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Devon scribbled furiously on his clipboard as Opal gingerly touched some of the biomass that coated the walls of the basement menagerie. Since the genecreeper had arrived, the stuff had gradually spread across the room. Much to Devon’s annoyance, the blight wraith found it strangely appetising, but today he had found some use for its unusual tastes.
“We ready?” The genewarper asked, checking over his shoulder to ensure that all of the Eldritch beasts were out of the way. A section of the wall had been stripped back to its original stone and currently had a mining charge strapped to it, ready to blow.
“Looks clear from this side.” Agate replied telepathically, having navigated his way to the tunnel on the other side. “Just give me the signal before you blow it.”
“Alright, in three.” Devon said, right as Opal snatched the detonator and hit the button. The charge exploded with a deafening blast, showering the cultists in rubble. After the dust cleared, the shaman stuck their head through the hole, finding Agate standing a few metres away.
“I fuckin’ knew you'd do that.” The scout growled.
“Hey, I'm just keeping you on your toes.” Opal said innocently before Mother Chimera leapt over them and into the tunnels, eager to stretch her legs and hunt something. Agate opened his mouth to say something but froze as he noticed something further down the tunnel.
“What is… Oh gods…”
Sigmund sat in his room, scouring his tome for the next verse he would transfer to his notes. Just as he had found it, however, a boom, quickly followed by chorus of screams from outside caused him to drop the book. Suddenly on alert, the cultist rushed out of his room, prepared for the worst. What he found, however, was a single spider-like beast skittering across the temple floor.
“Where are the rest?” He asked, looking around as the spider began to scale the wall.
“There are more?” An androgynous voice shrieked from behind him. The high priest glanced behind himself, his eyes coming to rest on Opal huddling in an alcove. The shaman’s eyes were visibly terrified behind their skull mask and they gestured fearfully for Sigmund to come over.
“Oh, I thought there would be more than one.” Sigmund said, scratching his head as he walked over to the alcove. “How did it get in, anyway.”
“Devon kinda borrowed some mining charges and blew a hole in the wall of the monster room.” The shaman replied, keeping their eyes locked on the spider. “Then that came in through the hole and no one wants to go near it.”
“Devon blew a- He did what?” Sigmund said, his eyes widening.
“He needed more room for Mother Chimera to live and it was right next to some tunnels we don't really access much sooo…”
“Alright, whatever, I don't care. Why is everyone freaking out over this one bug?” The high priest asked. The shaman looked at him like he was speaking in tongues.
“What do you mean? Look at how big it is!” Opal replied, visibly shuddering. “I don't even want to get near it, I'll get torn apart!”
“You're too scared to fight it?” Sigmund asked before pausing. “Wait, everyone is too scared to fight it?”
“Well, yeah…” The shaman said, fidgeting a little. With a sigh, Sigmund tossed a rift bolt at the spider. The creature let out a screech before keeling over, dead.
“Honestly…” The high priest said, rubbing his temples. “Don't any of you know how to fight?”
“Well, some of us have some experience, but we’re not proper soldiers.” Opal said, emerging from the alcove as they saw the dead spider. “You'd expect some of these troglodytes to be able to squish a spider, but what can you do.”
“Right, right.” Sigmund said, rolling his eyes. “Call everyone to the main hall, we need to organise a meeting.”
“Eh? Everyone?” Opal said, their eyes narrowing beneath their mask. “Okay…”
Half an hour later, the entire cult was assembled in the main hall with Sigmund at the head of the procession.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming. It has come to my attention that none of you are especially talented fighters. So, as of today, we will be beginning a training regime.”
A murmur spread through the crowd. At the head of the group, Amy raised a hand.
“High priest, you know that we are all completely willing to train under you, but may I ask why we need to?”
“A cult needs to be able to defend itself.” Sigmund said, brandishing his tome. “Many would consider our gods unnatural, evil even. They would try to destroy us, so we must know how to fight back.”
The assembled cultists began to murmur again, this time with a mix of indignancy and enthusiasm. The murmuring stopped as Devon rushed into the room, Mother Chimera right behind him.
“Sorry I'm late.” He panted. “MC was eating a wampa and wouldn't come until she was finished.”
“MC?” Opal snorted, stifling a giggle.
“She's going to be training with us?” Amy said skeptically.
“Of course.” Sigmund replied. “It would be foolish not to use something like her.”
The cultists gave a chorus of agreement, however reluctant it may have been.
“Excellent. Let's get started then, shall we?”
“We ready?” The genewarper asked, checking over his shoulder to ensure that all of the Eldritch beasts were out of the way. A section of the wall had been stripped back to its original stone and currently had a mining charge strapped to it, ready to blow.
“Looks clear from this side.” Agate replied telepathically, having navigated his way to the tunnel on the other side. “Just give me the signal before you blow it.”
“Alright, in three.” Devon said, right as Opal snatched the detonator and hit the button. The charge exploded with a deafening blast, showering the cultists in rubble. After the dust cleared, the shaman stuck their head through the hole, finding Agate standing a few metres away.
“I fuckin’ knew you'd do that.” The scout growled.
“Hey, I'm just keeping you on your toes.” Opal said innocently before Mother Chimera leapt over them and into the tunnels, eager to stretch her legs and hunt something. Agate opened his mouth to say something but froze as he noticed something further down the tunnel.
“What is… Oh gods…”
Sigmund sat in his room, scouring his tome for the next verse he would transfer to his notes. Just as he had found it, however, a boom, quickly followed by chorus of screams from outside caused him to drop the book. Suddenly on alert, the cultist rushed out of his room, prepared for the worst. What he found, however, was a single spider-like beast skittering across the temple floor.
“Where are the rest?” He asked, looking around as the spider began to scale the wall.
“There are more?” An androgynous voice shrieked from behind him. The high priest glanced behind himself, his eyes coming to rest on Opal huddling in an alcove. The shaman’s eyes were visibly terrified behind their skull mask and they gestured fearfully for Sigmund to come over.
“Oh, I thought there would be more than one.” Sigmund said, scratching his head as he walked over to the alcove. “How did it get in, anyway.”
“Devon kinda borrowed some mining charges and blew a hole in the wall of the monster room.” The shaman replied, keeping their eyes locked on the spider. “Then that came in through the hole and no one wants to go near it.”
“Devon blew a- He did what?” Sigmund said, his eyes widening.
“He needed more room for Mother Chimera to live and it was right next to some tunnels we don't really access much sooo…”
“Alright, whatever, I don't care. Why is everyone freaking out over this one bug?” The high priest asked. The shaman looked at him like he was speaking in tongues.
“What do you mean? Look at how big it is!” Opal replied, visibly shuddering. “I don't even want to get near it, I'll get torn apart!”
“You're too scared to fight it?” Sigmund asked before pausing. “Wait, everyone is too scared to fight it?”
“Well, yeah…” The shaman said, fidgeting a little. With a sigh, Sigmund tossed a rift bolt at the spider. The creature let out a screech before keeling over, dead.
“Honestly…” The high priest said, rubbing his temples. “Don't any of you know how to fight?”
“Well, some of us have some experience, but we’re not proper soldiers.” Opal said, emerging from the alcove as they saw the dead spider. “You'd expect some of these troglodytes to be able to squish a spider, but what can you do.”
“Right, right.” Sigmund said, rolling his eyes. “Call everyone to the main hall, we need to organise a meeting.”
“Eh? Everyone?” Opal said, their eyes narrowing beneath their mask. “Okay…”
Half an hour later, the entire cult was assembled in the main hall with Sigmund at the head of the procession.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming. It has come to my attention that none of you are especially talented fighters. So, as of today, we will be beginning a training regime.”
A murmur spread through the crowd. At the head of the group, Amy raised a hand.
“High priest, you know that we are all completely willing to train under you, but may I ask why we need to?”
“A cult needs to be able to defend itself.” Sigmund said, brandishing his tome. “Many would consider our gods unnatural, evil even. They would try to destroy us, so we must know how to fight back.”
The assembled cultists began to murmur again, this time with a mix of indignancy and enthusiasm. The murmuring stopped as Devon rushed into the room, Mother Chimera right behind him.
“Sorry I'm late.” He panted. “MC was eating a wampa and wouldn't come until she was finished.”
“MC?” Opal snorted, stifling a giggle.
“She's going to be training with us?” Amy said skeptically.
“Of course.” Sigmund replied. “It would be foolish not to use something like her.”
The cultists gave a chorus of agreement, however reluctant it may have been.
“Excellent. Let's get started then, shall we?”