Into The Cavern · 10:51pm Dec 24th, 2021
The blobby little nymph bounced up and down as she watched Griff at the crafting table. He’d been glancing back and forth between that odd green book and the workbench for a while, seeming a little frustrated.
She slid up to him and tilted her head a bit.
“Oh, heheh…it’s nothing, just…trying to figure out how to craft this…”
She glanced at the items sitting on top of the table. There lay a few pieces of the leather she had given him, taking up nearly every square…however, there was one missing.
“Perhaps there aren’t enough…”
The slime scratched at her head for a few moments, looking around and wondering if there were any more cows nearby.
“Perhaps Griffon should try another chest plate? There’s iron, diamond, chain mail…gold?”
She simply shrugged in reply.
“Hmm…maybe…something I can use to gather more materials…we are in a cave, after all…”
The nymph nodded, searching through the book and flipping to a certain page, pointing a slimy hand to a recipe for a pickaxe.
“Looks like I can make an iron one…how convenient, I have three pieces left.”
She eagerly clapped her little hands.
Squitch-Squash-Squish!
Griff chuckled at the little noises she made, before getting straight to work.
“Let’s see…stick, stick…iron, iron, iron…?”
Pop!
It worked. The umbrum grinned proudly as he hoisted his new tool over his shoulder. Then he started mining a couple pieces of stone, searching for any sign of any ore lying around.
“Let’s see… so far, there’s coal…”
Griff yelped, startled as some sort of grey looking prompt popped up in front of him.
Certain ores correspond to certain layers. Usually the more elusive ores lay on the lower layers.
“Okay…? So how do I know which layer I’m on..?”
The slime nymph tapped her chin, trying to think of a way to explain it. “Maybe it’s something I haven’t looked at yet…?”
She flipped to a blank page of the recipe book, drawing some sort of map out.
Squinting his eyes, he bent down to scan the map whilst the slime continued.
It seemed to be about four layers of the geosphere, with the ‘coal’ layer being at the very top. The other lower layers were represented by “?”, as they hadn’t quite gotten down there yet. He recognized a crude stick figure, with an arrow pointing to it, labeled “YOU ARE HERE”.
“Huh. I guess not all you creatures are aggressive.”
She seemed to smile, giving him a hug.
Squitch!
“Erm…glue girl…you’re sticking again…” he grumbled. “Aw, it’s all over my belt!”
Her eyes widened, then she easily pried herself off, taking all the slime with her. She bit her lip sheepishly and apologetically as soon as she unstuck. The taller creature rolled his eyes and furrowed his brow.
“C’mon, we’re going down. I’m getting you to the other side of that cave-in.”
She nodded and followed him. It wasn’t all that hard for the duo to find their way around the Mineshaft, and they were soon surrounded by walls of jagged stone, rather than polished wooden planks. Griff felt his fingertips along the rocks as he padded forward. “I think we’re getting somewhere…”
The nymph nodded with a “squish-squish”.
“Heheh.” With his free hand, he gave her a gentle pat on the head. “You’re actually pretty adorable, y’know that?”
She gazed up at him curiously. Once she seemed to register the compliment, her cheeks turned a bit pink, almost purple actually.
“You’re not like the others, heh…those zombies back there…they kinda rocked my shit.”
She turned more purple. Griff scratched at his mane, before kneeling down to her level. “This might seem a little crazy, but…once I get outta here…I might take you with me.”
The nymph beamed more than ever.
“Eheh…” Griff blushed slightly, before hopping back up. “Back on track! I think I see an ore over there,” he grinned, outstretching an arm to point in the direction of another dark cave.
He then struggled to keep up as the slimy nymph quickly slid over to investigate. “Gluey!” He exclaimed, trying to catch up to her. “Y’gotta stop doing that!”
She scratched the back of her head apologetically. Panting, he collapsed beside her, but promptly lifted his head to gaze in front of them.
“Grrrr…”
Her eyes bulged at the sound, and she whipped around to see what it was. A zombified pony staggered toward them.
The slimey nymph immediately zoomed towards it.
Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap!
Griff had raised his sword at first, but lowered it as his jaw fell in awe.
The nymph continuously rammed into the zombie, watching as it groaned in pain. Eventually, it hissed in pain as it collapsed and faded into debris. By debris, it was chunks of rotten flesh.
Griff made a face as he cautiously trudged over. The nymph stared down at the rotten flesh remains. “Gluey…you’re tough stuff.”
Squish!
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Squitch!
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