Mason, the players of Nassau, and something like four hundred goblin children, walked through the demon-infested tunnels towards âGoblin Cityâ. It immediately occurred to Mason that not only were the players at their most vulnerable, the children were totally at risk.
He sent half his players to the back of their marching train, and kept his finely tuned senses constantly probing for attack. Carl scouted ahead, reporting back frequently that he saw no sign of any demons.
After a stretch of peaceful silence except the shuffling of feet, Mason would have preferred an attack. At least that would have made sense. Where the hell had the demons gone?
âPerhaps destroying the champion frightened the rest, or caused some automatic clear from the systemâs interference,â Phuong said.
âPretty common in games,â Garet agreed with a nod. âDungeons and raidsâyou kill a boss, it clears the closest trash.â
Mason hated video game comparisons, but he knew their synthetic overlord took some inspiration from them. Even if it made no God damn sense at all.
âI donât care. Keep sharp,â he said. âAnd donât assume they canât come from the walls.â He turned to Becky. âYou sealed us off when we left the hall, right?â She nodded. âDid you set a duration, or how long will it last? Do we need another way out?â
âI got two versions now. Sorta like a âshortâ and a âlongâ. I set the short. So, it
shoulda
been gone after a few minutes.â
This was good news, except there werenât any infernal soldier demons filling up the corridors. Nor were there any sign of the âliving mudâ demons that had clogged things up on the way in. Mason didnât know any other route except back through the fort, and he sure didnât want to go exploring with hundreds of vulnerable goblin kids behind him.
How in the name of God did he get into these situations?
âWhat are you thinking?â Demi whispered beside him. It was still weird to look into those abnormally bright green eyes, but he couldnât exactly complain. They were definitely beautiful.
Except being around Demi had already felt like she could see (and smell) through himâthat she understood him in some intuitive way that didnât let him hide. It only felt worse now. Better? He had no idea.
âI was thinking I want to find a bed and a room without demons or goblins in it.â
Demi grinned and Becky stiffened on the other side. He just about slapped a hand to his face. He really hadnât meant any innuendo.
âBetter the devil we know,â he said quickly, âno pun intended. Weâll go straight up through that fort and wipe out anything we have to. I didnât see anything left up there to be a problem. I can go alone if I need to.â
âYou donât,â Phuong said. âMost of the melee are still ready.â
âAnd needed to guard.â Mason gestured with his head at the goblins, then sighed. âWeâll hope for the best.â
Everyone looked at him like heâd grown a second head.
âWhat? I can be optimistic.â They said nothing, Demi at least giving him an indulgent smile. Even Streak, who definitely didnât know what âoptimisticâ meant, looked at him like he was a bullshitter. He rolled his eyes and walked ahead.
It was a long, tense walk. Mason twitched at every scrape, every drop of water, every scurrying animal that bolted away from the noise of their giant group. But they got all the way back to the entrance of the fort without any problems.
âGo ahead, Carl.â
The âglassassinâ vanished and went inside, another tense minute passing as they waited. He appeared with a shrug.
âLots of goblins. No demons. Unless theyâre invisible or something.â
âWell now Iâm picturinâ a horde of invisible monsters, thanks Carl,â Becky muttered. Mason gave her hip a pat, then gestured for the players to get the goblins moving. Though at this point they were hard to hold back. The whole crowd was pushing and getting noisier as they realized where they were.
The group emerged and started gathering out in the goblin hall. Mason flinched at the first shriek when they were noticed. Then the crowd of little creatures were sprinting out, and goblins were dropping to their knees or running to meet them. They laughed or wept as they hugged them, and it was just like any scene of human parents reunited with lost children.
[Objective Complete: Infernal Jailor defeated. Goblin children rescued. New title earned: King of the Outer Razor Mountain Goblin tribe. Increased status with all goblins. Patron options increased.]
Mason watched his patron points tick, some building options change. He wasnât sure if he should find âIkitâ and pass the title or what. But he watched the goblins holding their children and put it from his mind, trying to enjoy the moment.
âYou asked why it should be you leads us,â Phuong said quietly beside him. âPerhaps this is why.â He smiled and put a hand on Masonâs shoulder. âWould I have saved them? Would Carl?â
âYou would have.â Mason said, then raised his voice for Carl. âYouâd have whined like the old goats you are. But youâd have done it.â
âDonât tell the goblins.â Carl folded his arms as he watched. âAnd letâs not make a habit of it.â
Mason snorted and walked further in, hoping to ask that goblin king for somewhere safe to rest. He held Streak back because he didnât mean any harm, and a negotiation was always a little different with a giant wolf beside you.
He found the other âkingâ by his throne, embracing two small children. He looked up at Mason with wide, wet eyes, straightening as if the display were embarrassing.
âYou will want payment,â he said, gesturing for some nearby servants or court members. âNot rich, but not poor. We pay, yes? Happy to pay.â
âNo need for that.â Mason sighed and glanced around the hall. There were plenty of rooms and floors for those demons to be hiding in. âIs it safe now? Are the demons gone?â
âYes.â The king nodded. âPortals open. They go in, kicking and screaming.â It gestured and made a sucking sound. âAll gone. Just like this.â
Mason found something about the gesture hilarious, and couldnât help but think of the very satisfying scenes of closing abyssal portals. He laughed, and the goblin king laughed too, which made all his servants and court members laugh. Pretty soon even the players were going just because a lot of cackling goblins was pretty damn funny.
When the king stopped he looked skeptical again.
âWhat does Hunter want, then? Throne, yes?â The goblin shriveled. âBig lord of goblins, hmm?â
âKeep your throne. What this big, tired, Hunter Lord of Goblins would like is a nice place to rest. Maybe some food and drink. Then weâll go finish these bastard demons off and be on our way. And you and your kin can go back to doing whatever it is you do. Weâre happy to have a few friends.â
The king blinked like he didnât understand. He looked at his servants and lords, then smiled and laughed again.
ââFinish offâ. Very good, human hunter friends.â He said this as if it was some tremendously funny joke. Mason wasnât sure what to make of the tone. He was a bit worried until the goblin knelt and took his hand, planting little
kisses
on the back of it before Mason could react. âHuman friend,â the goblin said again, eyes watery. âVery good human friend. Very good.â
Mason had no idea what to say. He was half transformed, his clawed hand half rock when it came back from being lava-burned. The goblin didnât seem to care. It hopped up with a shit-eating grin, looking at the many staring goblins.
âFriends,â he said. âGood and mighty friends.â
They all shrieked and cheered, and the king grinned and shook Masonâs hand like a small town politician. Mostly Mason hoped they didnât expect a speech.
His players were giving amused grins and thumbs up, and he sighed and tried to smile without showing too much fang. When all the literal glad-handing was over, and Mason and his people had been introduced to about a hundred goblin nobles, they got around to talking again about the rooms.
âDonât worry,â said the king with a dismissive wave. âServants ready. Everything friend human asks and more. Much more.â
âOh, and some bathtubs, if you have those,â Mason said as he was eventually led up to the second level. âDo you haveâŠyou know, plumbing? Is that a thing?â
The goblin leader just smiled and said âyes, yesâ to every possible question, so Mason expected very little. But as the little king opened some doors to a series of bedrooms, the players all stopped and stared.
What looked like a steam-punk writerâs drug-addled dream was spread before them. Not only were there bathtubs, there were
showers
, with fancy metallic walls covered in artistry, plush furniture and beds fit for kings.
Copper tubes ran everywhere, built into the stone walls, connecting a dozen devices. A boiler with a
lava
bottom seemed to power everything, and the things all hissed and clacked and turned with mechanical parts.
âMany rooms,â said the goblin king, gesturing with a smile. âRest. Eat. Kill demons tomorrow, yes? Or day after. No rush for friends.â Here he frowned and clapped his hands, and servants scrambled from a dozen doorways. âHot towels! Hot food! Quick-like!â
Mason couldnât help but notice the servants were all young, upsettingly attractive, female goblins. He did his best to
stop
noticing. Then he took a deep breath and gestured for his players to start finding rooms, grinning at the growing excitement.
He paused when he noticed Becky wasnât moving at all, and that Demi stood similarly still. He
maybe
hadnât thought this problem all the way through.
âWell?â Becky said, green eyes quirked and locked on, just in case said problem wasnât clear. âWhich room we headinâ to, then?â
âBest
room for special friend big lord hunter human,â the goblin king said, like the question was ridiculous. He clicked open some locked doors, and tried to push Mason on before the effort became clearly ridiculous. âGo, go!â he said instead. âEnjoy, yes? Servants stay. We speak later. Tomorrow.â
Mason was never less happy to see a goblin leave. The king scampered off, the players all went their own ways, and Mason was left with the two, awkward/annoyed/waiting women. He cleared his throat, and really wished he had Haley.
âWell,â he said. âIâm taking a shower.â