《Hilda Finds a Home》Book 2, Chapter 10: Not As Stupid As She Sounds
Advertisement
The world dissolved and the cavern was replaced with the familiar sight of an illustrated tunnel illuminated by melancholic glowbugs. Mina looked around and wrinkled her nose at the bright and merry paintings on the walls. A kobold scribbling a penis (what else?) saw the newcomers and fled screaming around a corner. Shame. Hilda wanted to brain the little bugger for defacing Philly’s art and because she was in a bad mood and it would make her feel better.
“Those things…” Hilda said after her heart stopped thudding and she was reasonably sure she could speak without vomiting. “They aren’t really lizardmen, are they?”
“No…” the drow said without her usual posh accent. She looked shaken herself, despite all her attempts to radiate cold aloofness. “They’re just possessing them because of the lizardmen’s high Constitution scores and low Wisdom saving throws.”
“What are they, really?”
“Some things are too dark even for dark elves to consider. Just be happy you got the job.” The drow closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Just be happy you’re alive.”
“I’m very happy…”Hilda said tiredly. After a few moments of awkward silence she added, “Um, do you want to come in for a cup of tea?”
***
Hilda’s house was constructed with dwarfs in mind, so the three women sat outside, which was a deceptive term since outside was still inside a cavern. Then again, the tunnel was outside of the cavern, so… Never mind.
Hilda placed a tray with a wine goblet for the drow, who chilled it with a ray of frost before sniffing it, a mug of ale for herself, and some crunchy mushroom snacks she prepared herself, mostly to show off. For Philly, she brought a beaker with the foul stuff the mushrooms secreted when Hilda was pressing them. The ghoul loved the stuff. She loved anything that smelled like it was run over by a horse on a hot summer night and left to fester for a week.
The drow sat primly on the chair Hilda dragged out for her, pretending like she didn’t look like a grown up sitting on a first grader’s tea party. Philly squatted, like she always did. Hilda really wanted to get rid of this drow, but she felt it might hurt her business. If a few minutes of awkward small talk would save her from another visit to that nightmarish cavern with its fiendish lizardmen, petrified heroes and slithering lawyers, it was a price she’d pay gladly.
“So,” Hilda was saying, “I’m going to visit my mom in, um, the place she lives in, and, um, discreetly ask around about who sells the cheapest obsidian. I’ll get a few offers, um, maybe I’ll talk to the stone giants too. I think they also mine it. If I meet any merchants along the way, I can talk to them too,” Hilda swallowed. “But… How do I get all these certificates and papers? Can’t I just bring a sample to the buyer and if he okays it, bring him the rest?”
“Oh, you’re so naive!” The drow cried out. “The market is positively teeming with scammers and bad faith actors. This is the underground, my dear! That is why even a chaotic buyer requires all this verification. Do you trust the buyer?”
“Um… not especially…”
Advertisement
“So why would he trust you? All these documents exist to make it more difficult for the parties to cheat each other. Now, since there are at least five parties between the buyer and the seller--”
“At least?”
“Well, of course, dear. Do you think you’ll be able to purchase obsidian straight from the miner?”
“I was hoping--”
“Miners don’t go about selling minerals, dear. They are too busy mining. In the best case, you’ll purchase from the miner’s reseller, but more likely you’ll deal with an agent employed by the reseller, or maybe a free agent in the employment of--”
“And each of them will want a commission?” Hilda asked glumly, seeing her profit decrease with each added degree of separation.
“Of course! No one works out of the kindness of their heart.”
“You don’t know paladins.”
“You’re a paladin.”
“Fair enough…” You don’t know barbarians, Hilda thought as she pictured Medvak, whom she had to beg to receive payment for some high quality work he did for her a few months ago.
Hilda sighed and took a long swig from her mug. “So how do I get all these certificates? How can I tell if they’re real or not? I know dwarfs. I don’t know elves or humans well enough to understand their legalese.”
Mina sunk back into her tiny chair, gasping as she almost toppled over and spilling a bit of wine in the process. After this, however, she looked very dignified as she considered the subject. “Well, I can’t accompany you to the surface and we can’t communicate magically due to, um, reasons which are not currently important. Any item I may give you will disintegrate in the sun… Hmmm…”
Philly put down her disgusting beaker, which she was emptying with great big gulps that made her gorge go up and down unnaturally. “Where did you learn about all these documents?”
“I didn’t, my familiar takes care of this stuff. They are frightfully good at this sort of thing, like a legal specialist you can fit in your purse…”
The ghoul tilted her head thoughtfully. “Can you lend your familiar to Hilda?”
“Don’t be preposterous!” the drow glared at the ghoul. “A familiar is part of a spell caster’s very soul! The mere idea that I’l, I’ll--”
“So I guess Hilda will have to summon a familiar…” Philly said dreamily and went back to slurping her garbage juice.
Hilda rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly, I’m a paladin, not a witch.”
“No, no,” the drow gingerly placed her goblet on the table. “The ghoul’s suggestion is not as stupid as it sounds, though it was phrased in a profoundly stupid way; any spellcaster may summon a familiar. In your case this may be a steed or a talking weapon or something of the sort…”
“Or a sexy angel.” Philly suggested.
“Huh,” Hilda said thoughtfully, “I didn’t know I could do this…”
“It is dreadful how the youth of today never pays attention in class…” The drow lamented.
Hilda just shook her head. She had no energy to argue with this kid. “Fine, I’ll research the matter in my temple. If you’re right then we have all corners covered, if not,” Hilda sighed at the thought of another expense, “I suppose I could hire a lawyer. Next time we speak, I’ll have a sample of obsidian and a big stack of signed papers.”
Advertisement
“And a cute familiar!” Philly added cheerfully.
Hilda rolled her eyes. With her luck, it will be some sanctimonious badger or telepathic hammer that will preach to her incessantly about what a bad dwarf she was. She didn’t need a familiar for that. She already had the rest of her species…
****
After making sure all the traps were in order and that Philly remembered their locations well enough to avoid wandering into them (hey, traps are expansive!), Hilda was ready to embark on her first visit home since she left for the dungeon. Sadly, this required one more unpleasant chore; talking to Saga, her mother; a task both pricey and unpleasant.
Naturally, a respected matron such as Saga would not go skipping through a fetid swamp just to say “hi” to one of her daughters. She had a household as big and deadly as any dungeon to run and her absence would result in chaos. However, there were other means of communication.
During her time in the dungeon, Hilda had been in contact with several of her sisters, especially Brook and Bombina. She’d been in very close contact with Gloin. She had also encountered a party of clerics in the forest. The bunch of beards with dwarfs attached to them oggled her for a while then called her a slut because her hair was unbraided. Hilda hoped a dragon ate them.
Every one of these dwarves would have been happy to deliver a message to Hilda’s mother. Everyone wanted to be noticed by clan Hagamid, of which Saga was the matriarch. Then again, Hilda’s mother could have written as well. It was no secret that Hilda occasionally entertained dwarf guests in her subterranean domain. Even if it was, there were very few secrets Saga wasn’t privy to.
The truth was that Hilda simply didn’t have the energy to communicate with her mother. The two women loved each other dearly… but in small doses. As her name suggested, every conversation with Hilda’s mother was indeed a saga, usually of the kind in which a very bad dwarf named Hilda did everything wrong. And yes, this could be provided in written form as well. Beautiful prose and calligraphy too. Saga was a woman of many talents. Making her daughter happy wasn’t one of them.
Hilda sighed. There was no way to visit the city without her mother knowing. The less time she gave her mother to prepare for the visit, the more unflattering chapters would be added to the saga of Hilda and the less help Hilda would receive with her business venture.
“Hey!” Philly barked joyfully, breaking Hilda’s gloomy train of thought. “You forgot to pack your bedroll.” The ghoul was naked again, except for a pouch hanging from a leather stripe slung over her shoulder. Not only the leather wasn’t cured, it was still dripping blood.
Damn it! Hilda sighed and waddled back to her hut. She had so little stuff and still she managed to forget something. Maybe Gloin really did fuck her brains out…
“Is your mother pretty?” Philly asked through the window as Hilda struggled with the recitant bedroll.
“What do you care?!” Hilda snapped after the bedroll unrolled violently and smacked her on the nose. “You’ll never see her.”
Philly’s ears dropped. “I’m just curious. I’ve seen your sisters Brook and Bombina. They’re cute.”
Hilda sighed. “She looks just like me, only with silver hair and a ton of tattoos. Of all her daughters I’m the one that looks the most like her.”
“Oo!” Philly cried out, her ears perking back, “I really want to see her now!”
“She’ll smite you.” Hilda said as she jumped up and down, trying to flatten the thrice damnable bedroll.
Philly tilted her head thoughtfully. “Maybe I’ll enjoy it?”
Hilda sighed. “May the Goddess preserve you, Philly. You’re hopeless.”
“A hopeless romantic!” the ghoul exclaimed triumphantly and raised her chin proudly.
Hilda kicked the bedroll into the rucksack before it had time to assault her again. She looked around her small bedchamber. Did she forget anything else? Unlikely. One of the advantages of being poor was you didn’t have a lot of stuff to misplace.
“You have fun in the cavern,” she told the ghoul as she started for the door. “Feel free to eat everything and everyone that crawls inside. If you find out what that coppery thing that keeps sneaking about is, let me know. If I even suspect you slept in my bed, I’ll kill you.”
The ghoul laughed. “Don’t say your farewells yet. I’ll walk you to the Djinn. I want to buy something too.” The ghoul’s cheeks flushed a deep purple. “Um… I found a few gold coins inside a dead goblin last week but had to wait before they, um, exited…”
Hilda looked at the ghoul in surprise. “How did you know I was going to the Djinn?”
The ghoul looked at her, equally surprised. “You want to message your mother, no?”
“Yes…” Hilda said suspiciously.
“So the only way to do this is by using a message scroll. Only the Djinn has those. Well, many downstairs monsters have those too, but they don't trade. Though you should really meet--”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Hilda raised a palm to silence the ghoul. “I didn’t say anything about talking to my mother… I didn’t say anything until you suddenly asked me how she looked.”
“You didn’t?” the ghoul frowned. “I was sure you did.”
“Are you reading minds now?” Hilda asked. “Did you gain a level as a ghoul? Is this even possible?”
Philly shrugged. “Come, come, let’s hurry, while it’s still dark outside. I have an idea how you can get a cute familiar right now!”
Hilda’s eyes narrowed. “Are you possessed by something? Did you become smart all of a sudden?”
The ghoul beamed. “I was always smart. Just no one ever listens to me…”
Hilda shrugged. She didn’t have time for it right now. Just in case, she cast detect alignment on the ghoul. Same aura as always. At least she wasn’t possessed. Just unusually insightful…
Hilda shook her head. She’ll worry about that later. Right now she had to give a lot of money to a blue spirit with painted nails to send a magical message to her mother. Feeling tired already, Hilda put on her heavy rucksack and started for the exit. The ghoul skipped in her wake, happily humming a death metal song in Infernal.
Advertisement
Infrasound Berserker
Kate is a firefighter near Falstadt, living her life in the Alps between her demanding work, wandering, and enjoying the sanctity that is coffee. She's dealt with flooding, fires, and cats, but nobody is really prepared for the sudden appearance of bow wielding goblins, strange magical powers, and a game like system. Thankfully she won't be alone to face this new and strange challenge. Trying to survive in the forests and towns she thought were theirs was certainly not the plan, but she won't go down without a fight. Genre: Fantasy Litrpg Apocalypse on Earth. Focus on action and slice of life. Cover art by bacon: https://baconstrap.carbonmade.com/
8 185Kill 10 Rats
You awake in the middle of an unfamiliar woods with nothing but a knife and a pair of pants. You have no idea where you are, how you got there, or even what your name is. Noob Slayer is an average college student, part time computer repair guy, and a full time gamer. He awakes to find himself in a world he does not understand. Follow him as he explores this new world, looks for answers, and tries to remember his name. Authors Note: This is a side-project I started after being widely stumped trying to write another book. It is my first attempt to actually post something I've written online, but don't be afraid to be brutal. Improving myself is why I wanted to write this in the first place. I know the VRMMO genera is a bit over-done but hopefully it has a few good stories left to tell. Warning: This is written in the first person. Will contain brutal fight-scenes, bad pop-culture references, a ton of MMO-tropes, and possibly some light sex if the MC doesn't screw it up too badly. Member of A group of excellent litRPG fictions on RRL!
8 149How A Villain Builds A Kingdom
READ THE WARNING Amadeus Devereux was born into a rich and powerful household. But he did not pursue power like his brothers because of his love for art, flowers, and poetry. Until one day, a servant arrived in the garden to see Amadeus smiling as if he was looking at a flower. Only this time, Amadeus was looking at the mangled corpses of two gardeners. ————————— Set in a fantasy world where magic exists, follow Amadeus as he embarks on a journey of self-discovery. Will he be able to feel emotions as others do? This is a novel that I wrote because I got tired of all the tropes that had transmigration, regression, deus-ex machina, etc. where everything that makes the main character reach the top is left to luck. —————————
8 113Curiosity Killed The Imp
A/N: On hiatus (higher priority). The story is planned out but I need to do some rewriting for clarity and cohesiviness. Still very interested in the story though. Aeris is a place of endless conflict. Bloody evolution is the way forward, and the closed fist is the path given. Life is a luxury granted only to the strong. In a tiny corner, at the edge of a volcanic land, is born an imp. An imp no different from any other save one thing. An anomaly in its code. A blip in its creation. For unlike other imps, this one was born…curious. Book Cover by Betty Elgyn: https://www.deviantart.com/bettyelgyn
8 313Heroic Chronicles Volume 2: Dawn of the New Beginning
Volume 2: Dawn of the New Beginning. [A High Fantasy + Non OP MC + Worldbuilding + Harem Novel] [This story is written in a Light Novel style] Heroic Chronicles tells the tale of a 17-years old protagonist, Claude Leonheart, a lowly Initiate of the Brotherhood of the Sun whose whole world became one of many trials, and challenges after saving the Kingdom's only princess. As he becomes a hero, a new world now awaits him. Follow his adventures of epic proportions (maybe not) as he encounters various adventures upon adventures and meeting new people during his journey as his life would then be shaped by these encounters for better or for worse. Take the journey with him as he learns his power and responsibilities that comes with it. Becoming a hero is not just about saving girls and slaying monsters. The cover is commisioned and done by: Artist: FatCatInTheBox ***** Before you lot bashes me up with my English etc., consider this: 1. This is my first novel. First conceptualized and written some 23 years ago. Only until last year that I did some improvisations and improvements to what I had kept in the dusty corner of my room all these while. This story sees the light of the day because I challenged myself, that's all. 2. English is the 6th language that I speak.And in RRL, I'm using British English mostly to write my story. 3. Easier said than done. Rather than subjecting me to subjective comments/reviews about the language, point it out and suggest an alternative. One or two would do just fine. It goes a long way. The Pledge - This story shall continue till it ends properly.
8 1122nd Chance
It's my first time writing a story so you might spot a lot of amateur mistakes but feel free to criticize my writing as much as you like. Anyways, to give you a quick idea of what the story is all about, the original title of this novel was supposed to be "The Yankee in Another World" but when I thought about writing that in the cover I immediately thought 'HELL NAW' and went with a different one and I feel like the new title captures the essence of this story more. because although it's categorized as an Isekai, the story is more focused on redemption rather than the Isekai fantasy. Hopefully, I'll be able to update this synopsis once I thought of one.
8 161