the spiderkin are too hard, theyll shatter.