Iron Sky
Procedurally Generated
Session 30, Part 10
The locath met them a few miles outside Port, watching them for several minutes before motioning them to go to the surface. They were at enough depth that it took several minutes for them to get there.
“Let's hope we speak the same language,” Bail said as the turtle broke the surface of Landspear Lake. “Turtle, open.”
“What do the turtle-ones want in our master's lake?” the locath said as soon as they reached the mouth.
“We came with treasure for your master, as we promised,” Suniel said.
The locath tilted its head, as if considering what Suniel had said. “Give the treasure to me and it will go to our master.”
Bail smiled. “Surface-dwellers use that trick too. No, I'm afraid we need to take it to your master in person.”
“We've met him before,” Suniel added. “And we gave him a sizable amount. He'd be unhappy if he didn't get the next part of what we have for him.”
The locath considered it for a while.
“Making the master happy is good it is,” it finally said.
“Do the Locath not mind being ruled by such a beast as 'the master'?” Suniel said.
“It is our fate to have a master,” the locath said. “All Locath know this. Come.”
The locath dived.
“Not going to have a master for long,” Bail said under his breath. They stepped back into the turtle. “Turtle close.”
Suniel took a deep breath. “Let's hope so. Otherwise, this turtle is going to have a new master.”
Bail snorted and clapped the elf on the back. “You kidding? It's just a fish.”
“A fish with a True Stone, and that fish is an aboleth. You're not going to find many fish nastier than that,” Suniel said. “Turtle, follow that locath.”
***
“That's a nice palace,” Bail said, as the light from their turtle illumined the bottom of the Landspear Lake.
“It's an illusion,” Suniel said. “Look at it again.”
“That's an ill... oh, yeah. Once you know how to look, you can kinda focus differently and see through it,” Bail said. “So, that big fish head nailed over the cave that the illusion was hiding, whose head is that?”
Suniel stared. “Underdakul's.”
A second later, a dozen massive tentacles reached out of the cave and an immense, sleek brown form pulled itself out behind them, the shimmering blue True Stone looking tiny next to the kraken.
“That... is not an aboleth,” Suniel said.
“Trade one fish for another,” Bail said with a shrug. “Shall we go talk to it?”
Suniel stared at it for a moment, then nodded and grabbed his things. “If diplomacy fails, the attack word is 'banana',” Suniel said. “Turtle open.”
Bail tried to stop him to ask a quick question, but the elf was already out the door, the shimmering bubble of the turtle's protective magics forming around him instantly. Oh well, it's probably not important, Bail thought as he followed the wizard out. I'll ask him later.
The locath met them a few miles outside Port, watching them for several minutes before motioning them to go to the surface. They were at enough depth that it took several minutes for them to get there.
“Let's hope we speak the same language,” Bail said as the turtle broke the surface of Landspear Lake. “Turtle, open.”
“What do the turtle-ones want in our master's lake?” the locath said as soon as they reached the mouth.
“We came with treasure for your master, as we promised,” Suniel said.
The locath tilted its head, as if considering what Suniel had said. “Give the treasure to me and it will go to our master.”
Bail smiled. “Surface-dwellers use that trick too. No, I'm afraid we need to take it to your master in person.”
“We've met him before,” Suniel added. “And we gave him a sizable amount. He'd be unhappy if he didn't get the next part of what we have for him.”
The locath considered it for a while.
“Making the master happy is good it is,” it finally said.
“Do the Locath not mind being ruled by such a beast as 'the master'?” Suniel said.
“It is our fate to have a master,” the locath said. “All Locath know this. Come.”
The locath dived.
“Not going to have a master for long,” Bail said under his breath. They stepped back into the turtle. “Turtle close.”
Suniel took a deep breath. “Let's hope so. Otherwise, this turtle is going to have a new master.”
Bail snorted and clapped the elf on the back. “You kidding? It's just a fish.”
“A fish with a True Stone, and that fish is an aboleth. You're not going to find many fish nastier than that,” Suniel said. “Turtle, follow that locath.”
***
“That's a nice palace,” Bail said, as the light from their turtle illumined the bottom of the Landspear Lake.
“It's an illusion,” Suniel said. “Look at it again.”
“That's an ill... oh, yeah. Once you know how to look, you can kinda focus differently and see through it,” Bail said. “So, that big fish head nailed over the cave that the illusion was hiding, whose head is that?”
Suniel stared. “Underdakul's.”
A second later, a dozen massive tentacles reached out of the cave and an immense, sleek brown form pulled itself out behind them, the shimmering blue True Stone looking tiny next to the kraken.
“That... is not an aboleth,” Suniel said.
“Trade one fish for another,” Bail said with a shrug. “Shall we go talk to it?”
Suniel stared at it for a moment, then nodded and grabbed his things. “If diplomacy fails, the attack word is 'banana',” Suniel said. “Turtle open.”
Bail tried to stop him to ask a quick question, but the elf was already out the door, the shimmering bubble of the turtle's protective magics forming around him instantly. Oh well, it's probably not important, Bail thought as he followed the wizard out. I'll ask him later.
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