Page 166 of I Ran Away to Evil 3
Put This Under Your Tongue to Avoid Detection
Julian
Julian let himself fall into directing the party instead of addressing the metaphorical jagged knife threatening to cut into his chest at the end of the dungeon.
He almost regretted tackling the dungeon right away. At least if they’d addressed her leaving first, he could’ve used the dungeon as an outlet for the storm inside.
But here they were.
The party was strong enough that they progressed through the dungeon levels at a reasonable rate, and besides the treants, there weren’t any other large monster groups overpopulating their respective areas on the fourth or fifth floors. With a few hours to spare until their designated resting time, Julian called for a halt; they could clear one more floor or set up here for an early break.
Everyone agreed to hit one more floor before sleeping. At this rate, they could clear the dungeon in two or three days.
They arrived on the sixth floor to an unexpected sight: destroyed terrain from a recent battle. The platform was in the middle of an icy lake, and a storm was rolling in from the left. That side was all gray mist and black, dense cloud cover. A chill wind whipped at their clothing, carried over the frozen waters.
To the right, off in the distance, there was an outline of trees.
A few of them were on fire.
Gouges and shattered ice littered the frozen lake, a testament to a violent battle. There weren’t any bodies, just the littered remnants of arrows, but that was to be expected since defeated monsters dissolved into shiny experience points.
Only monsters that escaped the dungeon took on permanent form.
“There’s someone else here.” Julian spoke the words quietly, lifting his hand and making a symbol to scout ahead. “That’s why we didn’t get the achievement.”
John disappeared. Jeffry had his wings ready, but before he could take off, Gerda tugged on the half elf’s arm and handed him something. “Put this under your tongue to avoid detection.”
It was one thing to get attacked by monsters; it was another entirely to face off against unknown adventurers in an unexplored dungeon.
Jeffry nodded, doing as instructed. He vanished, but Julian could feel the rush of air as the half elf took off.
Julian wrote in the chat logs.
[We’re heading for the fires.]
I walked with him and Pram while Tully and Visha spread out to search the shoreline ahead.
[Jeffry, fly ahead and set up base. I want us braced and ready for the storm.]
[Right away, Your Grace.]
John added,
[I’ve found signs of a battle further out on the lake. Unfortunately, it looks like it broke the direct route across the ice. We’re going to have to take the long way around. Or wait for the dungeon to reset.]
[Do you think they’re still here?]
Jeffry was the one who replied.
[No. I’m at the fire now, and based on the embers, it’s been at least a few hours. The trees still on fire are all tarnel yules and can burn for days.]
Visha added,
[I found blood in the snow on the far bank, and tracks leading toward the fire.]
They reached the rendezvous point and found Jeffry already setting up a shelter, one of the reinforced round canvas tents with a cap at the top to let out smoke or bring in fresh air while protecting them from the rain. With the summer weather so agreeable outside, they’d only had to use it a few times on this trip.
The wind turned from forceful to painful as shards of ice and sleet plummeted against Julian, and he quickly ushered Gerda inside before following in himself.
