Blackout (Book 1)

by Adam Drake

  But bumbling along through the dim passageways did not sit well with Mudhoof.

  “This is boring,” the minotaur said. “When can we start fighting again?”

  “I'm happy things have calmed down,” said Feign. “We don't want to lose another group member. There is still the final fight to come.”

  He meant the final showdown with the Demon King. Defeating him would give us the Legendary Item. But considering how incredibly powerful the King was, I started to have doubts that we'd ever finish this quest.

  “Whatever,” Mudhoof said. “Gimme something to kill and I'll kill it. Prancing along these tunnels is getting to me.”

  Up ahead we could see the tunnel ending at a chamber infused with bright light.

  “I think you may get some excitement real soon, Muddie,” I said.

  With caution we approached the lit chamber.

  As we entered I was struck with a strong sense of vertigo. A wide chasm opened up to the immediate left with a sheer drop into blackness. Far across this void was a ledge lit with torches.

  We stood on a ledge very similar, lined with torches along the rock wall to our right. A rail line started here and went to the other side of the chamber. There was a large hopper set in the ground at the end of the rail line. It was meant to store ore dug up by the miners. Against the far wall was a small metal door. Finally, there was a large ore cart on the start of the rail line.

  “Wow,” Mudhoof said with dripping sarcasm. “Exciting.”

  I was about hit back with a little sarcasm, too, when Feign shouted, “Look! Over there!”

  We looked were he pointed.

  Way over on the far ledge four figures entered. They weren't too distant to make out exactly what they were. Two looked like ninjas, one in blue garb, the other green.

  “Ninjas!” Mudhoof spat. “I hate ninjas more than spiders.”

  The third figure walked in a stilted manner and resembled a humanoid statue carved from marble.

  “A stone mage,” Feign said with a frown. “That's not good.”

  The final figure was all to apparent. A centaur. His human torso clad in samurai armor.

  “Our old buddy,” I said. “Mr. Centaur-Samurai. Well, this should make for a lovely reunion.”

  The rival group noticed us, too, and glared across the vast expanse.

  “And they're not down a man, like us.” Mudhoof scowled at them. “I don't have an attack with range. Why don't you try shooting at them, Vee?”

  “I don't know what good it will do...” I said before Feign pushed me.

  “Look out!” The mage shouted.

  Before I knew what happened a pillar of ice instantly appeared at the edge of the chasm next to where I had stood. A shuriken, a ninja throwing star, had buried itself deep inside it. It had been aimed at me.

  I blinked in surprise from the ground, not just from the attack but also the quick movement the mage had just pulled off.

  “Sorry about that,” Feign said offering me his hand and pulled me up.

  “No problem, speedy,” I said. “And thanks.”

  Mudhoof looked at the shuriken. “Nice block, Snowball. But do you have enough juice to make more of those?”

  Across the chasm, the other group hollered and shook their fists. Even from here I can see little tiny FILTERED labels covering the fingers they held up.

  “Not for many more, I'm afraid,” Feign said. “Let's not make ourselves targets any longer than we must. Which begs the question. What now?”

  It was then I noticed that the other ledge had an ore cart, too. As well as a hopper with a metal door beside it.

  Realization then struck me. “Oh, no,” I said. “Don't tell me.”

  “What?” Asked Mudhoof.

  “Group Challenge To Begin,” said a silky voice. It was the same one we heard when we first entered the quest zone.

  “The heck is this?” Mudhoof said looking around bewildered.

  The voice continued. “Place ore in the cart, then put the ore in the hopper. The first group to complete this task will be allowed to continue.”

  “FILTERED!” Mudhoof said.

  Piles of blue ore faded into existence around us and along the rail line. Ore also appeared on the other group's ledge.

  “Now this is unusual,” Feign said, giving the piles of blue ore a worried look.

  “Begin!” The voice declared.

  “Okay, grab the ore!” I shouted unnecessarily as the other two leapt into motion.

  We each grabbed the blue ore and tossed it into the cart with a loud clatter. But when I grabbed an ordinary stone, I couldn't lift it and got a message on my view screen. “Blue Ore Only.”

  “Fine,” I said, and switched to a large chunk of blue ore.

  Within a few minutes we'd picked up all the ore on this end of the line. More ore was a little further down the rail.

  “Push the cart!” I said.

  Mudhoof and I pushed against the massive ore cart, but it barely moved. The wheels were old and rusted.

  I stopped and tried to think. “Feign, can you put ice on the rails just in front of the wheels? It might help us move it.”

  “I will try,” the mage said. He rubbed his fingers together and fine snow sprinkled down. It landed on the rails and formed slick ice on the metal.

  We pushed again. This time the cart moved, but with great effort. Once we got it further down the line, we stopped and shifted to scooping up ore.

  I gave a quick glance across the chasm. The other group were moving at top speed, throwing ore into their cart. They'd even had it further down the line than ours.

  “They're ahead of us!” I said.

  “Keep working!” Mudhoof said, tossing armfuls of ore into the cart.

  Once we'd grabbed all the ore in that section Feign worked his ice magic on the rails again. The cart was a pain to move but we could still make progress to the next section of the line.

  We did this two more times, and the cart was about half full.

  “How much do you think we need?” Mudhoof said, panting. His large hands allowed him to grab more ore which I took for a blessing.

  “I think we're expected to get all of it off the line,” I said. “Then we move it to that hopper thing.”

  I looked again at the other group. They were farther ahead of us by at least one section by my guess.

  I shook my head. “Maybe their cart's wheels aren't as messed up as ours.”

  The centaur-samurai pressed his should up against their cart. The other members simply stood back, not attempting to help.

  “What are they doing?” I said.

  The centaur pushed, and the cart moved down the line with ease.

  “That lucky jerk,” Mudhoof said. “He's got a strength enhancing ability. Must have been saving it all this time because you can only use it for a brief period in a day.”

  “Do you have anything like that?” Feign said, hoisting a large chunk of ore into the cart.

  Mudhoof raised and arm and flexed a huge muscle. “Pure Bull-Brawn is all I need!” He slammed into the cart and it moved forward while Feign hastened to apply ice to the rails.

  After three more arduously cleared sections it became apparent our two groups were neck and neck.

  “Nice! Even a man short we're kicking their butts,” Mudhoof said with a grin.

  We had cleared the last section of ore and all that remained was to push the cart to the hopper.

  “Okay,” I said, “Last push!”

  The moment I touched the cart a loud crash threw me back.

  This time, thanks to activating my sure-footed ability minutes earlier, I did not get knocked to the ground, but Feign and Mudhoof weren't so lucky.

  One end of the cart had been kicked off the rails and teetered precariously over to one side, threatening to dump the load of ore.

  “What happened?” Feign asked as he picked himself up.

  I looked. A shuriken stuck out of the cart. It must have had enough magical
punch to nearly upend the heavy cart.

  We all turned to glare at the other group.

  They were laughing and pointing at us. The blue ninja waved, then bowed deeply. He'd been the one to throw it.

  “Those FILTEREDs!” Mudhoof cursed.

  Immediately, the centaur pushed on their full ore cart toward the hopper. I looked at our dislodged cart and over to them. They were going to win!

  Then I lost my temper.

  “Let's try pushing the cart up... Vee, what are you doing?” Mudhoof said in surprise. He must have seen my expression.

  I walked to the ledge. The other group had turned their attention to their impending victory. Their cart was now in position. Even from where I stood I could see how happy they were.

  My bow appeared in my hand, and I called forth a special arrow which I snatched from my quiver. Carefully, I aimed, and fired.

  The arrow sailed across the gap.

  At the last moment, the stone mage noticed and raised a hand to cast a spell, no doubt to block it.

  But this arrow was not intended to hit anyone.

  The moment it reached the other side, the arrow exploded.

  Thousands of multi-colored beams of light shot out from above the other group. There was no sound, only the intense flickering of beams that blinded everyone within range.

  The four figures began running around wildly, bumping into the rock wall and each other. The cascade of light didn't stop. Their cart was all but forgotten.

  “A disorientation spell!” Feign said with a wide grin. “Very nice, Miss Valesh.”

  “We don't have much time,” I said. “Let's get this back on the rails.”

  With a lot of effort, and grunting and curses from Mudhoof, we pushed the cart back into position. Then, shoved it down the last of the line in front of the hopper.

  I looked over at the other group who were still running around without purpose. Their confusion was total. I could imagine their players swearing and cursing up a storm once they'd lost control of their avatars.

  To my surprise and delight, the two ninjas ran full tilt over the ledge and plummeted into the darkness.

  “Oh, Vee!” Mudhoof said with a cheer. “Two birds, one stone!”

  The centaur and stone mage finally regained their senses and leapt to their cart to push.

  “Oops!” I said. “Push! Now!”

  We did and tipped the cart over so the ore spilled out into the hopper. Dust and bits of rock kicked up everywhere.

  The remaining two members of the other group had done the same thing. It was down to gravity now.

  When the cart was empty, the voice spoke again.

  'Task Complete.'

  I looked across the chasm. They'd finished at about the same time, too.

  “A photo finish?” Feign said, looking worried.

  “If you want to see me blow a gasket, give the win to those twits,” Mudhoof said with a scowl.

  The voice then said, “One group may continue. The other group must find another way.”

  Suddenly, on the other side, the rock above their metal door collapsed. Within seconds it was buried.

  The door next to us then opened, revealing the tunnel continuing on.

  “I'd cheer but I'm too tired,” I said.

  “Let's get through the door before were expected to do another dumb task,” Mudhoof said.

  I gave a parting wave to the two remaining players on the other side. They shook their fists again.

  Then we passed through into darkness and the door closed behind us.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  The rocky tunnel changed to set blocks of stone within a few paces after we walked through the door. Instead of torches, odd rocks glowed along the walls which brightly lit our way.

  “This is no longer the mine,” I said. We had moved into a new area.

  Soon, we heard a low rumbling sound from further up the passageway. As we moved closer, it became much louder.

  “I don't like the sound of that,” said Mudhoof. “Better not have anything do with ore carts.”

  It became hotter and the air thick with the heat. My vision wavered, occasionally.

  When we reached the end of the passageway, it terminated at a ledge. A short distance below was a wide river of lava that churned past. On the opposite side of the river was another ledge leading to a passageway. The distance was too far to jump.

  “Anyone up for a swim?” I asked. The heat was incredible, and I turned my simulation suit's settings to its lowest level.

  “Perhaps we missed a side tunnel, or a secret door?” Feign said. The ice mage was sweating profusely.

  “Can you float across on your magic carpet of ice?” I asked.

  Feign shook his head. “Too hot in here. It will evaporate to nothing the moment I create it. I'm afraid none of my magic will be effective with this heat.”

  “Maybe we can...” I said and stopped when someone stepped out of the passageway behind us.

  A tall, humanoid being now stood blocking the tunnel, and we turned to confront it.

  The being was almost taller than Mudhoof, and its frame was wiry. It did not appear to wear any clothes or armor. Its skin looked like a black crust of cracked rock. A prominent brow beetled over a set of yellow, glowing eyes. Since I'd encountered this type of being before the game identified it for me. A Rock Golem.

  “Well, you wanted a fight,” I said to Mudhoof as I held up my bow.

  “This one will be easy,” the minotaur grinned. “It's just a bunch of rocks, and I like crushing rocks.”

  Mudhoof hollered a war cry, lowered his steel tipped horns and charged.

  The Rock Golem did nothing to get out Mudhoof's way, seeming to watch him with curiosity.

  Mudhoof slammed into the Golem. But instead of a shock-wave with the impact, his long horns sunk straight into the Golem's chest. With his horns buried up to their full length, Mudhoof's head now rested against the Golem. The creature barely flinched from the attack.

  “I'm stuck!” Mudhoof shouted. The Golem raised a long, rocky arm and struck downward.

  I moved, bow held up and summoned regular arrows. As I changed my angle, I fired rapidly at the thing's pitted yellow eyes.

  The first few arrows bounced off the creature's rocky skin with no effect. It reached up again, this time with both arms and struck down on the exposed back of Mudhoof. The Minotaur was pushing against the Golem's stomach, desperate to dislodge his horns.

  “I'm at half health! What the FILTERED?” Mudhoof said.

  I fired again, and this time the arrow found its mark and lodged in one of the Golem's eyes. Instead of reacting in pain, the thing seemed to be curious about the arrow sticking out of its head. It grabbed and pulled the arrow out.

  Feign moved quickly behind it. His dagger glistened with a magical glow in his hand and he stabbed forward with all his might.

  The blade sunk into a crack in its skin and the monster bellowed with pain. Its arm snapped back and struck the mage, sending him flying hard against the rock wall to crumple in a heap.

  My next arrow found its mark again, then the next. Two arrows were buried in its eyes and, with the pain of the dagger wound, the thing flailed.

  This was enough to help Mudhoof dislodge himself from the Golem and stagger back. Angered, and maybe a little embarrassed, the minotaur unhooked his ax from his back. With a leap up in the air he swung downward with all his might.

  The ax hit the Golem in the head and cleaved down its middle. The creature had been cut right in half with one great blow of the uber ax. The two halves of the Golem split apart and collapsed to the ground with an arrow still protruding from each eye.

  “Okay, now that was a first,” said Mudhoof with a surprised chuckle.

  I went to Feign's side who was still slumped against the wall. “Are you okay?”

  The ice mage blinked. “Yes, I think so. Knocked the wind out of me.” He paused and I could tell he was looking at the icons on his view screen. “See
ms I took a good whack of damage there. Down to two-thirds health. I cast an enhanced damage spell on my dagger which it didn't take kindly to.”