Midnight Bounties 2: A LitRPG Fantasy Series by Cassius Lange & Ned Castor

Author:Cassius Lange & Ned Castor [Lange, Cassius & Castor, Ned]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quest Forge
Published: 2023-05-05T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20: BLESSED BE

“But there’s nothing in here,” Fey said with a frown.

I just finished the walls and roof of my biggest construction work yet, so I wasn’t looking for criticism. Especially not that early in the morning.

“It’s not done yet. I still have to build…wait, did you hear that?”

I walked outside of the mostly-finished bathhouse and into the backyard. More sounds came from the direction of Spif’s tree. Next to it was a large, round wooden cocoon-like shape made of bright green roots and branches. It was in the process of opening like a budding flower. I hadn’t noticed it when I first entered the backyard, which was odd after thinking about it.

Out came Wort, yawning and stretching. Behind him and on the ground of the weird, twisting capsule, was our satyr. He was still asleep. As soon as the fautaur stepped outside, the roots and branches closed up halfway.

“It is a new day, thank the Fathers,” Wort said. He only then seemed to notice us and then nodded.

Both Fey and I eyed him curiously. She beat me to it.

“What did you do with Spif, Wort?” Fey asked with a hint of worry.

Wort turned to his sleeping pod and frowned.

“How did he…when did he even…what? That’s odd.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I chuckled. “Spif tends to show up in weird places. Mostly uninvited.”

“But nobody can enter a revstalk pod once it closes. The satyr must have…no, I’m not that careless to close it without noticing someone is inside.”

“Maybe satyrs and fautaur are more alike than you thought?” Fey asked curiously.

“No, we’re nothing like satyrs,” Wortimus dismissed the idea with fervor. “We find no joy in the things the satyr worship.”

Good, I thought. The last thing I needed was another uncontrollably horny employee. And this one was eight feet tall and packing enough muscle to make his lusty dreams come true.

“What’s that thing anyway?” I asked.

“Ah, impressive is it not? It is my revstalk pod. It’s made of revstalk, blessed be the Rev. When the first Fathers of Rev, or the Prime Fathers as we call them…though back then they didn’t call themselves that. I guess they called themselves by name? Yes, most likely. Anyway, when they first came to the lands of Steelheart, which was many, many tri-moons ago, they had no home, no land, and no shelter.”

“Is he giving us a history lesson?” Fey asked as she looked up at me.

I shrugged.

“I guess so.”

Wort didn’t seem to notice our exchange as he went on.

“Humans, so the legend goes, settled these lands before us, leaving nothing but the marshes for the fautaur. But so willed it the blessed Rev, that in the marshes our Prime Fathers found the mighty Hand of Rev, shedding its lifelight over the first crop of revstalk. The Prime Fathers dared to enter the revstalk marsh and as they did, the Hand of Rev enveloped them, curling its fingers around their legs, hands, bodies, and finally the nether regions. It squeezed the juice of life out

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