The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 20: Chapter 18: Bound To The Tower

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Chapter 18 Bound To The Tower The clearing, even in the absence of the king’s shadow, felt cold. The iron scent of blood lingered, the pool below Jason spreading in tendrils over grass and earth. A twig snapped. Their collective concentration on Jason had been broken. The wounded orc was trying to pull herself to her feet. “Grab her! I’ve got some questions to ask her. So far as your friend is concerned, we wait to see if he messages back or despawns.” Moving before Sir BlackDagger had even finished his sentence, Stabitha and David rushed the orc, grabbed her by the arms and held her in place. Beatrice’s thoughts went to the small green skinned creatures lying on the forest floor. “Oh no. The dead goblins, they never despawned. What is happening, Eric?” “I really hope this is some sort of sick dream, but this is looking a lot more like some ‘you die in the game, you die for real,’ anime or B-list horror movie type of B.S. This whole situation seems really messed up, but we don’t have enough to go on to determine anything yet.” Mark began pacing as Raj swayed side to side. Mark’s voice was walking a dagger’s edge between fear and anger as he said “We can determine that my frat-brother is missing one of his eyes. This doesn’t just seem really messed up; it obviously is! And you’re saying Jason might be dead, like dead, dead! This is a nightmare, man. No, this can’t be real.” Sir BlackDagger placed a hand on each of Mark’s shoulders. “I just checked and my livestream went dark, too. From what I can tell, we are cut off. We need to find that kobold and get some answers, but we’ll start with trying to figure out how to interrogate the orc. I’m sorry about your friend, but if he’s dead, then that leaves us with more questions... More questions and in a lot more danger.” J.D. was working to keep Neal calm in the aftermath of the unexpected loss of his eye. “Come on, let’s go over there by that large tree so they can talk here,” he said, half dragging a still erratic Neal away from the group. Beatrice rubbed the toes of her shoes together and ran her thumbs in circles around each other. “So, I might be able to help with that. You were being such a jerk when I came back from being held prisoner, so I never told you. The kobold, the one who rescued me, and I both got a linguistics skill that let us each make out some of what the other was saying. I only have one level in the skill, but I can understand some of what the orc says.” “Are you kidding me? Why would you keep that part of your story to yourself? Nevermind, I don’t care right now. How does the skill work?” “Wait, you got what?” asked Raj. She ignored them, responding only to BD. “It’s a linguistics skill, it basically does what the name implies. It might be enough to get some answers.” “That is bloody insane, they added a skill to talk to monsters? Why?” Raj interjected again. “I don’t freakin’ know, alright. They must’ve added it a couple of patches back. The kobold had the skill, too. There’s either a lot going on with kobolds in general or this one kobold has been up to a whole lot lately. Either way, we were talking about the orc, we need to try to find out what they know, right? “We do need some answers,” Eric replied, holding his hand up to silence Mark and Raj. “Then I need to talk to her,” she said. Beatrice walked over to where her brother, David, and Stabitha were holding the wounded orc in place. Her brother’s fingers danced with sparks and Stabitha had her axe held aloft towards the orc. She was their prisoner now. “Okay, orc, my name is Beatrice. Can you understand anything I’m saying to you?” She received nothing but a glare from the orc. It couldn’t just be easy, could it? That would be fair, and we can’t ever just have something be freakin’ fair for once. She let out a sigh, took a deep breath in, and started over. “We need answers and communication seems to be pretty one-sided. So, we’re going to have to get creative. What was that thing? You called it, Drutha?