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When the rogue and the cleric go alone into a dungeon
I play the leading man, who else?
There was a hiss of magic, and the candle was lit once again, setting the scene in a dim, shadowy orange. First he saw Yuna’s eyes, a tad startled but ultimately composed. Then he looked beyond her and caught the far more pressing matter at hand.
It seemed, despite all logic and expectation, that they were standing at the edge of a vast subterranean lake.
”Interesting.” Balthier eyed the watery passage. Its waters were a deep, unknowable black. It smelled of must and rot and all manner of foul things which must have spoiled its fetid depths with time. ”It seems the plot has thickened.”
What could possibly be hidden behind a secret staircase, a trick wall, and some kind of long-forgotten moat? The place seemed absolutely dismal, and Balthier was beginning to wonder if the current king had any idea as to its existence. In that case, the monarch certainly wouldn’t mind any forgotten treasure changing hands…
”A gate or some kind of archway,” Balthier agreed. The light was so dim that he could hardly make out whether there was another side at all. The impression of a curved half-ellipsis might have merely been a trick of the eye. ”If we should find it sealed then I hope the lock is as worn as the rest of this place. Old metal is as brittle as tree bark if given the right tools.” Tools which he, incidentally, carried on his person. A thief always came prepared.
Balthier followed Yuna carefully, taking care to watch his peripheral vision in the gloom. Yuna was correct that the boat seemed convenient, but it hadn’t triggered his sense for traps, and he found Libra to be rather reliable. Balthier knelt beside it, balanced at the balls of his feet. It was made of metal -- rusted, but clearly still holding against the water. Balthier unholstered his gun, using its ends to clear away a mass of cobwebs from the port side. There were personal items still half-obscured beneath. Tools, religious items, some kind of canvas sack. Balthier’s eyebrows raised.
”Its last occupant must have been in a hurry,” he said. His eyes flickered from the boat to the gateway on the other side. ”It should hold our weight,” he said. ”But something seems rather off put. I rather expect we’ll find ourselves under attack.”
Or at least, would have had they attempted their break-in during the passage’s prime. Perhaps the traps had rusted away. If the tunnel had ever had a guardian, he had no doubts that it had long since died. From age if not from neglect.
Balthier glanced at Yuna. ”You’re welcome to stay behind. It seems our little outing has become a tad more serious than you’d bargained for.” He climbed into the boat, carefully testing his weight. It sank into the water, but accommodated him without trouble. Balthier rocked slowly, making certain of its reliability, before he extended a hand to help her follow him.
”Though I’ve no doubt I could use the help.” His lips twitched faintly. ”Seeing as I’m rather in need of a light.”
Balthier agreed that it looked like a gate or archway might rest across the underground lake, but it was difficult to make out by only the dim light of a single candle. Yuna was starting to wish that one of them had a machina on them that could make light. She’d heard tales of flashlights since coming to Zephon, and one of them would have been incredibly useful right now. It was too late to turn back now though. Yuna wasn’t even sure if they’d be able to find one in the castle given the chance.
Balthier went down to investigate the boat, and Yuna followed while pressing one sleeve carefully over her nose. The water smelled stale and fetid, which wasn’t surprising given how long it had probably sat here unmoving. The whole thing seemed older than Yuna had thought at first glance, and Balthier even had to clear some cobwebs out of the thick metal boat so they could sit down. Thankfully the vessel didn’t seem to have decomposed at all, though there were dark brown and green rings near the bottom where it had rusted from the water.
“Always an adventure,” Yuna agreed when he said that something didn’t feel right, though a slight frown crossed her lips when he said that she was welcome to stay behind. “Here?” Yuna did a thoughtful look around the moat, though he clearly meant that she could return to the surface if she wanted. “No thank you. I rather think I’d like to know what the royal family makes so much effort to hide,” she said with a faint smile before taking his offered hand and stepping carefully into the boat. Oddly enough his fingers were rough with slightly faded callouses, though he didn’t seem the type to swing a sword around. He didn’t seem to have any weapons on him at all besides the gun, so Yuna gave him a slightly curious look, though it didn’t seem the time to ask about it.
Thankfully the boat held both of their weights, though it certainly wasn’t the sturdiest vessel that she’d ever traveled on. Yuna sat on her knees while carefully grasping the candle since it was their only means of sight right now. With her free hand, she grabbed the roughened end of one of the oars before raising it out of the water. “Ah...Hm…” The actual paddle end of the oar had not aged as well as the rest of the boat--likely because it had been submerged. It was thick with rot and Yuna eyed it a bit dubiously before cautiously using it to push them away from the edge of the land. “This might take a while,” she said with a faint smile, looking up at Balthier expectantly to see if he would take the other oar.
As they slowly made their way across the lake, the cavern was still and quiet beyond the splash of the water made by the oars. It was straining Yuna’s ears and eyes to focus so closely on their dim surroundings, but everything stayed calm until the archway came more into view and Yuna raised the candle in the air so they could see it better. The tiny flickering flame reflected off the rusted iron bars of a gate. The doors were drawn closed and sealed with a chained lock, but it looked as old as the rest of the ancient room around them. “What do you think? I'd say this calls for a pirate,” Yuna teased Balthier, dutifully holding up the candle for him as she looked cautiously behind them at how far they’d come. Maybe she only imagined it, but she thought she saw something white glinting in the water, though it was gone as soon as she took a second look.
[attr=class,bulk] Quite expectedly, Yuna chose to join him. Balthier hadn’t honestly thought that she’d have chosen to stay on these dark and grimy shores with a castle on alert behind her. Still, he was rather pleased by her curiosity. The royal family were acting rather suspiciously weren’t they?
”I’ve plundered several vaults in my time,” he said, taking her hand. ”None had quite so ghoulish security.” There had been monsters, of course, and all manner of strange and magical keys. This, however, was quite the new venture. A forgotten moat behind the fake wall of a chapel? It was a story to add to his repertoire.
Once Yuna was securely seated, Balthier settled into the rear of the boat and considered his shadowy accommodations. Yuna lifted what might have once been a paddle from the water. The wood was blackened with rot. The flat propellant side was nearly entirely eroded away. ”I’ve never been one to shy from the hard way.” Balthier took the other oar, scanning it for damage. It was appropriately useless. As it was, they’d hardly be doing more than splashing sticks through the water.
Balthier calculated any number of other ways to propel them forward. Maybe he could have jerry-rigged something together if he’d known ahead of time. Unfortunately, ’crossing ancient moats in a rowboat nearly full of holes’ had not been on his itinerary that morning.
So he ran his hand over the handle, picked off a spider nestled into the underside, and began to row.
It was slow progress.
The cavern was quiet around them. Despite cavernous ceiling, the echo of their paddling did little to pierce the oppressive silence. The water reflected the candlelight in a dismal black. Anything could have lurked beneath the surface. Balthier thought he saw the shimmering silver scales of a fish darting deeper in surprise. At least, he hoped that it was a fish.
By the time that they reached the archway, Balthier was more than a little on edge. He had, in some instinctual part of himself, expected some manner of attack as they crossed the bay. His neck prickled with anticipation. He could have sworn he felt eyes lurking amongst the shadows.
The bars of the gate were rusted. The bolt that sealed it -- more so. Balthier climbed closer, careful not to rock the boat too badly. Then he sat perched on the bar side, one leg propped on the boat’s edge. ”A pirate or an engineer,” Balthier agreed. He reached for his belt and pulled out a bolt-cutter and a pair of pliers. The lock may have held for a hundred years, but the damp atmosphere had burned through it as efficiently as acid. The metal may have been thick, but it was weak. Given the right torque, he thought he might be able to…
”Um...Maybe speed might be of the essence.”
Balthier glanced back over Yuna’s shoulder. She was nervously looking out at the water. Balthier frowned, squinting into the depths. At first, he saw nothing. Then there was another flash of silver and a strange, ghastly white that crested quickly above the water. His eyes narrowed.
There was a long moment of utter silence. Then a hand shot from the water’s depths.
It was a claw-like thing, the flesh shriveled around long, bony fingers. Its nails scraped down the boat’s rusted side, and an island of rotten white broke the surface after it. It had a face or at least a close approximation. Its eyes were as misty as clouded glass. Its cheeks were hollowed around a slack and gaping jaw. Its gray-white hair billowed around it like a funeral shroud. Balthier recoiled in disgust.
”And there’s the welcome party.” Balthier tossed his tools into one hand, using the other to pull his gun which he fired in one fluid motion. The bullet struck the corpse’s forehead, caving its skull in the process. All across the lake, he saw more colorless flesh breaking the surface. One, two, three, four, six, eight, ten…
Balthier grit his teeth and threw himself back to boat’s gateside edge. He holstered his gun again and focused his attention entirely on the lock. That was not an easy task.
”I don’t suppose you know any holy magic?” He grabbed the chain and pulled it towards him the best he could. ”Because it seems they’d like our company!”
[attr=class,bulk] Balthier materialized several tools from the pouches around his hips that he proceeded to use to examine the rusted lock holding the gate closed. Yuna shook her head disapprovingly, even if a faint smile graced her lips. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you have the exact right items for the job. You did come here to rob them.” She didn’t really expect that her words would admonish him. The criticism fell rather flat when she was next to him as an accomplice after all, but her sensibilities made her say something. Even if that something came out more teasing then anything else.
Yuna watched the water a bit anxiously while Balthier worked, wondering if she had imagined that brief glint beneath the water’s surface. A sudden ripple attracted her attention a split second before a shrunken, clawed hand broke through to the surface with a splash. Yuna let out a squeak of surprise, gripping her staff tighter as a water-logged human face emerged from the lake and turned milky eyes towards them. Before Yuna had time to formulate a strategy--or even to really absorb what she was seeing--a gunshot cracked through the air behind her, and the creature went tumbling back into the lake.
“Nice shot,” Yuna complimented Balthier a bit breathlessly, but he was already turning back towards the lock. He made a dry comment about how he hoped she knew holy magic, which she took to mean that he was leaving them to her. “Your confidence in me is inspiring,” she said with a little more huffiness than normal as she turned back towards the creatures emerging from the water. She knew the spell Holy of course. While powerful, it drained her magic significantly so she preferred not to rely on it, though it didn’t seem like that would be necessary in this case. “I think I can do you one better though since these are unsent.”
A clawed hand gripped the side of the boat as it attempted to spill them into the water, and Yuna prayed that her suspicion was correct as she swept her staff above the creature. “Life.” Immediately, the bony arm retracted with a screech, and Yuna let out a sigh of relief before calling out to Balthier “They’re Zombies!”
The corpses swarmed the boat from all three available sides, and Yuna did her best to drive them back with the liberal use of Life spells. The sending may have worked better but it took time to work, and Yuna barely had time to breathe, let alone to take up the dance with the small room that the boat allowed. Eventually one of them managed to shamble close enough to grab her skirt, and Yuna gasped as she was pulled over and landed hard on her thigh in the bottom of the boat.
“Holy!” She cast in a panic, and the entire cavern was briefly lit up with pearls of light that sent the remainder of the corpses shrinking away as the one that had latched onto her was burned into oblivion.
Yuna let out a shaky breath, but since she finally had some room to work she didn’t waste any time before climbing to her feet and starting the slow twirl of her staff as she moved into the sending. “Coming along back there?”
[attr=class,bulk] It was quite the difficult feat to catch Balthier by surprise. He was known for his cool head, his impeccable timing, and to never be caught off his feet. Still, as Yuna waved her staff over the water, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow at the result.
It was one thing to be trained in white magic. It was quite another to down a walking corpse with a single spell and a sigh of relief.
’They’re zombies.’ As though that weren’t obvious enough. Balthier had battled his fair share of wretched undead in his time, and in his experience, they were often his cue to make a swift retreat.
”Well, I’m glad someone’s happy about it,” he said as he pulled the boat closer to the chains and tried to find a proper angle for his work. He took out his pliers and studied the chains for its weakest link.
Focus.
Balthier took a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth. He was used to hectic work at the edge of a sword’s point, but this provided an extra challenge. The light was inconsistent -- dim one moment then lit in sparkling white the next. His space was cramped -- his quarry uncomfortably in range. The boat rocked as the corpses clawed their way to the surface, grasping and gnawing with strange, water-logged gasps. Balthier grit his teeth every time he was jerked roughly to the side and forced to reposition himself to try again. The undead came in endless droves. They had limited time.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Yuna fell. Balthier glanced at her, keeping his hands steady. She looked stricken. Her earlier confidence had vanished in the face of the sheer numbers in the waters below, but still she managed a final, blinding spell before carefully getting back to her feet. ”Coming along back there?”
Balthier snapped his attention back to the chain he’d been working. It was thicker than expected, yet with just the right angle and torque…
”One more push, and…” Balthier reached over the water, twisting his body awkwardly as he put the whole force of his motion into one final turn. The chain rattled and cracked, and Balthier grit his teeth, thrusting down until a shot of pain streak down his arm.
It snapped.
Balthier nearly lost balance as the resistance gave way, and he stumbled, grasping for the side of the boat. It rocked precariously, tipping first one way then the other before finally settling in place. Balthier gathered himself, carefully getting back to his feet.
”That was a stubborn one,” he said, putting his hands at his hips. There was a splash behind him, and he glanced back to see that the dead had no intent on relenting. In fact, they were coming in as equal numbers as before. How many corpses were there beneath this castle?
”I’d say it’s time to go, wouldn’t you?” Balthier made his way towards a rusted crank along one side -- a mechanism to raise the gate, no doubt. He gave it a hard pull, and the rusted metal creaked, shuddering an inch upwards. The weight was tremendous, but he grit his teeth and bore the strain to his shoulders and upper back. ”A hand. Would you?” His voice was as strained as his muscles. Even with Yuna’s help, he knew he’d be doing the majority of the heavy lifting -- something not quite in his usual repertoire. He preferred things sharp and mechanical, but the clock was ticking, and they didn’t have much choice in the matter.
The gate creaked slowly open. The dead recuperated. Finally, when Balthier thought there was just enough of a gap to squeeze through, he jammed the mechanism, grabbed the spiked bottom of the gate, and used the leverage to swing them through. He had to duck down, leaning backwards half out of the boat to make the clearance, but soon he’d guided them into the much shallower canal inside the tunnel. He grabbed the ruined oar and thrust into the water until it hit the bottom, using it to push them to a narrow walkway along the channel’s side. When it was finally in reach, he vaulted himself onto the channel then reached out a hand to pull Yuna onto solid ground.
They might have made it through, but the dead showed no interest in returning to their graves. They swarmed like rats, pushing over themselves for higher ground, grasping with their claw-like fingernails, gnashing their half-rotten jaws. A few had already made it to the canal. They pushed themselves onto the watery platform, slithering over the edge like snakes.
Balthier glanced from the monsters to the gate to the operating mechanisms. If they kept like this, they’d be pursued through these tunnels until their backs found a dead end. The dead had to be stopped here, but as he scanned the ancient, rusted pulleys, he found nothing of use. There was no means of closing the gate from this side.
His thoughts churned like cogs, setting into place one after the other. If they couldn't lower it by hand then perhaps...
He pulled his gun from his back, aimed it at the pulley system, and fired. His shots were deafening in the quiet, echoing space. The mechanisms blasted apart in a burst of hot metal and debris that he wouldn’t have dared initiated at close range. The supports snapped, and the gate came crashing down into the canal with a terrible splash of foul and fetid water. The spikes drilled into the approaching undead, impaling them between the ribs as they grasped towards them in the dark.
The dead were restless. They kept at their pursuit, but were met only with the same hard metal bars that had nearly trapped the two of them. Balthier holstered his weapon.
”Seems there’s no going back,” he said. ”Nothing to it but to move forward.”
[attr=class,bulk] Balthier managed to snap the lock holding the chained gate together just as Yuna had gotten them a moment of respite from the zombies by casting Holy. “You did it!” She breathed in relief, but it seemed that her celebration was too early as the passage wasn’t quite open yet. Balthier grabbed for a crank built into the stone wall next to it, though his face contorted with the effort as he tried to pull the ancient mechanism.
‘A hand, would you?’
For a moment, Yuna could only blink at him in surprise. No one had ever asked for her help with manual labor before, but then she’d always had guardians to do that sort of thing before. Yuna couldn’t help but feel a little flattered, even if it was only the two of them and she was literally his only option. “Yes sir!” Dropping her staff in the bottom of the boat, Yuna hopped over and grabbed the crank on either side of his hands. She had to grunt with the force of trying to push the lever forward, and it felt like she was just causing her boots to slide backwards rather than anything else. Still, between the two of them, they were able to get it moving, Yuna offering a slightly giggled apology since her long silk sleeves hit Balthier in the face with every turn of the crank.
The grate had raised just enough for the boat to squeeze through when the undead were upon them. Yuna grabbed for her staff, trying to reach it to drive them back as Balthier had a different idea and propelled them forward under the metal bars. Yuna squeaked and quickly dove to lay flat against the bottom of the boat, shooting her companion a reproachful look before she cast a Life spell on the creature closest to them.
“You’re not much for warning, are you?” She asked, but there was no real venom to her words as she took his offered hand and hopped up onto the canal walkway next to him. Some of the dead had followed them through, and Yuna did her best to keep them from climbing up to join them. She didn’t like to think about what would happen once more of them arrived in the narrow pathway, but it seemed that Balthier had already thought of that as the sound of a gunshot followed by the crunch of metal made her wince and look over.
Balthier had shot through the ropes operating the crank mechanism and the gate couldn’t stay open without it. The metal bars fell back into the water with a crash, and they were suddenly faced with far fewer of the undead to deal with. “Holy!” Yuna decided to risk using up more of her magic to fell the rest of them on this side before she leaned back against the stone wall, trying to catch her breath as she considered the closed gate.
“I hope there’s another way out…” She supposed that it would make sense seeing as there wasn’t a way to open the gate on this side anyway, but it wasn’t a sure thing. “If not, I guess I’ll have to see how Shiva feels about lifting a gate for us,” she said a little jokingly, though she also had the uncomfortable feeling that it might not be a joke before the day was out. Crouching down to the boat, Yuna retrieved her tiny candle from the side before holding it out to light their way forward again. “I guess we’ll see.”
The walkway continued forward a ways before splitting off into a right passageway. Yuna was a little startled to see that this tunnel wasn’t in complete darkness like the others. There was something lit at the end of it, and after giving Balthier a concerned look, Yuna blew out her candle. It was better to conserve it while they could.
The tunnel ended in a massive, intricate door. It was constructed from so many different shades of metal that Yuna couldn’t have named them all. Patterns of humans and monsters covered every inch of it, but the most unnerving part was how the door itself seemed to be the source of light. “Some sort of magic, maybe?” Yuna asked uneasily as she leaned forward to consider the door. There weren’t any handles, but there did appear to be three indentations where parts of it could be pushed inward. One was down by their feet, a second at eye level, and the third stretched overheard around ten feet in the air.
[attr=class,bulk] ”I hope there’s another way out.”
Balthier glanced at Yuna. She was hardly more than a shadow in the bleak, semi-darkness. Even so, he could see the grime on her dress, the tangles in her hair, and the places where the dead’s rotten grip had torn at her sleeves. She looked small beside him, and Balthier felt himself frown.
She hadn’t asked to be here. This wasn’t her heist, and yet, it seemed she’d been swept into it nonetheless. Now they were trapped below a castle dungeon in a place no one would find them for centuries.
There was no time for doubt. Instead, he merely raised an eyebrow and echoed, ”Shiva?”
Yuna knelt beside the boat, salvaging the candle from its precarious position above the canal. Whatever she’d meant, she seemed confident in herself. Confident enough for him to ask, ”Is there someone else I can expect to come charging across that lake?” Someone who could lift a rusted metal gate of her own accord, apparently.
Balthier didn’t like to be left in the dark. Figuratively or literally.
They continued on, deeper within their subterranean labyrinth. The air was even older here, stale in a way that reminded him of old tombs. The path, it seemed, had once been carved out of a smooth and polished limestone. The walls were carved into crumbling reliefs depicting foreign gods and warrior kings. Now it was all uneven and worn down with age. Yuna’s candle flickered off ages’ old cobwebs, casting the skittering trail of rats in sharp relief. Balthier kept his eyes narrowed in that suffocating half-darkness, stopping every now and then to cast Libra upon himself.
This place was already known for its traps. This deep beneath the surface, he didn’t like the sound of triggering another one.
There was a light at the end of the hall. Not their own. Not a dim, flickering candle, but something else. Something with a strange and ethereal glow. Yuna stopped, shooting him a nervous look before she blew out their candle and crept forward. Balthier reached out to stop her, but she was already on her way, and he sighed, following her.
His experience in ancient ruins told him that nothing here should still be active, and if it was, that suggested an encounter that they’d do best to avoid.
The source of the light was a door. That in itself was strange. Balthier approached it cautiously, scanning the carvings and mosaics for significance. It seemed of some kind of ceremonial use, he thought. His instincts told them that they were close to their prize.
”Magic or magitechnology.” Balthier eyed the floor for traps before stepping forward, touching the carved reliefs. ”It seems to depict a procession, overseen by the gods.” He trailed his finger over the human fingers, leaving a trail of dustless stone behind it. ”There’s a judgment from the earth, above, and below.” He gestured at the vaguely divine figures at the top and bottom of the door, leering at the ghastly parade between them. Then he stepped back, arms crossed, as he considered the whole picture.
”If I had to guess, we’ll find some burial chamber beyond this point. The door may be trapped if we try to force our entry. Which means solving their puzzle.” Balthier tilted his head. ”I’d imagine we push the three indentations at the same time. Though given their ritual significance, it’s hard to say.”
If that really was the case then they were in something of a tight spot. Assuming the indentations could be easily pressed, the one at the floor and the middle wouldn’t be so difficult. The last, however, was far out of either of their reach. ”A shame there’s only the two of us.”
A shame that Fran wasn’t with them. She’d always had a knack for heights.
The cogs in his head were turning. He has basic tools, a gun, and a white mage at his disposal. His eyes narrowed in thought.
”You don’t happen to be familiar with the float spell?” To his knowledge, Float was the specialty of a time mage, but it didn’t hurt to ask. ”I should be tall enough to press the top two myself given a boost and the right anchoring. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring the tools for rock climbing.” He smirked to himself then glanced at her.
[attr=class,bulk] Balthier didn’t appear to have heard of Shiva before, which made Yuna blink a little in surprise. Every offworlder that she’d come across so far had seemed to know their own versions of the aeon, not to mention the one that this world had. It was a little disconcerting to not have the name instantly recognized. She wondered if that meant there were no summons at all where he was from.
“I’m a summoner,” she explained a little sheepishly. Yuna was used to having the term not have the same context on Zephon, but she wasn’t used to someone not knowing what it was at all. “I can call on my aeons for assistance, but Shiva is the only one I’ve managed to bring forth here. Maybe she could help us get out if we need it.”
The way out wasn’t immediately pressing though, even if it was nagging at the back of Yuna’s mind. The path forward was much more imminent. Glancing up at the subtly glowing door, Yuna stepped back and tried to observe the entire story that the door was telling them. She nodded along with Balthier’s observations even if she didn’t have the slightest idea what he meant by magitechnology. Yuna could barely handle normal machina at this point without throwing magic into the mix.
“I agree,” Yuna said when the pirate concluded that their best bet was to push all three indentations at the same time. Doing that was easier said than done though, and she glanced at the brunette man a little curiously when he asked if she knew the float spell.
“I’ve never heard of it,” she was forced to admit. “It sounds like it would be incredibly useful right about now though…” Yuna took the moment to judge the distance to the top against Balthier’s height before clasping her hands together and turning to face him. “Alright! It looks like I’ll just have to stand on your shoulders.” Suddenly worried that she had been presumptuous, her confident look quickly morphed into a more anxious one. “That is...I suppose you could try standing on mine if you’d rather…”
