It’s funny how grudges can live on. Objectively, Tessa knew that being angry about something that had happened to her almost twelve years ago was just silly. If anything, she wasn’t even the one who should have been upset. The right plan would have been to call Glimmerglass over so she could have the revenge she’d been so long denied.

But Glimmerglass was Tessa. It was harder to remember that when they were walking around in separate bodies with, at least temporarily, independent memories. Tessa had been there as much as Glimmerglass had though through the years of monster encounters and dungeon raids. They’d been through all the ups and downs, and it had been one persona, one set of intentions that had pushed them through the challenges they’d overcome. 

Tessa had never been fully wed to either a first or third person viewpoint when talking about Glimmerglass. She’d been as likely to say “I picked up an incredible new staff in the dungeon that me and the guild beat last night” as she was to say “Yeah, Glimmerglass wants to get some revenge on those Dire Wraiths that wrecked her armor.”

“You know, I should probably be scared of taking this things on,” she said as she and Lisa marched back to the storm cellar door. “I should be, but I‘m not.”

“Same here,” Lisa said. “I don’t think Misery Worms even have blood and I’m still getting this borderline bloodlust at the idea of ripping one apart.”

“Pillowcase and Lost Alice are up for a throw down I guess?” Tessa said. She hadn’t meant it as a serious explanation but it raised serious questions nonetheless.

“Yeah. That could be.” Lisa seemed to be pondering the idea with the same gravity Tessa was.

Tessa still thought of herself primarily as Tessa. But ‘Tessa’ had been a cubicle dwelling, wage slave, with a messy apartment, and an aversion of socializing outside of silly elf games.

Hadn’t she?

If someone had made the claim a week earlier, she would have been forced to agree with them. She would have too easily admitted that the description more or less captured the sum total of who she was.

Except it didn’t. Certainly not anymore, and, the more she looked at it, not then either.

The facts of her life were like a candle trying to illuminate an entire theater. They not only showed just a single side of her, they couldn’t even reveal very much about that.

“I was stitched for confidence,” Pillowcase said. “I was trained with a purpose, and when I was abandoned, that purpose wasn’t lost. I found it again by choosing it for myself.”

“That doesn’t sound like something I could have done on Earth though,” Tessa continued to herself.

“Maybe not,” Pillowcase said. “Not with the support you hadn’t been given. But what you’ve done doesn’t define all that you can do. Our lives led us to build different strengths, but the capacity to be you is just as much in me as the other way round.”

“And now that we’re together?” Tessa asked, feeling a space open inside her. 

She wasn’t the woman she knew herself to be. Not anymore. She wasn’t ‘Tessa’ as she’d understood ‘Tessa’ to be. But then she never really had been. The ‘Tessa’ she’d known was always an incomplete sketch of herself because she’d never had a wide enough the perspective to view all that she could be.

And she still didn’t. Two candles showed her more of the theater of her mind, but she could see from their light how much vaster the space was. How much more she could be. If she needed to be. If she chose to be.

“Let’s do this,” she said, a familiar resolve rising her heart.

“You and me and her and the other one?” Lisa said, apparently having had a similar conversation within herself.

“All of us,” Tessa said.

“I like being crazy with you,” Lisa said.

Tessa didn’t fight her urge. She threw an arm around Lisa’s waist and pulled her in close for a quick kiss.

“Time to have some fun,” she said.

In theory they should have had a plan. They could have laid clever traps. They could have used a variety of ruses to get the [Miser Wyrm] to leave the safety of its lair. They could have simply had a sensible marching order.

Instead Tessa hit the cellar door with both feet after a running long jump and smashed through the rotten wood.

“[Counter Death],” Lisa called, wrapping Tessa in a shell of protective magic.

Tessa’s human eyes were no match for Pillowcase’s nightsight adapted magical optics, but with the cellar door in a ruined heap at her feet there was plenty of daylight shining into the basement for Tessa to catch a glimpse of an undulating shape squirming along the far well.

“[Minor Death Bolt],” she said, though the invocation wasn’t strictly necessary.

A beam of purple twisting light flashed from the tip of her wand to the far wall, drinking in all of the light it passed by.

In the darkness, the shape writhed and screamed only to come bursting forth without warning or preamble.

The [Miser Wyrm] bore no resemblance to a dragon. There were no scales on its body, and it had no serpent or lizard-like features at all. It really was more properly named a Misery Worm, with a body that resembled an earth worm with a rather horrible fungus infection. A ten foot long earth worm, it was worth noting, with a maw that was filled with  serrated gold teeth which somehow lacked gold’s signature quality of being soft and malleable.

“Die! Death bolt!” Tessa screamed as the creature lunged at her. Her wand fired another stream of purple light but she made no assumption that it would stop the thing’s charge.

Before she could be slammed into the wall by the Misery Worm’s bulk or torn apart by its fangs, Lisa was there, diving through into the cellar, through Tessa and carrying them both out of the Worm’s path.

Misery Worms had strength and power but grace and dexterity were not exactly standard issue in their tool kit. Fighting in a confined space came with some challenges for it as a result, the first being that without a body to smash into a wall, it only had its own face to break its momentum with. 

“[Minor Death Bolt],” Tessa said, rolling with Lisa’s tackle and bringing them both back to their feet.

The purple bolts were having an effect on the Worm, Tessa could see smoke rising from it and splatters of gore on the floor where it had passed. What she couldn’t see though was it’s health bar, so unlike when she was graced with Pillowcase’s vision, she had no idea how effective the bolts were.

Smashing itself into a wall had stunned the Worm for a moment but it’s misery wasn’t the kind that ended easily. It’s next charge was slower and more controlled. Tessa blasted it again, punishing it for its caution, but the creature only roared in anger and surged forward to close the distance.

“[Fracture],” Tessa said, meeting the [Miser Wyrm] with her free hand.

What she’d pictured was breaking the Worm into separate piles of its component organs. 

What she got was something different.

The ten foot long body of the Worm smashed her into the ground, it’s fangs burying themselves into her armor but failing to puncture her.

That was entirely thanks to the quality of the defensive spells woven into the fabric, something Tessa had forgotten she could rely on.

The [Fracture] wasn’t without effect though. From the back of the [Miser Wyrm] an unformed blob of protoplasm splattered outward and began screaming.

“mine! Mine! MINE!” It’s wails were an approximation of human speech more than words but the meaning was crystal clear. It was mad to drink a cocktail of all of the wealth it could gather and all the lives it could steal. That was what kept it tethered to the world, and was both its power and its punishment.

Unfortunately for Tessa, acting on that was impractical since the body of the Misery Worm was still intent on tearing her to pieces. It’s thrashing and chomping was mindless but, when it’s prey was pinned beneath it, great tactical genius wasn’t required to land devastating attacks.

Tessa felt something go very wrong in her shoulder and her ribs begin to do things which held the promise of fatal results if the force on her continued.

Lisa had other ideas about that though. 

“Get off her!” Lost Alice growled and punted the Worm’s body a good ten feet away before beginning her spell. “[Casting spell: Lesser Blood Channel]”

“MIIIiinNNnEEE,” the protoplasm screamed, focusing on the two women in front of it and shooting ghostly tendrils at them.

“[Minor Death Bolt],” Tessa gasped out sending the purple blast towards the Worm’s ghost essence.

Normal ghosts are formed from necrotic energy, so Tessa wasn’t sure  the bolt would do anything, but was pleasantly surprised to see it blossom into a small explosion on contact with the protoplasm, blasting the monster back and evaporating the tentacles it had manifested.

The healing spell banished Tessa’s pain quickly enough that she was able to rise and throw out another bolt at the protoplasm before the monster lit up with an unearthly crimson light and belched fire at the two of them.

“[Knight’s Devotion],” Tessa said, letting Pillowcase channel one her skills.

It wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences to burn in (admittedly weak) hellfire while being healed, but it did give her exactly what she needed, filling the well [Knight’s Devotion] drew from so she could stop trying to dodge the flames..

Surrounded by a shield stronger than plate steel, she stepped into the continuous gout of fire, rammed her wand into the mouth the [Demonic Spirit] had formed and unleashed a volley of bolts as fast as she could fire.

The Spirit didn’t try to retreat, it only extended even more pseudopods which grasped at her, striving against the explosions to tear away the coins it sensed her carrying.

Tessa didn’t care about her gold though. Her entire focus became killing the damned thing in front of her. 

In the end, when it died, so too did the Worm body, both sizzling away in green fire as they were dragged, for a time, back to the nether realm they’d crawled out of. They’d be back – killing [Demonic Spirits] permanently was incredibly difficult, but that was a problem for some future [Adventurers].

In the wake of the battle, Tessa swayed on her feet and the flopped down onto her butt.

“Okay. That could have gone worse I guess,” she said, waiting to catch her breath.

“Next time, we should probably not try to surprise the monster that’s clearly waiting to ambush us,” Lisa said, collapsing beside her.

“What level was that thing by the way?” Tessa asked.

“Twenty two,” Lisa said.

“Wait, seriously? That’s a lot higher than we should have tangled with!”

“I will admit I was a little worried when I saw how strong it was,” Lisa said. “I think it was probably designed for a solo encounter though, so with two of us we had a better time of it. Also whatever your [Fracture] did seemed to work out really well.”

“Wasn’t what I’d planned, but we got the win, and that’s just fantastic in my book at the moment,” Tessa said, her heart slowing down to where it was pushing the blood through her system as something less than super sonic speeds.

“We got some treasure over there,” Lisa said, gesturing to a small pile that had been left behind in the ashes of the Worm’s body.

“Want to bet we can’t equip it yet?” Tessa said.

“No bet. It’s probably level 22 stuff like the Worm was.”

Despite the lure of the treasure, they sat there together for a long minute, gathering their senses as they quietly enjoyed the reassurance of the other’s presence.

“This is who we are now, isn’t it?” Tessa asked, not unhappy with the concept, but rather turning it over in her mind to regard it from all the angles she could find.

“It’s a part of us,” Lisa said. “For now. I’ve given up trying to guess what the future’s going to throw at us.”

“That seems smart,” Tessa said. “But I’m willing to bet we run into this kind of thing again. Not another Misery Worm, but more fights for sure, and probably more with just the two of us.”

“You’re probably right,” Lisa said. “We still need to get stronger, and I don’t think either of us wants to drag the kids into the worst things this world has to offer.”

“Definitely not,” Tessa said. “But I do want to be able to be what you need.”

She felt the softest of kisses on her neck, followed by a peck on her earlobe as Lisa whispered, “You already are. Believe me.”

Tessa couldn’t help but chuckle nervously. Accepting compliments was hard.

“Thank you,” she said. “But I was thinking in a more mechanical sense.”

“Mechanical?” Lisa asked.

“As in game mechanics,” Tessa said. “I want to be a real tank for you again.”

“How?” Lisa asked.

“I think I can get Pillowcase back.”

Fight or flight are not the only options when a predator surprises someone. Most people don’t consider ‘freeze’ as a particularly heroic or valuable response but the fact that many species retain it after millions of years of evolution testifies that it’s more useful than it may appear.

“What?” Lisa asked silently on their private channel.

Tessa wasn’t terrified. She wasn’t frozen mentally. She had simply halted and become a statue. In the darkness at the bottom of the stairs to the cellar, the flaming eyes closed and Tessa saw the shadows part.

“Something’s down there,” she said.

“Aggro’d?” Lisa asked.

“If it’s aggressive, yep.”

Lisa stepped in front of Tessa and peered into the cellar.

“It moved,” Tessa said. “Had burning eyes.”

“Threat level?” Lisa asked.

“Can’t tell,” Tessa said. “Stupid human eyes.”

The clipped conversation felt natural under the circumstances to Tessa. She was used to the days when voice chat wasn’t prevalent and intra-party communication had been done via typed chat messages. In the middle of a encounter long messages were both impossible to type and impractical to read. Technically they weren’t limited like that with their telepathic communications but each of them seemed to understand the need to limit the cognitive load of processing speech when a monster might spring out at them at any moment.

“Back up?” Lisa asked.

“Could blast it?” Tessa said, gesturing with her new wand.

It turned out [Void Speakers] were enough of a [Caster Class] that she was able to make us of some of the general [Mage] style weapons. 

Back when he was still a [Slime], Ashad had abandoned them when the first of the (then) [Formless Hunger’s] zombies had shown up. Tessa had been busy with enough things at that point that she hadn’t paid it any mind. As a [Slime], Ashad hadn’t exactly been a major tactical asset so his absence wasn’t particularly concerning.

What he’d been doing, it turned out, was bouncing off to acquire a suitable weapon for her. Being armed with a [Wand of Minor Death Bolts] wouldn’t have made a real difference against the zombies, but in the present circumstances, Tessa was rather glad to have it. Despite their name [Minor Death Bolts] packed a nice punch for things at her level.

That it was an open question of whether the thing in the shadows was even close to her level was something she was trying not to consider too strongly.

“Better not start shooting yet,” Lisa said. “Just because it looks scary doesn’t mean it’s kill on sight.”

“Right,” Tessa said, pointing the wand down at the ground rather that towards the cellar.

Fighting was a lot harder when she needed to care about who and what she was about to inflict violence on. Even the idea of turning to deadly force still made her head reel a bit, but she’d done it already, both as Pillowcase and as herself and it seemed to be getting easier each time.

“It’s supposed to,” Pillowcase said. “And we know that’s not good. We’ll just have to watch ourselves as best we can. And trust Lisa to help us there too.”

It wasn’t a perfect pep talk for herself but it kept her going.

“Let’s back up and see if it follows us,” Lisa said. She had her own staff out and seemed as ready to initiate mayhem as Tessa was.

“Plus side if it does, we might be the first to find some treasure here?” Tessa said.

“Or it will,” Lisa said. It was a serious concern, but her tone was openly amused.

Tessa found her heart lighten in response.

They were probably in danger. 

But they were [Adventurers].

They had this.

Together, they backed away a half dozen paces. Enough that they’d have time to react if the creature (or creatures, there could always be more than one, a fact each had encountered countless times before) came springing from the cellar-turned-lair.

“Did you hear that?” Lisa asked.

“No,” Tessa said, cursing her stupid human ears too.

“Cool,” Lisa said. “I kinda love Alice’s senses.”

Because of course [Vampires] could hear better than [Humans]. The lore had made a big deal about all the special perks [Vampires] got, but that rarely translated into any actual benefit in the game. Had they been sitting at their monitors, Tessa knew they either both would have heard the game sounds or neither of them would have. The real version of the [Fallen Kingdoms] didn’t seem to be quite so homogenous though.

“What was it?” Tessa asked.

“It sounded like a frustrated growl,” Lisa said. “Might have been human? Hard to tell from a growl though.”

“A human with flaming eyes?” Tessa asked.

“Here? Sure. There’s like half a dozen spells that have that as a special effect, not to mention all the cheesy vanity gear,” Lisa said.

“Eh, fair point,” Tessa said and then had an idea. “Does it smell like a human down there?”

“Can’t tell,” Lisa said. “All I smell at the moment is you – and you smell lovely before you ask.”

“I haven’t bathed in like two days though?” Tessa said.

“Perk of being an [Adventurer] I guess?” Lisa said. “I mean your hair looks fine too.”

Tessa ran her free hand through her hair and noticed it wasn’t greasy or itchy or splattered with blood or monster bits like it probably should have been.

“Huh, that’s unexpectedly nice. If we ever run into a developer here remind me to give them a tip for that one,” Tessa said.

“I think we kinda did,” Lisa said. “Isn’t that what the [Lord of Storms] was?”

“Oh yeah, probably, or at least the part of them from this world,” Tessa said and wondered if she could manage to meet anymore of the old gods. As a [Void Speaker] she might be able to do some useful things with them.

“Something moved down there,” Lisa said. “It went ‘clink’ and ‘clatter’ though. Like metal hitting the ground?”

“Let’s take another look,” Tessa said and waited for Lisa’s nod before proceeding forward.

She didn’t have any proper stealth abilities but as a caster who wasn’t decked out in heavy armor, she didn’t make much of a racket either.

Peering over the edge of the door frame, she saw a bit more of the cellar was visible. Apparently the creature’s body had been some of the shadows she’d seen and it had moved off to wait somewhere else.

Move away and left behind a pile of gold.

“Wow, that’s definitely not a trap,” she said, still privately but the temptation to taunt the mob for its obviousness was profound.

“That’s like [Adventurer] Bait 101,” Lisa said.

“We’re totally going to go down there to get it though, aren’t we?” Tessa asked.

“I’m mean, it’d be rude to turn down free money like that right?” Lisa said.

“Why would it want to lure [Adventurers] in though?” Tessa said. “That’s not a brilliant idea usually, and if it’s smart enough to set out bait, it’s at least somewhat intelligent.”

“Can’t say until we know what it is,” Lisa said. “Could just want to eat us. That’s reasonably common.”

“Hmm, you know, before we fall into its trap – and I’m not suggesting we pass that bit of fun up entirely – why don’t we check out what this place is, or was? That might give us a clue about what we’re dealing with.”

“You know ‘smart’ is just such a sexy quality,” Lisa said, running her hand tantalizingly up Tessa’s back.

“Let’s see if I’m even vaguely right,” Tessa said with a laugh. “The whole place could be either empty or something like a mattress factory which would tell us basically nothing.”

“It might be a demonic goose come to get revenge for it’s feathers being used in mattress pads?” Lisa said “It growled again as a note.”

“Perfect,” Tessa said. “If we’re lucky it’ll get impatient and try to eat us out here.”

“Death at high noon by demon goose, you know that doesn’t even sound that out there compared to the stuff the devs usually come up with,” Lisa said, stepping away from the cellar once more.

“I’m going to be so disappointed if its not a demon goose at this point,” Tessa said. “I think the front door’s on the next lane over. Want to cut over to there and see what the facade looks like before we head in?”

“Sure, as long as we’re pretty quiet I think I’ll be able to hear if the critter comes out of the cellar.”

Tessa wondered for a moment what the limits of [Vampire Hearing] were. Could Lisa act as a lie detector by listening to people’s heart beats? Could she echo locate and fight blind if they were in a totally lightless environment? 

Had she been able to hear all along how she made Tessa’s pulse quicken!

She was distracted from those thoughts by the large, and mostly intact, sign which was bolted over the main entrance to the building the creature lived under.

“Bank and Mercantile Exchange?” Lisa said. “I was expecting it to be a butcher shop or a chapter house for some random god.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure what kind of mob an abandoned bank would have in it…” She stretched the last word out as a terrible idea occurred to her.

“What are you…oh, no. You’ve gotten be kidding,” Lisa said.

“Yeah, they wouldn’t have put one of those things in here would they?” Tessa said. “I mean the devs aren’t…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

Lisa was groaning beside her.

The devs absolutely were that cruel.

“A Misery Worm?” Lisa said. “Seriously?”

Tessa wanted to protest but the developers of [Broken Horizons] were terribly predictable sometimes and since the real version seemed to follow their blueprint to an implausible degree, it pretty much had to be a Misery Worm.

Technically the creatures were named [Miser Wyrms], but the fan name had caught on for more readily than their official one.

It helped in part that Misery Worms weren’t relatives of [Dragons] at all, despite sharing a few similar qualities, so the “Wyrm” part of their official name was misleading.

Where [Dragons] and [Wyrms] horded treasure for a variety of reasons, [Miser Wyrms] gathered wealth because it was their only reason for existing.

Created from the spirits of dead mortals, [Miser Wyrms] were a type of demonic entity. They arose from lost souls who’d had more wealth than they needed in life and striven to gain ever more, without a care or consideration for the suffering they caused or overlooked.

It was unclear whether the dead misers were being punished for their greed or whether their greed had become a thing unto itself which outlasted their mortal lifespan.

“Why did the devs ever make those stupid things,” Tessa said, memories of infuriating encounters with earlier [Miser Wyrms] flooding back into her mind.

“It was supposed to be a joke,” Lisa said. “They were going to unleash them on April Fool’s Day, but then the game economy blew up with all the extra people playing and creating a ton of gold so their bright idea was to make a monster that punched you in your gold reserves in addition to your hp.”

“Oh god. I hated those things so much!” Tessa said. “I still remember running into one for the first time. It must have been about two weeks after I started playing and I’d finally gotten enough money together for a new staff that was on the auction house.”

“I know exactly where this is going,” Lisa said.

“No wait, it gets better!” Tessa said. “I was going back to the city and I saw another player who’d set themselves up as a traveling salesman. I figured I’d just peek at his inventory and guess what he had?”

“You hadn’t checked the area had you?” Lisa said.

“I’d been playing for two weeks! I figured if he was there, it had to be safe right?”

“How many Misery Worms were nearby?” Lisa asked.

“Just the one. That’s all it took. I went to buy the staff and before I could hit ‘Ok’ to confirm there was this disgusting centipede thing chewing on my character and eating all my gold!” 

“What did the other guy do?” Lisa asked.

“Nothing! He was AFK, or just laughing his ass off at me,” Tessa said. “I didn’t even manage to kill the thing. They still had that stupid flee timer. So it gobbled up all my gold and then ran off faster than I could catch it. I was broke and my gear was still horribly out of date because I hadn’t been buying anything so I could save up for that staff.”

“For what it’s worth, you’re far from alone. I know about a dozen people that went bankrupt from those things,” Lisa said. “And it was so stupid. All the rich players were high enough level and powerful enough that they didn’t have to worry about getting attacked. So the only people the worms feed on were the ones who were new or broke for some other reason.”

“I can’t believe they would put one back in the game though?” Tessa said. “The beta testers said nothing about that.”

“They did change them later on,” Lisa said. “Once the devs put in other, less rage inducing gold sinks, they patched the Worms so that they stopped stealing gold and just did more damage based on how much gold you had.”

“You know, the funny thing is, I don’t have all the much gold now,” Tessa said.

“So you’re thinking we go kill the hell out of that thing?” Lisa asked.

“That is exactly what I’m thinking. I want to lay that things corpse at Glimmerglass’s feet as an apology twelve years in the making.”

In the daylight, [Dragonshire] hid its particular brand of menace surprisingly well. Tessa wasn’t fooled by the pleasant, peaceful vista before her, but she did appreciate it. It was relaxing to at least pretend she was in a lovely environment, enjoying a lovely day, with the woman she…

“How much trouble do you think the others are going to get into?” Tessa asked, soaking in the joy of entwining her fingers with Lisa’s. 

Lost Alice’s flesh was usually slightly chilled to Tessa’s touch. Usually but not always, and even when it was, there was something refreshing and electric about the contact. Not that the reason was necessarily a great mystery. It had been months since Tessa’d broken up with Crystal. Or since Crystal had broken up with her (Tessa had to admit that the latter was the more accurate retelling of events). Months that she’d been on her own, slogging back and forth to work, and growing far more touch starved than she’d been aware.

A worried thought passed through Tessa’s mind that Lisa might not be in quite the same place, but the firmness with which she grasped Tessa’s hand chased that idea away immediately.

“The kids have Obby to look after them,” Lisa said. “So they’ll definitely be getting into trouble, but probably nothing that they need to be bailed out of.”

“Midnight and Starchild seem reasonably sensible, so we probably won’t need to worry about them either I guess,” Tessa said. 

“We could say the same about Kamie and her team since they managed to level and survive on their own just fine in the [High Beyond],” Lisa said.

“And the other [Adventurers],” Tessa said. “But we’d be wrong.”

“Completely wrong.” Lisa nodded and the mirthful sparkle in her red eyes mirrored the one in Tessa’s.

“We’re all going to die aren’t we?” Tessa said, swinging their clasped hands in a carefree rhythm which Lisa allowed.

“Several times,” Lisa said. “We should get a dead pool going.”

“First [Adventurer] to bite it?”

“And the first team to wipe completely. No. Wait. That’s a bad idea,” Lisa said, shaking her head.

“It would totally turn into a contest wouldn’t it. Who can die of the stupidest cause first.” Tessa guided them across the river, jumping in time with Lisa to clear the five foot gap of the broken bridge. 

She wasn’t athletic. Or she hadn’t been athletic before. [Adventurer] Tessa though could do a casual five foot long jump without thinking about it or quickening her stride at all. The likelihood that she was going to be brutal killed, several time, sucked. The rest of being an [Adventurer] though? It wasn’t too bad, it turned out.

“So did our common sense not make it over from Earth with us?” Lisa asked.

“I mean, that’s just them right? We’re not going to fall into any silly traps or go poking our noses where they clearly don’t belong,” Tessa said before a broken storm cellar door on one of the houses at the end of the lane they were walking down caught her attention. “Oh! We should go in there!”

Lisa pulled up short and searched Tessa’s face with a bemused expression on her own.

“Okay. You’re joking. I can see that. The smile lines around those cute eyes are dead giveaway,” Lisa said. 

“Aww, you think my eyes are cute!” Tessa said and gave Lisa a much too quick peck on the lips before moving to nibble on her earlobe and whisper, “But you know I kinda want to go in there for real too right?”

“You’re incorrigible,” Lisa said, sighing with her eyes closed. “And a bad influence.”

“Yay! That means we’re going!” Tessa said, drawing back to try to read Lisa’s expression.

“Yes. And did you notice the important part of what you just said?” Lisa asked.

“The ‘we’ part right?” Tessa said.

“Exactly,” Lisa said. “I don’t mind taking chances – reasonable chances – as long as they’re with you.”

“I’m not going to leave you behind again,” Tessa said and fought back to the urge to add ‘I’m not going to leave you ever.’ 

Her crush being reciprocated had left her falling hard. She knew she was basically drunk on a love cocktail at the moment, and her rational side wasn’t putting the brakes on it at all because she was loving each of the sides that she saw of Lisa and Lost Alice. That was fine, delightful even, but the voice of experience told her that extravagant promises or gestures weren’t really needed in building a relationship.

All she needed to do was give Lisa the truth. About who she was. How she felt. What she wanted. She knew the rest would sort itself out, even if it wasn’t always easy to believe that, or live up to what she knew.

“It’s…it’s okay if you do,” Lisa said, her hand changing from a pleasant chill to a deeper cold. “I…it’s okay if you need to leave sometimes. I get it.”

The pain that had bubbled up beneath the Lisa’s facade was still easy for Tessa to make out. And she had a fair guess as to its source.

“Hey, if I need to leave, you’ll know why,” Tessa said. “I can promise you that at least right?”

“Yeah,” Lisa said, with a nod.

But she wasn’t convinced.

Because of her ex-girlfriend.

Tessa wanted to smack the woman for hurting Lisa like she had, despite (or perhaps because of) Lisa’s protestations that their breakup had been her fault.

“Thanks for trusting me,” Tessa said, and gave Lisa’s hand an affirming squeeze.

“What?” Lisa asked, confusion nudging remembered sadness to the side a bit.

“You didn’t have to say that you liked me,” Tessa said. “Thanks for trusting me enough to let me in. I know we basically met by accident, so our chances of being right for each other were probably dismal, but I glad you were willing to give me a chance. I just hope I don’t mess it up.”

Lisa blinked a few times and then ducked her head. When she looked up it was with a soft chuckle on her lips.

“If you keep talking like that, I’m liable to take you back to that tea shop and just ravish you, you know,” Lisa said.

“I mean, I’m not exactly opposed to that, like, at all,” Tessa said. “But we would miss out on some potential loot?”

She gestured with a nod of her head towards the storm cellar door.

“Ooo, fantastic sex or new loot? This really shouldn’t be such a hard choice should it?” Lisa said, light humor returning to her tone.

“There’s always fantastic sex to celebrate new loot?” Tessa said.

“Loot which can buy some better accommodations than a bedroll and an empty tea shop floor? I like this plan,” Lisa said.

“Speaking of plans,” Tessa said. “Should we have one? For the cellar I mean.”

“I think it starts with ‘peek inside and see what’s down there’,“ Lisa said. “No sense working up strategies before we know what we’re dealing with.”

“At least we won’t have to do a mapping run on a cellar,” Tessa said.

“You did those too?” Lisa said.

“All the time.”

“And, let me guess, you put all the data together and formed a plan around it for your group because no one else could be bothered to right?”

“Yep. All the time.”

“And then, when you tried to present the plan, everyone would argue over it and come up with their own ideas based on superstitions and guesswork?”

“Are you sure we didn’t have the same parties?” Tessa asked. “But no. That’s not possible. I’ve seen your plans. They’re sensible. They’re based on observations and reason. Or in other words they don’t even vaguely resemble the plans my guild would cook up.”

“Even BT? She seemed like she had a clue,” Lisa asked.

“She was the worst!” Tessa said. “Okay, not the worst. The worst were the guys who felt the need to contradict everything I said no matter what evidence I had to support what I was saying. BT was just terrible because she seemed to think I had the power to heal us through anything and that insane risks were the only risks worth taking.”

“Oh dear,” Lisa said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I can’t imagine what partying with someone like would be like.”

“Oh ha ha,” Tessa said, and pulled Lisa closer.

“To be fair though, I know exactly what you mean. Patience in team members was rarer than legendary drops from the first day I started playing.” Lisa said.

“What was it like then? What got you into [Broken Horizons] to begin with?”

“Niminay,” Lisa said. “I’d been reading fantasy books for a few years at that point. I got into them because I was into faeries big time as a kid for a while. Then I saw a game, a fantasy game, with this beautiful girl on the cover and on the back they had screen shots of the characters you could play and there were girls there too. It was like the books I was reading but for me.”

Tessa laughed as they walked down the lane towards the storm cellar.

“I remember reading so many articles on that,” she said. “No one expected [Broken Horizons] to take off like it did and everyone was wondering how it was possible. I think it was, what, like a year into the game’s release that EE published the first census and people discovered that ‘oh my god, girls really play this too!’. It was like the idea was unheard of at the time.”

“Yeah, I loved the people that tried to concocted crazy ideas about how it was all based on how romanceable the game characters were. Like if girls were playing it, it had to be because we were swooning over someone.”

“Well sure. Everyone knows that girls only want to find a man, right? We couldn’t possibly be as interested in adventure and camaraderie and overcoming challenges as a boy would be.”

“I used to feel bad about maining a healer for that,” Lisa said. “People pegged it as being the ‘girly’ role for some reason.”

“I worried about that too for a bit, but Glimmerglass is a badass. And, really, half the reason she wound up as my main was that no one else was willing to play a damn healer!”

“Or was even halfway capable at it,” Lisa said. “I tried to let other people do the job, but I would nearly put my head through monitor when they let the rest of us die.”

“Yes! It was like, even on a melee character, I’d still carry healing potions to chuck at people who were staying injured for too long!” Tessa said.

“I had a healer quit the team because, and I quote, ‘I wasn’t letting him do any healing’, and this was while I was on an [Elementalist]!” Lisa said.

“But potions have a longer cast time than any healing spell?” Tessa said. “What the heck was he doing?”

“I have no idea! He was standing in place, staring into the void of space, not moving, not talking in chat, and not casting anything, just letting the team die as we earned him xps and loot. It drove me absolutely nuts at the time, but I’m over it now. Mostly.”

“Is it considered lady-like to want to throttle people like that till the stupid’s been choked out of them?” Tessa asked.

“I think Miss Manners suggest a clean, quick kill,” Lisa said.

“I’ll keep that in mind if we ever run into the guy here,” Tessa said.

“Speaking of healing though,” Lisa said. “Let’s see if we can get away without needing any here if possible, okay?”

“I’m onboard for that,” Tessa said. “I think I can borrow some of Pillowcase’s skills if we need but I don’t think this body is as rugged as a [Clothwork] one is, even with my new levels.”

“Let’s not put it to the test,” Lisa said.

“Stealth it is,” Tessa said, as she peered into the dark recesses visible through the cracks in the storm cellar door.

And from the darkness below, two fiery eyes stared back at her.

Tessa wasn’t expecting an answer to her question. Part of her wondered if she’d thrown it out there just to see what kind of reaction she’d get. Another part though was quite serious about pitching herself back in a hellscape. She worried about that part, seeing a pattern in her behavior stretching back to well before she wound up in the [Fallen Kingdoms].

“You know, no one has ever asked us to drag them to the [Blood Fires],” Steelarm said. “I suppose we’d have to give it a try to discover how it would play out. Since I’m not sure why we weren’t able to drag any of your there last night, I wouldn’t suggest pining any hopes on it working tonight, but my troop and I are certainly willing to give it a try.”

“Come on now Steelarm, she wasn’t serious,” Daisywine said and searched the [Adventurers] around Tessa for backup on that assertion.

Tessa couldn’t fight the smirk that bubbled up onto her lips. Her party knew her too well at this point to mistake her for lacking sincerity.

“She’s not kidding?” Daisywine said as she saw the pained expressions on the faces before her.

“It’s not even the first time she’s done something like that,” Rip said.

“At least this time she’s didn’t jump in and then warn us,” Matt said.

“You’ve been to the [Blood Fires]?” Steelarm asked.

“Nope,” Tessa said. She’d heard of them, more info absorbed from reading about the Beta test, but since they’d been listed as a ‘future development zone’ she didn’t know much beyond their name and a brief description of the zone.

“Then why…?” Steelarm seemed as perplexed as Daisywine.

“We have some people who were injured before we escaped from the [High Beyond],” Lisa said, “We think the [Blood Fires] might be able to heal them, assuming it’s possible to get there and back without being burned to ash.”

“I don’t think the [Blood Fires] are intended to act as a healing spring,” Steelarm said.

“We don’t need the fires to restore wounds or injuries,” Lisa said. “We can manage that part on our own. What we’re expecting to have trouble with is a corruption in the wounds our people took.”

It was strange to think of the [Sky’s Edge] townfolk as ‘their people’, but Tessa couldn’t dent that it seemed to fit.

“We have some [Antidote] vials if you need them?” Daisywine said.

“This isn’t exactly a poison,” Tessa said. “Before we left the [High Beyond] we found a creature that was capable of converting people to mindless minions under its control. That’s part of why we all fled down here. Unfortunately some of  the townsfolk from [Sky’s Edge] were injured in the last battle we had with it.”

Tessa saw both Daisywine and Steelarm grow apprehensive at the news they were hearing. It wasn’t surprising in Daisywine’s case but seeing a ghost get worried made Tessa wonder if her frame of reference might have been knocked a little askew by her recent experiences.

“They’re not showing signs of zombification yet,” Lady Midnight said. “They’re also haven’t regained consciousness though and they have a couple of troubling status effects that we haven’t been able to dispel yet.”

“Are they a danger as they are?” Daisywine asked.

“There’s no sign of the status effects spreading, but we have people keeping an eye on them constantly to let us know if that changes,” Lady Midnight said. “They’re also quarantined. The status effects seem to be the result of the bites they received, but we’re isolating them for now as though it were an airborne contagion.”

“Do we have hazmat suits here?” Tessa asked.

“In this case we’d be using PPE’s back on Earth, but since we lack those, we’re using [Metal Mechanoids] instead,” Lady Midnight said.

“Oh, should I be helping out with that?” Matt said.

“No. We have enough people to cover all of the shifts already,” Lady Midnight said. “We need to keep the exposure rate as low as possible.”

“And delete the status effects before they transform into something much worse,” Tessa said.

“That does sound like a noble cause,” Steelarm said. “A word though on noble causes? Sometimes the price is a lot higher than you want it to be.”

Tessa considered how much of Steelarm’s personal experience that bit of wisdom carried. Being stuck as a ghost forever because she chose to do the right thing and defend a town seemed pretty unfair. 

Pretty unfair and great fodder for a quest to put right.

Not that they were at that point yet, but the idea settled into the back of Tessa’s mind for future review.

“It  sounds like the [Blood Fires] are something we won’t be able to pursue until tonight at the earliest,” Lisa said. “That means we might find another answer before then.”

“You sound like you’re okay with this?” Tessa asked Lisa on their private channel.

“I don’t mind you taking risks,” Lisa replied privately. “I just don’t want you taking them without me.”

“Don’t worry, I learned my lesson in the [Sunless Deeps],” Tessa said, struck once again by how lucky she was to have Lisa watching her back.

“I suppose we will see you tonight then,” Steelarm said and then shook her head. “It feels so odd to say that without the intent to menace someone.” With a shrug, she disappeared as noiselessly as she’d arrived.

“We should get back to work too,” Daisywine said. “Just wanted to stop by and say ‘hi’ to the newest citizens of [Dragonshire].”

“Thank you,” Starchild said. “I hadn’t thought of us like that yet.”

“If you need help with anything, let us know,” Lisa said. “[Adventurers] do a lot of work beyond monster-slaying and trouble shooting. We even have people who are decently skilled crafters.”

“Olwina was filling us in on all that,” Daisywine said. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty that needs doing in [Dragonshire], so I’m sure you’ll be hearing from us.”

With a few more general farewells, the contingent of [Dragonshire’s] residents departed back to the east side of the river, while the [Adventurers] wandered off into the  town or back into the [Great Hall], except for Tessa’s team who lingered outside the gate.

“That could have gone a lot worse,” Tessa said as she took stock of the town around them.

Broad daylight revealed a greater extent of the weathering and neglect the town suffered from, but it also showed signs of the life [Dragonshire] had once held.

Down the eastern side of the hill the [Great Hall] sat on, a small plaza remained, circled by a half dozen houses. Flowers of several varieties competed with each other to bloom to greater size and more vibrant color. 

Downstream from the wide bridge they crossed the night before, there was another, smaller bridge fifty or sixty feet away. It was in worse shape, with a three foot section missing at its midpoint, but the ornamental carvings on the side of the bridge and the posts where it was secured to the land were beautiful even from the distance Tessa stood at.

What most caught her eye though were the [Dragon Birds] that were playing in the sky and dashing into the river to snatch unwary fish. In place of scales, they had feathers in a kaleidoscope of colors and they moved with a grace that suggested pure weightlessness. Tessa was enthralled by them for a moment, drinking in the proof that there was wonder in the world as well as terror.

Some of her team however were still a bit spooked from their encounter at the gate.

“I almost shot that ghost when she showed up,” Rip said.

“Probably wouldn’t have done anything though, right?” Matt said.

“It might have,” Lisa said. “Steelarm had a health bar. That’s a sign that something can damage her.”

“Not me,” Rip said. “Or, I mean, I’m not going to be the one to shoot first and ask questions never.”

“That’s a good maxim to live by,” Lisa said, with a nod towards Tessa. It was a point they both agreed on as far as Rip and Matt were concerned.

In an ideal world, the two wouldn’t be anywhere close to a combat environment. That wasn’t an option in the [Fallen Kingdoms] but they could at least ensure neither Rip nor Matt had to make the choice to turn an encounter deadly.

“We should probably see what the rest of the town’s like,” Obby said waving to the hills which were dotted with buildings. “I’m not saying that it’d be good to know the layout in case we have to fight a giant battle here, but…”

“But given how things have been going that’s not exactly an unlikely event is it?” Tessa said.

“Between the Consortium, the [Hungry Shadows], the undead from the barrows, and whatever’s waiting in the forest, we’re sitting in the middle of a lot of crosshairs aren’t we?” Lady Midnight asked.

“I don’t think so,” Tessa said as a new idea took hold in her mind. “I know it’s tempting to think that there’s a whole world of problems lined up against us, but look at who we really are. In a word of demi-god [Adventurers], we’re swimming around at the bottom of the barrel. If the Consortium sends troops against us, it would have to be by accident, and the other [Adventurers] are drawing more than enough aggro to prevent that.”

“The [Hungry Shadows] were specifically after you though,” Rip said.

“It sent forces after me, but it had to have been focused on the Consortium forces up there too, otherwise it wouldn’t have had control of the soldiers it used as puppets,” Tessa said. “Plus, if it was worried about what I did to it, the fact that I ran away from the [High Beyond] to a place I can’t get back there from may make me seem like much less of a threat.”

“The undead and the forest dwellers haven’t been mass attacking the town yet either I suppose,” Lisa said. “They may get mad when we start messing with them, but it didn’t sound the like [Cursed Walkers] could formulate plans all that well?”

“Not according to the lore at least,” Tessa said. “If we see different then the lore’s wrong, but a mindless foe really shouldn’t be forming up in ranks against us.”

“So, are we really safe then?” Rip asked.

“Safe is probably too strong a word,” Tessa said. “We should still take care here. It is a different world, and there are definitely nasty things in it, but letting our paranoia run rampant could mess us up pretty bad too.”

“My suggestion then is that we take a walk,” Lisa said. “I know some of the other people are checking out the town, and if we split up we can check on them, or, maybe beat them to any of the treasures that were left behind when the town fell.”

“There are treasures here?” Rip asked, hopping off the short stone wall she’d perched herself on.

“It’s a ‘hybrid zone’, right?” Lisa said. “That means the devs had an open door for throwing in treasure chests, or mini-dungeons, or unique encounters. We just need to poke around and see if we can find any.”

“Why didn’t you lead with that!” Rip said, as she grabbed Matt’s hand and began pulling him off down the road to the south.

“Do we know where the [Heart Fire] is yet?” Tessa asked, suppressing the urge to run after the two kids.

“Yeah, there are two in town,” Obby said. “One’s in the basement of the [Great Hall]. The door was cobwebbed over but it’s open now.”

“And the other is in a chapel on the east side of town,” Starchild said. “It is quite easy to find. There’s a large aviary behind it where they are raising the [Dragon Birds].”

“We’ll be careful!” Rip said on the team channel since she’d already dragged Matt too far away for normal speech to carry.

“They are totally not going to be careful,” Lisa said, audibly for the rest of the team hear.

“Should we follow them?” Tessa asked.

“Nah, leave them to me,” Obby said. “If something comes up I’ll step in and give the rest of you a shout.”

“I’m guessing you’d like to get a closer look at the woods?” Lady Midnight asked Starchild.

“I was considering that, yes,” Starchild said and took Lady Midnight’s proffered hand, leaving Tessa and Lisa alone together once more.

“I think I love our new friends,” Lisa said, offering her hand to Tessa

“It seems almost anticlimactic at this point to tell them we’re…” Tessa stumbled for the right word. They hadn’t needed to put an official label on what their relationship had become when it was just the two of them.

“Together?” Lisa suggested.

“That works,” Tessa said, feeling like adding the word ‘forever’ would be a rather nice thing too. A saner bit of her knew it was still a trifle early to be thinking like that, but she couldn’t deny either how she felt or that it was a nice image to hold on to.

“Shall we go off and have our own adventure then?” Lisa asked.

“Get in trouble on purpose with you? Why I would like nothing better!” Tessa said. Anxiety tried to scream that she would regret those words, but for a change Tessa felt like she wasn’t smaller than her fears.

Bad things would come. Bad things already had. She could survive them though.

She was an [Adventurer].

The ‘neighbors’ didn’t turn out to a pitchfork wielding mob. Tessa was pleasantly surprised with that turn of events. That they were uniformly built like professional body builders possibly shouldn’t have been surprising, but it did scramble her thoughts a bit.

“That guy looks like he belongs in an anime,” Matt said in the team chat.

“And that lady looks like she could crush my head like a walnut with that biceps,” Lady Midnight said. 

“I kinda hate this place,” Lisa said. “I mean, there is no way there’s a gym within a hundred miles of here, and I will guarantee they are not eating the sort of diet that gives you ripped abs like that.”

“Gotta love magic right?” Obby said.

“Yeah, cause magic hard bodies never cause issues for the rest of us real people.” Tessa rolled her eyes and poked her abdomen. She knew she looked fine. Not exactly svelte, but she was fine with that. Most of the time. It was a teensy bit harder looking like a normal Earth woman when literally everyone else in the world had physiques designed by world renowned artists. 

Lisa traced a soft, wandering line down Tessa’s spine before wrapping her arm around Tessa’s waist. As silent gestures of support went, it was wonderfully reassuring. That it also revealed to anyone who was paying attention what had apparently been clear to everyone already was a nice extra.

“Who will we have speak for our group?” Starchild asked.

“Not me,” Obby said. “The last time I tried to lead a guild the results were…let’s just call them cataclysmic.”

“It should be Tessa,” Lady Midnight said. “She’s not a ‘regular human’ but she’s the closest we have to that among the [Adventurers].”

“I don’t think these people need a ‘regular human’ to relate to,” Tessa said. “Maybe if we had a Greek God or two to spare?”

“Let’s see what they’re like,” Lisa said. “Kamie said they wanted to meet all of us. Maybe we don’t need a leader.”

Tessa was glad for the reprieve, but she had a sense that it wouldn’t last.

“Ah, there they are! We thought the [Grand Hall] was still empty for minute there,” a woman who was easily seven feet tall said.

“Sorry there,” Tessa said, speaking first less because she had any interest in leading than because everyone else was somehow standing a half step behind her and she felt too self conscious to stay silent. “It seems like the [Great Hall] has a bit of dimensional weirdness going on in it still.”

Turning back she saw that the base layer for the [Great Hall] still looked empty, at least when viewed from outside the [Main Gate]. 

It occurred to her that the townsfolk were being rather polite. Waiting in front of the gate seemed somewhat unnecessary when the gate was more than half off it’s broken hinges and, to all appearances, an empty courtyard waited beyond it.

“It’s not the only place like that around here,” the giantess said. “You all really just sauntered in and setup shop in there though didn’t you?” It sounded like an admonishment until a smile broke across her face like tectonic plates parting and she added, “You all are just as wild as Olwina said you were. Incredible.”

“Yeah, [Adventurers] have some odd ideas about the sort of places we call [Home],” Tessa said, taking the giantess’s proffered handshake.

A part of her had expected to need a healing spell from Lisa once the handshake was done, but Daisywine, as the giantess introduced herself, was far gentler than her size and physique suggested.

Introductions were made between Tessa’s party and the dozen or so townsfolk who’d come with Daisywine. 

“There are other [Adventurer] parties inside too,” Tessa said. “As well as some other, less conventional, guests.”

“Like the [Vampires]?” Daisywine asked, nodding towards Lost Alice.

“They’re different than I am, but yes, we have a [Coterie] in residence, including a [Vampire Queen],” Lisa said.

“Probably no worse than the things that wander the hills at night,” Cowl, one of the townsfolk who seemed to be Daisywine’s second in command, said. His shrug was echoed by the other townsfolk. 

Tessa was baffled by their nonchalance until she consider exactly what sort of people would be inclined to move to a deserted town that was surrounded by the undead and a forest of evil mayhem.

“We have some of their people with similarly irregular backgrounds,” Tessa said.

“The other notable group is the [Shadowed Starstalkers],” Obby said.

“Never heard of those,” Cowl said.

“They’re living shadows who drain life energy from others to continue their unnatural existence,” Obby said.

“Huh. Do they like chicken?” Rivermoore, a townswoman who seemed to be a cook of some sort, said.

“Believe it or not, they prefer centipedes,” Obby said. “We went to the edge of the forest last night and they were practically salivating at getting to munch up the bugs in there.”

“Bugs?” Tessa asked.

“Eh, it kind of makes sense,” Lisa said. “In terms of biomass, insects have a lot more ‘life’ to offer than any sapient species could manage.”

“I’ve got a cellar or two I’d be more than happy to have them clean out then,” Daisywine said.

“They’ll be glad to hear that,” Obby said. “I had to talk them down from heading off on their own last night three different times. They thought people here would have problems living near them.”

“Well that’s just not the [Dragonshire] way,” Daisywine said. “As long as somebody’s not looking to make trouble for the people who are hear, we’re happy to have them around.”

“So you don’t mind that we’ve setup shop in the [Great Hall]?” Tessa asked.

“Not at all,” Daisywine said. “If you want to settle on this side of the river you can be our guests.”

“What’s special about this side of the river?” Rip asked.

“You haven’t run into the ghosts yet?” Cowl asked.

“I thought those were all out around the barrows?” Lady Midnight said.

“I think he’s talking about us,” a glowing, transparent woman said.

Tessa had seen apparitions materialize in front of Glimmerglass hundreds of times in the game. Dealing with it in real life was a different matter though. 

“I stopped up from striking her,” Pillowcase said. “I don’t think she means us harm. If she turns hostile, I believe I can lend you [Lesser Spirit Drain] though which should prove effective against her.”

Tessa relaxed at that thought. [Soul Knights] made rather excellent counters to angry spirits, and, from the reactions of the townsfolk,  Pillowcase seemed to be right about the ghost woman’s  intentions.

“Hi there Steelarm,” Daisywine said. “How goes the nightly hauntings?”

“Could be better,” Steelarm said. “Doesn’t seem like we can drag any of these people to the [Blood Fires].”

“The where now?” Rip asked. She had her bow in her hands, but hadn’t raised it. Yet. Apparently her Rip Shot side had made the same evaluation as Pillowcase had.

“The [Blood Fires],” Steelarm said. “It’s where we have to drag the living that we catch wandering around in the town at night.”

“Why?” Matt asked.

“It’s part of the [Task Left Undone],” Steelarm said. “We have to purge the taint of [Vaspe Breath Stealer].”

“We’re not a [Titan],” Lady Midnight said.

“No, but the living may carry the Breath Stealer in their lungs, can’t they?” Starchild asked.

“That’s what they told us,” Steelarm said.

“I thought the [Vaspe] guy was dead?” Rip said.

“They were gods, kind of,” Lisa said. “You know, sort of how the [Lord of Storms] is ‘dead’?”

“Dead can mean a lot of different things it turns out,” Steelarm said.

From the ghostly armor she wore, Tessa had a guess as to who she was and why she’d died.

“Being a ghost isn’t always a curse, is it?” Tessa asked.

“It’s not the greatest things in the world,” Steelarm said. “But I suppose I can’t complain.”

“Are ghosts normally like this?” Rip asked on their team channel.

“They can be,” Lisa said. “There’s plenty of ghostly quest givers out there, though usually they don’t threaten to drag people to other realms.”

“I don’t get any of that,” Matt said.

“Ghosts are usually bound to the material world for a reason,” Tessa said. “Either a cursed holds them there or they choose to remain to fulfill some purpose. Standard ghost stuff. The [Blood Fires] sound like a place setup to burn off any trace bits of [Vaspe] that survived his destruction. Always tough with gaseous types to be sure you got all of them after all.”

“Okay, so why drag the living there?” Matt asked.

“Probably because the land itself was purified of [Vaspe’s] essence, if not the mundane poison he carried, when he was killed,” Starchild said. “Living things can incubate spirits and other living things though, so if [Vaspe] escaped inside of a living host, he might bring them back here to collect any scraps of power he lost.”

“But they can’t carry us off?” Rip asked. “Why?”

“Don’t know, and it looks like they don’t either,” Tessa said.

“Well it sounds like you all will make great bedmates then,” Daisywine said. “And this doesn’t violate our agreement at all, does it?”

“It’s not much of an agreement,” Steelarm said. “But, yes, my people won’t try to cross the stream if it happens to run low. We were bound here on purpose. If we try going anywhere else, I honestly have no idea what would happen to us.”

“I suppose if you find us here after dark though?” Daisywine asked.

“Then we will definitely drag you to the [Blood Fires],” Steelarm said. “Sorry, it’s all part of why we’re hear. We don’t get to chose stuff like that anymore.”

“You said you couldn’t drag us to the [Blood Fires],” Lisa asked. “Who did you try to spirit away last night?”

“All of you at one point or another,” Steelarm said. “And the other [Adventurers]. And the [Vampires] and the regular folk you have in there. Though maybe calling them ‘regular’ is a bit off the mark in this case.”

“Not the Shadows?” Obby asked.

“We don’t really see shadows,” Steelarm said. “Or did you mean some type of creature?”

“They’re probably invisible to you,” Obby said. “Don’t worry, they don’t have lungs either.”

“Then they shouldn’t need purification,” Steelarm said.

At the mention of ‘purification’, an idea popped into Tessa’s head.

“Not to derail things, but could you tell us more about the [Blood Fires]?” she asked. “Do living people survive being pulled into them or is it more of a ‘burn everything up to be sure’ sort of deal?”

“We don’t get to see what happens to people who fall into the fires,” Steelarm said. “I’d like to think that they’re okay though. It seems like a lot of effort to go through just to kill someone.”

“But we’re safe from them, right?” Rip asked.

“Unfortunately, that does seem to be the case,” Steelarm said. “Not that we have anything against you. It’s just that it’s been a while since our existence has had any particular purpose and eternity is looking like it’s going to be very boring.”

“We might be able to change that,” Tessa said. “For a little while at least.”

“You have my undivided attention,” Steelarm said.

“Mine too,” Lisa said on their private channel. “What are you thinking?”

“We have the people who were injured by the [Hungry Shadows],” Tessa replied privately. “We all know they’re going to rise up as zombies or something worse, right?”

“With how things are setup here, that does seem pretty obvious,” Lisa said. “Oh, I see, you’re thinking we can use the [Blood Fires] to bake the [Hungry Shadow] out of them?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Tessa said. “If it’s safe.”

“Ok, possibly a workable solution,” Lisa said. “How are we supposed to figure out if it’s safe or not though?”

“So, Steelarm,” Tessa said speaking audibly again. “Do you think you could give us a tour of the [Blood Fires] if we went along with you willingly?”

Few things motivate [Adventurers] more than the lure of cool new loot. Tessa knew that, so she’d known how people would react to the news that there was a low level raid encounter in nearby. She also knew how they were going to react to the next thing she had to tell them though.

“Rip, put your bow down,” she said. “We can’t get started on leveling just yet.”

“Aww, really?” Rip kept her complaint from descending into a full blown whine but her pout was unmistakable (if also adorable on a Tabbywile’s face).

“Ah, right,” Obby said, offering Rip a sympathetic frown and a bop on the shoulder.

“What’s the problem?” Matt asked, after casting a glance at Rip that suggested they’d had a hasty discussion of their own.

“The big one’s that the mobs we need to farm to get up to level 20 only spawn at night,” Lisa said.

“The good news is that they’re all [Undead],” Tessa said.

“That’s good how exactly?” Lady Midnight asked. “I don’t think we have any [Plague] cures yet, do we?”

“Did I hear someone ask about [Plague] cures?” Mister Pendant said, wandering over to join their impromptu group. 

Tessa flashed him a smile and gestured to an open spot beside her as she scootched closer to Lisa to make room. 

Somehow neither cuddling up to a [Vampire], not inviting a [Skeleton] to sit near her struck Tessa as odd or concerning. If anything, Mister Pendant joining them was a reassuring addition to the group since it meant they could probably count on having access to the staggeringly large stockpile of items he’d managed to save from his shop. 

As for the [Vampire] beside her, Tessa felt reasonably sure that Lisa’s presence had been one of the few things that had kept her sanity together through the ridiculous stresses they’d both been under. And, Cuddling up with the woman she could finally admit she was more than crushing on felt like the best spot she could imagine occupying in any world.

“Plagues are a thing the [Undead] do?” Rip asked.

“Some of them,” Pendant said. “Moreso the fleshy ones. Not much room for disease when all you’ve got is bones and magic.”

“The ones who haunt the barrows and hills outside of town should be fleshy, if I’m remembering the screen shots right,” Tessa said. “But, unlike our esteemed friend here, they’re not sapient, and they should be too low level to carry the [Plague] effect.”

“Ah, [Cursed Walkers]?” Pendant asked.

“Yeah, have you run into them before?” Tessa asked, glad that someone else had some familiarity with them, especially someone who might know the real story behind them rather than simply their game stats.

“They’re a nuisance,” Pendant said. “Like a bunch of locusts, but bigger, and harder to eradicate.”

“Are they like bug zombies or something?” Rip asked.

“More like people zombies,” Tessa said.

“Not people,” Pendant said. “Some [Undead] retain their awareness and will. Others are no more than clusters of [Death Magic] bound together by curses or sorcery or the linger malice of the people who’s resemblance they’re cast in.”

“What spawned these ones?” Lady Midnight asked.

“These [Cursed Walkers] arose from a ‘great betrayal’, according to the lore,” Tessa said. “When the Titans came through, there was a force here, a small army I guess, who were meant to protect the town’s people. As [Vaspe Breath Stealer] was rampaging in this direction though, the army came up with a new plan; they setup pickets around the town in the dead of night so the residents would act as trapped bait for [Vaspe] while they marched away as fast as they could.”

“Wow, that’s pretty low,” Rip said.

“It didn’t work out so well for them though,” Tessa said. “[Vaspe] traveled a lot faster than they expected and it followed the weather patterns rather than cutting a straight path across the countryside. So they basically marched right into the Titan and their train led it right back to [Dragonshire].”

“I feel bad for the grunts who had no idea what was going on,” Lisa said.

“From the lore, there were soldiers who stayed behind to fight for [Dragonshire], so at least some of the army knew what was going on. Well, knew and objected to it,” Tessa said.

“What happened to them?” Matt asked.

“They died too,” Tessa said. “The [Titans] were god-tier enemies. I don’t think the actual game mechanics would have supported it but the story goes that the ones who stayed slowed [Vaspe] down long enough for some of the townsfolk to escape though.”

“Their fate after death was doubtlessly better than the betrayers,” Pendant said. “But you needn’t worry about any of them. Nothing in the living world can bring suffering to those who have passed beyond.”

“Speaking from personal experience?” Lady Midnight asked.

“I don’t believe so. You’re not dead are you?” Starchild said. She was regarding him with a searching gaze.

“You are quite perceptive honored [Druid],” Pendant said. “I have never been dead, nor have I ever lived. At least by some definitions of living.  As you see me now is as I have always been.”

Tessa wondered if that was because he was an NPC in the game but it occurred to her that all of the other NPCs seemed to have lived full lives rather than being created ex nihilo as they appeared in the game.

“Also he talks right? Zombie don’t talk,” Rip said. “Or do they here?”

“[Zombie Lords] and other higher tier versions can,” Lisa said. “The dev’s used that to put story dialog into dungeon encounters. I can’t think of any of the more mindless ones who could though.”

“No talkers among the [Cursed Walkers], I’m betting,” Tessa said. “According to the beta-tester there are no particular quests and storylines around [Cursed Walkers]. It was one of their complaints about the new starting area if you get here early. Basically just a bunch of mindless grinding to do till you hit the interesting bits. On the plus side though, there are a few different varieties of the [Cursed Walkers] though. Well, plus side for them. That may suck for us.”

“Not as much as waiting is going to!” Rip fidgeted with her empty bowl of porridge, but didn’t look like she was going to race off and do anything foolish.

Tessa decided to keep an eye on her anyways. She all too well how deceiving looks could be at that age.

“How about the dungeon?” Lady Midnight asked. “Do we know what we’ll be facing when we get in there?”

“We’ll want to tackle it in exploratory mode,” Tessa said. “We should be able to get the layout and mob spawns from the players who still have a connection back to Earth, but there was a plotline in the dungeon about a calling station that had opened communications with the [Consortium of Pain] and led them to this world. Since they’re already here I don’t know if we’ll encounter that or if things will have changed.”

“Oh, yeah, speaking about that,” Kamie said. “We’ve kind of lost contact with Earth.”

“We’ve….we’ve what?” Tessa asked as she felt one of their far too few safety lines snap and flutter away.

“It happened around the time we came though the portal I guess,” Kamie said.

“What about the other players here?” Tessa asked. “We can still communicate with them right?” She turned to Lisa for confirmation. “You talked to the Cease this morning didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Lisa said with a quick nod.

“We’re good with the other players here,” Kamie said. “It’s just the ones back on Earth we can’t reach.”

“Does that mean we’re drifting farther away from them or something?” Rip asked.

“It means we’re on our own for the time being,” Obby said. “Fortunately, between Tessa and the people who played in the beta and are over here, it looks like we’ve got a lot of the critical information we need, especially since, like she says, what’s out there might have changed from the beta.”

“BT’s here too,” Glimmerglass said. “The team I was with was safeguarding her while she transferred information from your world about the Consortium and everything that was in the game version of this world.”

“That’s gotta be part of why things went well for our side last night,” Tessa said. “Maybe we should try to link up with her?”

“Cambrell said they were going dark with her,” Glimmerglass said. “She’s too high value a target to leave our where the Consortium could get her.”

“Or most of the [Fallen Kingdoms] either,” Lisa said. “It’s not like they’re usually super chummy after all. Once the Consortium’s invasion is over, it’ll be back to the same rivalries and backstabbing as always.”

“I wish I could be there to help protect her,” Glimmerglass said. “She tends to need it.”

Lisa cast a glance over to Tessa.

“She was in my old guild with Glimmerglass. BT liked to play chicken with the bottom of her health bar in the quest for the best dps she could get,” Tessa said.

“I always took it as a sign of trust,” Glimmerglass said. “At least when I wasn’t certain she was doing it to drive me completely mad.”

“And they gave someone like this all the information in the world, literally, why exactly?” Lisa asked.

“I don’t think that was the original plan,” Glimmerglass said. “I think BT kind of forced it on them.”

“Given that she somehow jumped into here with the GM permissions active on an account that wasn’t a GM account? Yeah, that sounds like a BT type of play,” Tessa said. “I’m sorry I dragged you away from her.”

“Eh, I’ll probably do more good here,” Glimmerglass said. “There’s at least a thirty percent chance I would have strangled BT to death for whatever she’s planning to do next.”

“It’d be nice to know what that was,” Tessa said. “Are we plugged into what the [High Command] is telling people to do at all?”

“I have a contact link for them,” Glimmerglass said. “Since we’re not in an active combat zone with the Consortium and no one has forces deployed in our area we’re supposed to either sit tight here or make arrangements with a guild we’re associated with to connect with them and supplement their forces.”

“I talked with Cease about us joining up with the [Army of Light],” Lisa said. “They’re onboard with having us, but all the people we have left got pulled back in for the new offensive against the Consortium. Cease thought they could spare some people to help us out but I didn’t them want to go into any fights short staffed, so I told her to hold off on organizing anything until things settle down.”

Tessa knew that part already but looked to the others in case any of the guilds they were part of on other characters might have volunteered to send help.

“It is the same story with Melissa’s guild,” Starchild said. “She and the other crafters were able to create equipment sets for us with their portable crafting stations, but they’re shepherding a large group of civilians, as well as harrying the Consortium forces. That seemed like a full enough plate to Pete and I, so we discouraged her from sending anyone here, the same as Lost Alice did with her guild.”

That seemed to be the common consensus. The people who’d made it to [Dragonshire] weren’t unimportant, they were just in a secure enough position that resources had to be directed elsewhere. Tessa could agree with that appraisal but it still left her feeling exposed and alone. 

“Well, the good news is, we’re no more alone than we were in the [High Beyond],” she said.

“Oh,” Kamie said, tilting her head as she listened to an internal message. “Turns out that’s definitely true.”

“What’s happened?” Tessa asked, expecting a disaster to be unfolding.

“Battler and Grail are outside the [Great Hall],” Kamie said. “Seems like our new neighbors would like to meet us. All of us.”

Dawn was broken. The sun was well above the horizon. People were scuttling about, dealing with the practicalities of life and the worries which had been put off the previous evening. The smell of a rich melange of different breakfast choices wafted through the air and the melody of an impromptu troop of [Bards] provided a welcoming tune. Despite all that though, Tessa and Lisa didn’t appear back at the [Great Hall] until their friends called out to check on them.

“Overslept a bit?” Obby asked as she offered them both bowls of steaming hot porridge.

“I didn’t think we needed to sleep at all?” Kamie Anne Do said.

“We don’t,” Lady Midnight said. “Not physically at least. [Adventurers] health regeneration seems to be the same awake or asleep. The psychological impact of sleep loss is less well understood or measurable though.”

“Well, I know I feel a lot better this morning,” Rip said. “It’s like closing my eyes and dreaming for a bit wiped about a whole layer of fuzz that had been building up around my brain without me even noticing it.”

“Running in sentry mode did the same for me,” Matt said.

“After what we’ve been through in the last couple of days, I’m surprised any of us were able to sleep at all,” Tessa said.

“I don’t mean to suggest that yesterday’s events were minor or typical,” Starchild said, “but I believe your native aspects are more used to dealing with that sort of stress.”

“Yeah, the sides of us that come from this world are used to monster attacks, and magic, and running into an impossible thing or two everyday,” Obby said. “I’m just glad we got the night off.”

“Most of the people here did,” Glimmerglass said. “There were a number who stayed up to make plans, or watch over us.”

Tessa marveled again at hearing Glimmerglass’s voice ‘for real’. She sounded different than Tessa did. The pitch of her voice was shifted and her intonations weren’t quite the same, but the cadence of her speech was so very familiar.

And it was more than her voice that was familiar. Tessa had spent six of the most formative years of her life traveling the world of the [Fallen Kingdoms] at Glimmerglass’s back. 

They were the same person, she’d seen that and felt it when they’d been joined together with the god soul, but it also felt appropriate somehow that they walk the world in separate bodies. Sort of?

Glimmerglass had always been more than ‘plain old Tessa’, even when every word she spoke came from Tessa’s mouth and every action she took was Tessa’s direct choice. 

Without needing to ask, Tessa knew that Glimmerglass had been one of the ones who’d foregone sleep to watch over the others. It was how she’d always played Glimmerglass and, on reflection, how she’d been choosing to act since she arrived in the [Fallen Kingdoms].

“Thank you,” she said, on a private channel to Glimmerglass.

“We should talk when you have some time,” Glimmerglass said. “I have some so many questions and I think you’ve got a better sense of what’s happening with all this…strangeness.”

“Shame we’re not still sharing thoughts,” Tessa said. “Or would that make it weirder?”

“I don’t think so,” Glimmerglass said. “If anything this is what feels weird. I feel like I’m supposed to hear your voice in the back of my head all the time and talking with you is like writing letters from one side of my brain to the other. Slower, more deliberate, and missing so much context.”

“That’s my fault I guess,” Pillowcase said. “If I wasn’t in the mix, Tessa probably would have been merged in with you instead.”

“I saw that in her thoughts, I think? Was there a bit of guilt over making a new character rather than coming back to me?” Glimmerglass asked.

“I think that falls under ‘it’s complicated’,” Tessa said.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you did, assuming that had any effect of our current situation,” Glimmerglass said and even without a shared mental space Tessa knew what she meant.

“Yeah, if you’ve been ‘real’ this whole time, then what did the choices I make in the game really mean?” Tessa asked.

“They may have been navigational, for lack of a better word,” Pillowcase suggested. “The Consortium has catalogued many different worlds, and one of the difficulties in cross dimensional travel is calibrating a pathway to a stable destination when there are many variations in timelines and dimensional resonances. It could be that there are a nigh infinite number of variations on the [Fallen Kingdoms]. Tessa’s choices may have simply been a matter of connecting to a specific variation where the both of us existed.”

“So there’s an infinite number of both of us that she picked from?” Glimmerglass asked.

“And an infinite number of hers,” Pillowcase said. “The alternative, and I do not have much information loaded on this, just enough to act as a surrogate pilot in the case of catastrophes, is that out of the infinity of variations, only a small set of them are ‘real’, with other, similar variations of timeline collapsing into the ‘real’ one if their probability of occurring is less than the one which we ultimately observe.”

“I think for the sake of our collective sanity it’s probably best if we just assume that we’re all real and any choices I made in ‘making you’ match who you really are by wild coincidence,” Tessa said.

“Agreed,” both Glimmerglass and Pillowcase said together.

“I still have a ton of questions though,” Glimmerglass said.

“You still with us?” Lisa asked aloud, bumping Tessa on the shoulder.

“Like about that,” Glimmerglass said privately

“Still here, sorry for zoning out there,” Tessa said. “Did I miss anything?”

“We were just talking about the things we need to tackle today,” Lisa said. “Seems like some of the big ticket items are already being handled.”

“Cool, which ones?” Tessa asked.

“We nominated Olwina and some of her folks to go talk with the townspeople,” Obby said. “We figured talking with some nice normal people might be a good start to help the locals get used to the idea that they have new neighbors.”

“We sent a few adventurers with them too in case the townsfolk weren’t feeling very neighborly,” Lady Midnight said.

“Calm ones I hope?” Tessa asked, visions of the sort of mayhem [Adventurers] tended to get up to dancing through her mind.

“Battler and Grail are pretty steady,” Kamie said. “They’ll get Olwina and the others out of there if things go south, but it sounds like Olwina’s just chatting nicely with the locals, so maybe we’ve got nothing to worry about?”

“Let’s see how the locals react when they meet the rest of us,” Lisa said.

“Did you tell them about our idea?” Tessa asked.

“Not yet,” Lisa said. “I wanted to you explain it to them.”

“Is this going to be one of those ideas we like, or one of the ones we have to tie you up before you run off and try it for yourself?” Rip asked.

“Hey! I don’t have ideas like that,” Tessa said.

“You jumped into a hole to hell with no backup,” Matt said. “I feel like maybe Rip and I should be going out to find some good solid chains now maybe?”

“No! I mean, it’s not like that,” Tessa said, and added privately to Lisa, “Can you believe these kids?”

“Yeah,” she replied, “who could believe they’ve been paying attention that well! I  guess there is hope for the youth of today.”

Tessa glared at her before continuing on out loud for the rest to hear.

“This isn’t a dangerous idea,” she started. “Or not as dangerous as it could be.”

“Great intro, I think I’m onboard with the chains idea now too,” Lady Midnight said.

“You people, I swear,” Tessa said. “I should run off and solo this, just to show you.”

“You are not doing that,” Lisa said, joking but also clearly not joking.

“Doesn’t mean she won’t try,” Matt said.

“Aww, come on,” Rip said. “I want to hear what it is.”

“Thank you Rip,” Tessa said. “We can duo it if everyone else is too scared to go.”

“I’m in!” Rip said.

“You don’t even know what it is,” Matt said.

“Yeah, but even her bad ideas work out okay,” Rip said. “Haven’t you noticed?”

“I still want to hear what the idea is,” Lady Midnight said.

“A dungeon!” Tessa said gasping out the word before anyone else could interrupt her. “There’s a dungeon hidden in the forest over there.” She waved vaguely towards the west.

“A safe dungeon?” Starchild asked.

“A level appropriate one,” Lisa said.

“Right. Hopefully,” Tessa said. “From what I read about the beta, this was meant to be the one of the new ‘starting towns’ for the players who’d hit level 20 and  left behind the [High Beyond]. There were quests in town, but since the devs knew some people liked playing dungeons more than questing, they included a ‘training dungeon’ around the starter towns to help teach new players how to handle the abilities and grouping and boss mechanics and all that stuff.”

“I see one problem we will face,” Starchild said.

“Yeah, none of us are level 20 yet,” Lady Midnight said.

“I am,” Obby said. “Well, level 22 to be accurate.”

“And I’m just a bit over level 20,” Glimmerglass said, vastly understating her actual level which had somehow reach 90 since Tessa had played her last. Apparently destroying a fairly large force that was occupying a city was good for a lot of experience. 

“So Glimmerglass can go in a clear every thing out for us?” Rip asked, not sounding terribly enthused by the idea.

“She could but I don’t think we need her to do that,” Tessa said.

“I’m more than happy to,” Glimmerglass said. “It’s basically no effort for me and no risk for you.”

“I know, and that’s why I think we want to put you to a different use if you’re up for it,” Tessa asked.

“Safety net?” Glimmerglass asked, her thoughts not all that far off from Tessa’s even if they didn’t share the same mind space.

“Exactly,” Tessa said.

“What does that mean?” Rip asked.

“We still need to level up to the point where we can begin to tackle the dungeon,” Tessa said. “That’s going to mean patrolling around and looking for enemies that we can handle. Glimmerglass can help with that by taking out any of the mobs that are too high level for us to deal with.”

“Could she just kill the wandering monsters for us?” Matt asked.

“I could but you wouldn’t have a chance to learn you spells and abilities as you gained them,” Glimmerglass said. “If I help you indirectly, you’ll earn more experience per fight too, so the leveling will go a lot faster.”

“There’s a few problems with that approach still,” Lady Midnight said. “First, we need to find mobs of the appropriate level.”

“The barrows to the east have us covered there,” Tessa said. “They’re supposed to be a spot where [Adventurers] who missed out on gear in the [High Beyond] could farm for a bit to be ready for regular play, so they’re filled with level 10 to 15 monsters.”

“Some of the [Adventurers] aren’t even level 10 yet,” Kamie said.

“Yeah, I know, some of them didn’t want to risk dying again and so they stayed in [Sky’s Edge],” Tessa said. “I think we can offer them a new choice though. Once we get the [Great Hall] repaired a bit, it’ll become a no-combat zone too, so they can stay here as at least a partially effective measure of safety. For the ones who do want to try leveling though, the rest of us can act as safety nets for them.”

“Like we’d kill the monsters for them so they level up?” Rip asked.

“At least for the first few levels,” Tessa said. “By the time they hit level 10, we’ll want to have them engage too so they can learn how to use their stuff, the same as we’ll be doing, and after that they’ll probably be able to start working in their own groups, and maybe even helping other people level up too.”

“And eventually we all take on this dungeon together?” Matt asked.

“Not the dungeon, exactly,” Tessa said. “The dungeon in the beta was an instanced area. So when we go in, it’ll be only as a single party, with each party that enters being shunted into their own version of the dungeon, with their own monsters, traps, and rewards.”

“At least until we hit the end,” Lisa said.

“What’s at the end?” Rip asked.

“A level 30 Raid Boss,” Tessa said. “And we’re going to need everyone we can get pitching in for that one.”

The early morning sunlight had warned of its arrival, threatened sparkling wakefulness well before its golden rays began to creep across the floor of the abandoned and empty tea shop. Tessa still felt like it was an ambush when the brightness on her eyelids waxed beyond the point where sleep became an untenable occupation.

Pleasantly cool arms gave her a light squeeze while similarly refreshing fingers stroked through the hair on her forehead.

“Good morning,” Lisa whispered as she kissed Tessa’s earlobe.

Wakefulness, Tessa decided, was infinitely preferable to any dreams she could possibly have been enjoying.

And they had been nice dreams for a change.

She tried to grasp a memory of them but the details fled from her. Only the impression of a celebration remained.

Or perhaps that was a memory filtered through the haze of sleep?

Tessa had fallen asleep late, protesting that as an [Adventurer] she didn’t technically need sleep. She’d been nearly overwhelmed with the desire to hold onto the liminal moment her shared confession with Lisa had produced, as they stood on the border between the days and the border between what they had together and what they might yet be to one another.

“Very good morning,” Tessa said, and let herself melt into Lisa’s embrace.

For having slept on a bedroll she’d found in her pack, Tessa was impressed by how rested she felt. The barren floor of the tea shop was dusty and a far cry from even the cheap mattress she slept on in her apartment (or the metal storage trays where Pillowcase’s body was left when not in active service), but as she stretched her toes and checked the muscles in her back, Tessa found a startling lack of aches or pains.

“I’d be okay with staying here for the rest of the day,” Lisa said. “Just like this.”

On reflection, Tessa found she could agree with that sentiment. She had so much that she still wanted to talk with Lisa about. And Lost Alice. And Pillowcase.

It was beyond strange to think of their relationship as a four way affair. In reality, it was just the two of them. Through Lost Alice and Pillowcase though, they each had a greater view of themselves than they’d ever had before and passing up the chance to share what Pillowcase’s perspective and memories offered wasn’t something Tessa wanted to miss.

“Think the others will let us?” Tessa asked, memories of the problems she’d pushed off as ‘Future-Tessa’s problems’ filtering back into her consciousness one after the other.

“Rip and Matt probably would,” Lisa said. “Did you see how slick she was getting us off on our own here?”

“I’m thinking of nominating them both for sainthood,” Tessa said.

“You know, that’s probably something that can happen here,” Lisa said with a chuckle.

The gods of the [Fallen Kingdoms] were gone, but the developers had still needed some form of ‘divine intercessor’ for some of their storylines and bits of lore, so various “Saints of whatever and some such” could be found as either unique quest givers or referenced in the lore of the various relics and divine artifacts the players collected.

“Huh, maybe,” Tessa said. “Shouldn’t the ones from the game have helped out with fighting off the Consortium when they showed up though?”

“Not if the events we’ve seen are related to what was going to happen in the game,” Lisa said. “You know they never have any of the [Great Powers] in the world take part in stuff they want the players to handle.”

“Ah, yeah, the whole ‘not meant to meddle in the mortal world’ thing, which applies all the time except when it doesn’t,” Tessa said, not at all unhappy that their conversation had turned away from the idea of going back and dealing with the issues awaiting them at the [Great Hall].

“I heard back from Cease All by the way,” Lisa said.

“Was that what woke you up?” Tessa asked.

“No, I woke a little bit before dawn,” Lisa said and let her voice shift to Lost Alice’s register. “Survival instinct from the original [Vampire] bloodline. I have some visceral reactions to things which a no longer an issue for me.”

“Is the sunlight unpleasant at all?” Tessa asked, noticing that they were laying against the back wall of the tea shop and as far away from the direct rays of sunshine as they could be.

“Mildly,” Lost Alice said. “I normally regenerate mana faster than a other casters, but that’s suppressed in sunlight. The same with physical regeneration. It’s not painful, but it’s  annoying to feel weaker. I’d call it lethargy but I have more energy now than I’ve ever had before. Just less than I did while the sun was down.”

“I have no problem signing up for night missions, if that works better for you,” Tessa said.

“About that,” Lisa said. “We’re going to need to think about where we go from here in terms of adventuring and leveling in general.”

“We’ve got Glimmerglass to help with leveling,” Tessa said. “Was Cease able to send anyone towards us to help out too?”

“She was going to bring the whole guild here but I told her not to,” Lisa said. “Not immediately that is.”

“They’re still fighting against the Consortium I take it?” Tessa asked.

“Yeah. It sounds like there was a real turning point yesterday,” Liisa said. “I don’t know if it was the attack the Consortium made on the [High Beyond] that did it or what, but their forces on the ground lost a bunch of battles, so my guild and the others are pushing back as hard as they can. I guess they’ve been running back to back missions to just wreck the hell out of the Consortium’s equipment and fortifications that weren’t being defended well enough.”

“You know I would feel bad that I didn’t log into Glimmerglass so I could be helping with that but I have to say, at the moment, I absolutely do not regret my choice to start up again as Pillowcase.” Tessa ran her hand down Lisa’s side and indulged herself in a long slow kiss when Lisa moved in close for one.

Lost Alice’s fangs weren’t the problem so many of the fan fics a younger Tessa had read had made them out to be. They weren’t razor blades after all and the gentleness that Lisa held her with made Tessa feel safer than anything else in either world she’d been in.

“I only regret we didn’t get here sooner,” Lisa said.

“I came so close to telling you a few times,” Tessa said.

“Me too,” Lisa said. “But, hey, three cheers to us. I remember a 16 year old Lisa who managed to dodge telling her crush that she liked her until a year after they graduated and they were both involved with other people.”

“And did this crush like her back?” Tessa asked.

“This crush said that she’d been crushing on Lisa since they were 15 but was absolutely sure that Lisa had no interest in her and was devastated that they never hooked up in high school.”

“We’ve lived very similar lives,” Tessa said with a smile. If the miseries of their pasts had led them to be who they were, where they were, then she was, in that moment, grateful for all of those miseries.

“I’d like to make sure that continues to be true,” Lisa said.

For a moment, Tessa simply accepted those words. She wanted them to be together for as long as she could imagine. It took her a moment to hear the other meaning, to remember Lisa’s concerns from the last time they’d been resting together like this.

“You’re thinking I shouldn’t risk adventuring?” she asked. Tessa wasn’t appalled at the idea, or resentful of it. She could see where Lisa was coming from all too easily, and she had to question if, without Pillowcase’s more durable body, if she could really contribute anything to a team.

“I don’t know,” Lisa said. “You’re amazing. I’m concerned about how much that costs you, but if we’d gone with the plan of you hiding away and me trying to tank the zombie soldier guys, I think we both would have died.”

“That encounter was a lot worse than anything we should have been tangling with,” Tessa said. “Without you backing me up, I would be have been dead in about a second I think. Maybe two since Pillowcase was able to help out a bit.”

“The good news is, with Glimmerglass and the others to help out, we shouldn’t wind up that far over our heads again,” Lisa said.

“With the right help, we can probably level up a pretty fair amount without being in any danger at all,” Tessa said.

“Which is something I’m all for,” Lisa said. “For the others, I’ve got some concerns about how well they’ll be able to learn their classes if they get power leveled up too high, but you’re a better tank, even just as you, than about ninety percent of the randos I’ve grouped up.”

“That’s flattering, but I’ve definitely got a lot to learn,” Tessa said and let Pillowcase speak as well. “I can take what I learned from observations as Glimmerglass and the tactics that were programmed into me by the Consortium, assuming we can restore my [Clothwork] form, or strengthen this body, but there are many mechanics I’m still unfamiliar with and some things that I’m sure can only be learned by actually doing them.”

“That’s sort of the central point for me,” Lisa said. “You’re a [Void Speaker] now, and a [Soul Knight], sort of. We know what a [Soul Knight] can be, but [Void Speaker] seems to be completely new. I checked with Cease and it wasn’t in the beta at all, so we don’t have any data on what you’ll be able to do, or even what role you’re supposed to play.”

“It might be something really specialized,” Tessa said. “I mean I just kind of had it when I came back. It might be completely focused on whatever it was that happened to me.”

“Maybe, and if so, that might be perfect,” Lisa said.

“How so?” Tessa asked.

“When we ran into the [Formless Hunger] you did something to it but the Tessa part of you was lost, right? You mentioned something about the [Fractured] status condition?” Lisa said.

“That’s right,” Tessa said. “I think it split me in two. I’m not quite sure what that did to the ‘Tessa’ part of me though, aside from giving me the [Void Speaker] class that is.”

“Well it let you use that [Fractured] effect, maybe not offensively, but something close to it,” Lisa said. “You’ve managed to make a tool out of it at least.”

“I guess that’s kind of true, how is that perfect though?” Tessa asked.

“We’re these strange dual beings at the moment right?” Lisa asked. “But you have the key to break that apart. I am not at all suggesting you try it on anyone, but if that’s where the abilities of the [Void Speaker] class are focused, just picture what the really high end version of that sort of thing would be?”

Tessa turned her gaze inwards, projecting her imagination forwards and letting the class ability lists for [Soul Knight] and [Solar Priestess] and [Rogue] guide her. 

The early levels always gave a taste of what the class’s focus was. [Soul Knights] got the abilities to drain an opponent’s health and make it their own. [Rogues] got a stealth ability and an assassination attack. [Solar Priestess] got both a heal and a simple bolt of radiant fire. None of the abilities were overwhelming, but they all led to powers that were far grander in scope. From the [Rogues] [Thousand Blades in the Dark] to the [Solar Priestess’s] [Rise in Valor], the top tier powers of a class let them battle against gods and win. 

So what would the top tier power of a [Void Speaker] look like? 

If she could break apart monsters even now, what could she [Fracture] when she was ready to contend with the strongest powers in creation?

A [Vampire] had led Tessa off to secluded, secondary location. The house she was standing in was lit only by moonlight, and in the nearby forest unknown monsters lurked. As Lost Alice turned towards her, Tessa saw a gleam of red in the [Vampire’s] eyes and a glint of white off a pair of deadly fangs. That Tessa was mesmerized had nothing to do with any supernatural qualities the woman near her possessed though.

“Looks like this should be as good a spot as Rip thought it would be,” Lisa said, speaking with normal words rather than their telepathic link.

“I’m surprised it was a tea shop originally,” Tessa said. “I guess it must have been good for business though?”

She paced around the room to look out the windows towards the forest as various nameless voices tried to strange each other inside her.

The view to the west was by equal parts lovely and creepy. The slope of the hill was steep enough that she could see over the next nearest building, which looked to a low built horse stable which has survived the years of neglect reasonably well. The trees of the forest beyond that shone in deep purples and hints of violet in the moonlight, their branches and trunks twisted in a manner that suggested they hungered for something other than sunlight.

“It looks like a perfect spot for an adventurer,” Pillowcase said, her voice rising above the internal scuffle, though as always the communication between them was limited to within their head. Tessa was eternally grateful for that. If she’d had to talk aloud to speak to herself, things would have gotten very uncomfortable, very quickly.

“We’ll probably be heading in there in a day or two,” Tessa replied, casting a glance over to Lost Alice who was dutifully inspecting the view back towards the town.

Hesitating was stupid. Tessa knew that. She knew she was being an idiot. They finally had more than thirty seconds where they weren’t in imminent peril. They should talk. No. She, Tessa, should say something. She owed it to Lisa.

After all they’d been through. After all the support Lisa had given her. 

No. Not even that. Lisa deserved to know what Tessa’s feelings were because she deserved honesty. Tessa still didn’t know if there could be anything between them, but Lisa deserved better than to have someone following her around like a cowardly, lovesick puppy.

“But you’re worried she’s going to reject your feelings?” Pillowcase asked.

“Yeah, I’m always worried about that,” Tessa said. “I think that’s an everyone thing though. Here, I’m also worried about being a burden on her. Or of the situation making it really awkward for her to say what she feels, since we’re kind of stuck together.”

“I hear a lot of arguments against that idea,” Pillowcase said, nodding towards the swirl of thoughts in her head.

“I know,” Tessa said. “I’m really just scared. And scared of being scared. I’ve messed this kind of thing up before.”

“Those memories seem to be wrapped in balls of pain,” Pillowcase said. “They are not pleasant to approach.”

“Sorry,” Tessa said. “I don’t like remembering them either.”

Embarrassment. Shame. Regrets. If she could weaponize those, Tessa felt like she’d be invincible. Sadly the only person they could hurt was herself.

Like, for example, by making her too tongue tied to speak when she really needed to.

It was stupid.

So fine.

She was stupid.

Better to be stupid, and embarassed, and dance with the razor blades of rejection than to miss the chance that stood right across the empty room from her.

“Lisa, I have something…” she began to say, right as Lisa stumbled into, “Tessa, I thought I should tell you…”

They both stopped, stared at each other, and then shared a giggle at the absurdity of the moment.

“Would you like me to go first, or would you like the floor, my dear?” Lisa said adding an overly formal half bow and sweep of her hand to brush away the cloud of seriousness which threatened to stifle them both.

“I have to admit, it is tempting to let you go, but if you’d like to hear what I’ve got to say, I’d be happy to tell you what I’ve been thinking first.” Tessa felt her heart swell as she tip toed up to the confession she’d been holding in, her clumsy words barely able to manage the surge of emotions that were crashing through her veins.. 

The knowledge that once she spoke, there’d be no taking back her words left Tessa feeling like she was surrounded by a hedge of knives on all sides. 

“I…I’d like that,” Lisa said, glancing away as she spoke, but her gaze return to Tessa’s face the instant she was finished, as though trying to assess even the most minute impact of her words.

And there it was. The cliff Tessa had been inventing reasons for herself to stay so far away from.

She opened her mouth and a moment passed. Somehow the tidal wave of thoughts within her didn’t come flooding out.

She shook her head and felt a silent laugh ripple through her.

Of course, it wouldn’t be simple or easy.

She felt like she was fourteen again, confessing to a girl she’d had a crush on for two years, where each word was the end of the world and the most important thing she’d ever said or would say again.

Except she wasn’t fourteen.

She’d done that dance already. She’d been that awkward. She’d been clumsy, and stupid, and been hurt, and had survived all of it. 

Courage was never easy to find. Not for her at least. Not for this kind of thing. But she’d found it before so she knew she could again.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’ve got about a thousand thoughts whirling around in here. Let me pick the most important one to start with; I think I’m kind of falling for you. I know this whole situation is terrible and there’s a ton of problems with starting anything, but you’re…you feel like someone I’ve been waiting for for a long time. When we talk, you get me, even when I’m weird or not making sense. Every time we’ve been in danger, being with you has made me feel safer. You’re kind, and caring, and you’ve been strong for me even when it was completely unreasonable for me to ask you to be. I feel like we fit together, like there’s so much more that we could be together than apart. And maybe that’s just a crush, or wishful thinking, but I want to find out. I love the ‘you’ I’ve seen so far, and I can’t imagine anything better than getting to know the rest of you. And letting you see the rest of me. Even the strange, messed up bits. Because I feel like I can trust you. Like you already know me. Or at least the parts that matter. And I know you’ve already got someone, and I don’t want to mess that up. All you’ve got to do is say the word, and I’ll dial everything back. We can be friends if that’s what you need and, for real, I will be happy that you’re in my life at all. I’ve lost friends before because we couldn’t be romantic and that really sucks and I don’t want that to happen with you.”

Lost Alice blinked and wasn’t breathing. 

Which wasn’t strange for a [Vampire], but usually she at least faked breathing for Lisa’s comfort. 

“Is that okay?” Tessa asked, her nerves drawn so taut they were ringing at a tone too high for even supernatural creatures to perceive.

“No…” Lisa said and sat down on the floor so quickly that it looked like she collapsed. Before she fully came to rest though, she shot back to her feet. “I mean, no, it’s not okay, it’s great. It’s….”

She paused and shook herself like a cat and it was the most adorable and terrifying thing that Tessa had ever seen.

“Wow,” Lisa said. “Okay. My heart is actually beating. You made a [Vampire’s] heart beat. Wow.”

“If you need a minute, I could…”

“Nope! Nope, nope, nope. Stay right there! Sorry, I…I….that was more than I’d let myself hope for is all,” Lisa said. “Okay. First. Yes. Please. I want you too. I fell for you like a dozen times already. I’ve been trying not to think about it. Trying not to bother you with it. Trying to…be an idiot? I don’t know. And, god, I started with a ‘no’? I’m so sorry. So sorry. That was….wow, I am just babbling.”

“It’s okay.” Tessa couldn’t help but laugh. It was that or burst into tears of joy and she didn’t need those. Except for the part where her face seemed to be wet. So apparently joy tears were on the agenda whether she wanted them or not. That was fine. More than fine. Why shouldn’t she show what she was feeling. Why would she want to hide when she didn’t have to.

“Let me do this right,” Lisa said, as Lost Alice visibly centered herself. “We’ve known each other for, what two days now? Less? So I know this is could be stress and trauma speaking, but whatever, the truth is I have been so impressed with everything you’ve done and said since we first met. You’ve been kind, and brave, and so loving, and I can’t imagine anything better than having that in my life. I’ve been so afraid, without even letting myself realize it, that once we got to this point, you’d go off with someone else. Someone nicer, or stronger, or smarter, and that I’d be left alone again. And I know that’s silly. I know I’m not alone. And I’m rambling again. I guess what I want to say is I’m really glad you don’t want to leave, and I definitely want to see where things can go with us. You’re…I’m lucky to have you. In my life. And interested in me. God, I can’t believe…”

They were both smiling at each other, but neither had reached out to cross the space between them yet, as though they were each afraid to touch what was so good it had to be an illusion. Before Tessa could take a chance on changing that though, Lost Alice jerked up with her eyes flashing open.

“Oh! And there’s something you should know,” she said, her words rushed out as though trying to hold the spell between them together before it could fray. “I’m not with anyone. Not anymore. We broke up. My old girlfriend and I. It was months ago. But we’ve broken up a lot. And I usually…we usually get back together. Ok, not usually. It’s just been a few times. And, this time was it. I’ve…I’ve known that for a while, but I’m…it’s good that it ended. I just wish I’d seen that sooner. God, I wish I’d said something sooner. I know I mentioned her when we met in [Sky’s Edge] but with everything that happened, I kind of forgot I had.”

“Oh…oh, that’s okay,” Tessa said. Lisa wasn’t with anyone. Lisa wanted to be with her. Lisa…Tessa’s thoughts were sort of short circuiting. They kept running into the wall of feelings that had fallen over on her. “Better than okay,” she added with a mischievous smile when she caught the glimpse of concern on Lost Alice’s face. “We didn’t really have time to talk like this before. It’s probably better that I didn’t know up till now. It helped me keep my hopes in check.”

“And now?” Lisa asked.

“Now I feel terrible. I shouldn’t be this happy that you had a miserable time, but on the other hand I can’t believe how lucky I am that I met you now and not like a year ago,” Tessa said.

She stepped across the invisible line between them, her heart thudding so loudly that she was sure it was audible the up to the [High Beyond].

“I’d like to kiss you,” Lisa said.

“If you start that you have to promise me one thing,” Tessa said.

“What?” Lisa asked.

“That you won’t ever stop.”

As fortresses went, the [Great Hall] of [Dragonshire] was lacking a few things. Like an intact roof. And walls that took more than stiff breeze to knock over. It was roomy though. Perhaps even more so than it should have been.

“Is it just me or are there fewer people in here than there were following us through town?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah, we should be packing this space to the rafters,” Tessa said. “Did some of them stay outside? Or go to the surrounding buildings?”

“Nope, everyone funneled in here,” Rip said. She’d managed to scale the walls and had taken a spot on the shaky rooftop to act as a lookout in case either the townsfolk or a local monster decided to come and visit [Dragonshire’s] newest inhabitants.

“I saw a Kamie and Battler disappear when they passed through the hole in the wall,” Matt said.

“We’re still here,” Kamie said.

“I guess we’re layered then,” Tessa said. “It makes sense they’d have that in place for [Dragonshire]. Will the lowbies being funneled here it was probably supposed to be swamped for the first few weeks.”

“We’ll need to watch for that if the Consortium does show up,” Obby said. “The [Fallen Kingdoms] have always been closely tied to other dimensions and demi-planes. The last thing we want is to setup our defenses and have a troop of Consortium soldiers come spilling out of fold in space behind us.”

“Thanks for that image,” Matt said. “Kinda glad [Metal Mechanoids] don’t need to sleep or I’d have some quality nightmares to look forward to.”

“He brings up a good point,” Lisa said, limiting herself to the private channel with Tessa. “We haven’t taken a break since we got here. [Adventurers] may not need to but our Earthling selves probably need to catch our breath after everything we’ve been through.”

Tessa giggled at the thought. She felt like she could meditate for the rest of her life and that wouldn’t be enough to get a handle on everything that had happened since she’d logged in [Broken Horizons] again.

Around her, people were coming to the same conclusion as Lisa had though. The refugees from [Sky’s Edge] were setting up little encampments at the far back corner of the [Great Hall]. Tessa was pleased to see that Yawlorna’s people seemed to be mixing with them freely, though Balegritz, Illuthiz and Hermeziz were cuddled up together in a clump of ten other “demons”, a [Vampire] and two intrepid young girls from [Sky’s Edge]. 

Tessa wondered if the [Vampire] was a spy of some sort, since that seemed like something Vixali might encourage. Whether that was likely or not though, it fell squarely into the realm of “not my business” in Tessa’s view and so she turned away from it to the myriad of other issues that loomed before them.

“By morning we’ll probably have to be ready to deal with the townsfolk of [Dragonshire],” she said. “I’m going to suggest that we don’t keep any important secrets from them, but we may need to figure out a good order for filling them in on things.”

“Things like the monsters you brought into their midst?” Vixali said. She moved to a spot on Tessa’s left so gracefully that even the living shadows looked clumsy by comparison. Tessa had to grudgingly admit that the [Vampire] was achingly suave, while at the same time suppressing the urge to punch her. 

“Exactly,” Tessa said. “The town will need to be warned about the [Adventurers] if they don’t have any in residence yet. If we’re the first ones they’ve met they won’t know the kind of monsters [Adventurers] can be.”

“And us?” Gray asked.

“These are people who moved to a long deserted town with no functional defenses and started rebuilding it,” Tessa said. “My guess is that as long as you’re willing to live in peace with them, they’re not going to be anymore concerned about you than about any of the hundreds of other creatures they share this area with.”

“They will not object to our [Life Drinking]?” Gray asked, sounding perplexed in a manner shadows aren’t normally capable of.

“Depends on what you need to drink life from and how dead that makes the drinkee,” Lost Alice said. “I mean, you’re not the only one who feeds on the living here.”

“Which, as a note, includes basically all of us,” Tessa said. “It’s not like the last hamburger I ate came from a cow who harmlessly dispensed burger patties.”

“Our concerns lie in a similar area,” Vixali said.

“Obby’s got a lot of experience,” Rip said. “Maybe the three of you could scout out the other building inside the walls here and talk about what kind of things you’ll need for food.”

As trios went, it wasn’t a terrible choice to send Obby, Vixali, and Gray out as scouts, they were certainly unlikely to have problems with anything that might be lurking in the abandoned [Administration Building], but Tessa began to wonder if Rip had some other motive as well.

“I should go too,” Lost Alice said.

“Nah,” Rip said. “You’re an [Adventurer], you can just eat like the rest of us right?”

Rip was definitely up to something, but Tessa couldn’t puzzle out what it was. Also she was pretty sure that despite her status as an [Adventurer], Lost Alice needed some kind of fresh blood supply to work with. The blood frenzy she’d flown into when they were ‘trapped’ in the [Sunless Deeps] hadn’t been wholly inspired by her revulsion for the guy who had bound them in paper mache chains.

“Fair point,” Lisa said and added privately to Tessa. “They’re not going to relax if we don’t, and I’m dead sure they need to now.”

“Was that a [Vampire] joke?” Tessa asked.

“Maybe,” Lost Alice hid a small smile before shaking her head and switching back to the group channel. “We can worry about long term food resources for everyone else tomorrow after we talk with the people here.”

“Bathroom needs should be fine too,” Tessa said. “Before it got wrecked, [Dragonshire] had working indoor plumbing. One of the early quests was to fight a plant monster that had clogged up one of the houses drains but none of the rest of the houses had that problem, so we should find a lot of it still working.”

“This place got destroyed by Titans didn’t it?” Lady Midnight asked. “Which one?”

“[Vaspe Breath Stealer]?” Starchild asked.

“Same Titan,” Tessa said. “No physical form beyond a cloud of toxic gas. That was why the town wasn’t flattened completely, and why it couldn’t be resettled right away. It took a while for the poisons left behind by the Titan to breakdown and get absorbed back into the land.”

“We should verify that there’s no more gas waiting in the low places like the basements,” Starchild said. “It could be why the townsfolk didn’t choose to begin restoring this place first.”

“Don’t go alone!” Rip said.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got her back,” Lady Midnight said.

“Me too,” Pete said. “Sort of.”

The [Great Hall] had a set of rooms behind the central dias. Obby and Glimmerglass had done a pass through them to ensure nothing was lurking in wait before the mob Tessa was leading showed up. Tessa hadn’t seen the rooms but from their description and they sounded like they’d once served as the personal chambers for the town’s ruler. The [Adventurer] in her had hoped that meant there’d be treasure to loot from them, but Glimmerglass had assured them that the rooms had been long since picked clean.

Starchild and Lady Midnight passed through the door into the back area where the stairs to the basement level lay and Tessa felt a pang of worry. [Adventurers] in small groups could run into all sorts of trouble they couldn’t handle and they hadn’t yet found the town’s [Heart Fire]. 

Tessa forced herself to take comfort in the idea that, for as bad as things were, they weren’t in a horror movie. Starchild and Lady Midnight would stay in contact with them and both of them were smart enough to back off the moment anything started looking questionable. 

And if something did attack them, there were a disturbingly large number of [Adventurers] and otherworld creatures ready to bring the hammer down on whatever foolish monsters might be waiting in ambush. It would be the shortest dungeon run ever if everyone they brought to the [Great Hall] went surging downstairs in an XP gathering blood rage.

“We should make contact with as many of our surface side friends as we can,” Tessa said. “That no one was here waiting for us probably means we’re the first to get down to the surface from the [High Beyond].”

“I’m already on it,” Kamie said. “You remember Penswell? She’s acting as a dispatcher for, like, everyone. I’m filling her in on what happened and up there and what our story is.”

“I’ll be surprised if they can send us any official help, but maybe there are people who aren’t fighting the Consortium who can help us out?”

“My sister said she’ll be sending over some care packages for us,” Pete said. “Look for mail from Feral Fang your Inboxes. There should be gear attached to it for level 10, 20 and 30. Nothing too flashy, but it’ll be better coordinated than random drops.”

“We owe her a ton,” Tessa said. “That’s going to come in incredibly useful for everyone. Uh, except me I guess.”

“Still no interface to work with?” Lisa asked.

“Nope. So if Feral Fang does send me anything it’s probably just going to sit there,” Tessa said.

“Lucky for you, you don’t need new gear then, right?” Lisa asked.

Tessa mind was blank for a moment as she noticed just how damn alluring Lost Alice’s neck was. It seemed weirdly backward for a human to find the idea of nibbling on a [Vampire’s] neck utterly compelling, but they were in a weird world so she wasn’t going to try to judge her own tastes.

“Because your gear will all level with you?” Lisa’s reminder shook Tessa’s thoughts loose.

“Right! Uh, Pete, could you let your sister know that I’m good,” Tessa said. “Might be worth checking with the others too. Some of them are probably in [Heirloom] gear too.”

“I would if I could get a word in edgewise,” Pete said. “Apparently routing an entire Consortium army is a feat to be proud of or something.”

Tessa didn’t miss the clear, beaming pride in Pete’s voice. It was warmly comforting to see a brother and sister who loved each other that much. 

“There’s a house outside the wall that has a great view of the whole town,” Rip said. “Jamal and I will go check it out and crash there for the night if it looks safe.”

“Why stay there?” Tessa asked. 

“We should have some people outside the walls we don’t get surprised by anything, right?” Rip said. “I mean even if this place is peaceful, we don’t know when the townsfolk wake up or when they might come wandering over here. Good to have someone in a species they might recognize available to greet them. I can handle that and Matt can handle staying awake.”

Tessa noticed that Rip had used Matt Painting’s other name. Jamal was a nice one, but she wasn’t going to call attention to it since everyone else would probably just forget it.

“How far away is the lookout point you have in mind?” Lisa asked.

“It’s the tall building one street over from the east gate,” Rip said.

“That’s not too far,” Lisa said privately. “And she’s got a point.”

“Yeah. Not thrilled with them being off on their own like that, but it’s better than trying to hold them back and having them sneak out on  us.”

“You sound like your speaking from experience?” Lisa said.

“I was a troubled youth, or was that a troublesome youth? I don’t think people ever decided really,” Tessa said.

“If that sounds good, I can see a building, it looks like a tea shop, at the western edge of the hill we’re on. It’s right on the main road, so it should make a great point to intercept anyone coming from the forest,” Rip said.

“I could take that,” Battler X said.

“No, it’d probably be better if it was someone on the same party channel as Matt and I, just in case we need to compare notes without waking all of you up,” Rip said.

”Clever girl,” Lisa said privately.

Tessa wondered at that, and then put one and one together.

“Oh! Yes! Very clever,” she responded privately before adding in the public chat. “We can handle that one then. Battler can you make sure everyone’s able to get some rest or even sleep if they can.”

“Sure thing boss.” 

Tessa wasn’t delighted at that turn of phrase but the leadership roles were a problem for later on. 

For the moment, all Tessa was concerned about was getting the two of them to a nice, secluded house and having Lisa all to herself for a while.