Chapter 84: Spoils of War

“This…this is more than we’ll ever need.” Travis said, his gaze crossing the pile of loot in the center of Bee’s abandoned warehouse. Rare sacrifices, weapons, and jewelry was piled up in the center of the room with casual disdain for their value. Of course none of it was weak enough to be damaged by the rough treatment, but it still felt weird.

“More than we’ll ever need? No. Not even close. More than we can use? Definitely.” Thea Oilton said. Their Decoy’s socialite older sister crossed her arms over her chest, chewing her lip as she studied the pile.

“What’s the difference?” Will asked.

“After one reaches a certain amount of wealth they simply cannot utilize the money directly. A man only has one mouth to feed, two slots for rings, etc.” She gestured to a case full of rings haphazardly laying on its side. “Obviously even if your whole party were to don those rings, there would still be half remaining. And that’s not including the ones you already have on, which would need to find new homes.”

“I understand the concept behind it being more than we can use, but why is it not more than we need?” Will asked.

“Because Strongholds burn through money, personnel and Relics like lamp oil.” Thea said. “You’ve got enough wealth here to hire the people you’ll need to start one. You’ve even got specialty Sacrifices that you could use to give some Aspirants custom classes for your Stronghold’s benefit.”

Thea must’ve seen the disgust on Will’s face.

“Despite what you might think, providing Aspirants with custom classes is an excellent deal for all parties involved, provided the Lord isn’t a monster like Frederick. Typically these people provide so much value to the Stronghold that a Lord is incentivized to treat them very well. The Wyrd Stronghold is the exception to the rule.”

“Hmm.”

I wonder if I could give Jason a Charm Archetype class. He seems like he’d be suited for it. Kid made me an urban legend without any Class at all. I shudder to think what he could do with a Class built for it. I bet I could hire him away from that printing press in the ring.

And the other kids in the orphanage. I actually could give them some really powerful classes, couldn’t I? Will wasn’t fooling himself into thinking they had the same starting point he did.

With that in mind, the idea wasn’t as awful as he’d thought.

“I’ll think about it.” Will mused. “Long way to go until I hit the tenth Floor and become a Lord anyway.”

“And set up a Stronghold.” Thea added.

“Is…that a requirement?” Will asked.

Thea blinked at him. “Did they not teach you how to become a Lord?”

“…what, at my bargain bin orphanage? No they did not.”

“Okay. To become a Lord, you have to meet these requirements.” She said, ticking her fingers.

“You have to be ‘in control’ of a large settlement, a Stronghold, not claimed by another Lord, that is capable of housing several hundred people. You then have to have at least a dozen Climbers swear to be your Vassals. After that, The Tower takes over, and you become a Lord.

“That’s it?” Will asked. “Doesn’t seem that hard.”

Then his brain caught up with his mouth.

If older Lords targeted your settlement to promote their own children up to Lords, like Frederick Wyrd had done in Oilton, then holding on to a settlement could be…difficult. Not to mention –

“Climbing and creating a settlement are two completely different skillsets. As is defending it from monsters, and fending off other Climbers who might be interested in profiting off all your hard work. More than a few Lords got their start as claim-jumpers. Most of them aren’t around anymore because that mentality isn’t good for long-term sustainability, but it illustrates how many potential Lords failed at the finish line because of human greed.”

“I get it,” Will said, nodding.

He and Thea glanced back to his Party, who were digging through the pile, inspecting items and putting them in piles to be discarded or investigated more thoroughly.

Reggie was sitting off to the side, working with a clamp, mallet and a very long-handled chisel, carefully popping open the dimensional pearls.

Reggie had volunteered to do it, despite having ham-hands, because he was the least likely person to lose a finger or die if a pearl turned out to encase a greatsword pointed directly towards his heart when it regained its full size.

Thankfully there hadn’t been any accidents yet.

POP.

With a semi-sonic pop of displaced air, a roll of toilet paper coated in waterproof oilcloth appeared in the clamp as the dimensional effect of the pearl cracked.

Reggie let out a sigh of relief and glanced up, seeing Will watching him. The blonde Tank gave him a grin and threw the roll at him.

Will held it up and allowed The Tower to decipher the item’s magical qualities, if it had any.

Roll of endless Toilet Paper.

This roll of toilet paper slipped out of a high-level climber’s pack and was swallowed by a Dimensional Oyster. Over time, it became trapped in a time crystal. Every night at midnight, it returns to its prior state.

“Not bad,” Will mused, tossing it back. Sure, it wasn’t a powerful weapon or ring, but it was handy. Like the endless back of salt. Something Will regretted missing out on every now and then.

“Oooh,” Alicia whispered, pulling a necklace out of the pile. It was an eye suspended within a gold and glass spherical cage.

An actual eye, seemingly cut from some malevolent humanoid that spun around in the gold cage, looking at each of them with the deliberation of someone or something marking its prey.

“Witch’s Eye.” Alicia whispered, hesitating for a moment as she touched her safety blanket, the Amulet of Heart’s Desire resting on her chest. A moment later, the Artillery took a deep breath and took off her old amulet before putting on the new one.

Upon settling over Alicia’s neck, the Witch’s Eye began glowing flame-blue like Alicia’s eyes, it’s gaze following hers, giving the casual observer the unsettling impression that Alicia had acquired a third eye.

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Her Build is getting stranger and stranger, Will thought. The addition of the Saint sacrifice meant that she might manifest healing secondary Abilities when she hit level 30, and her sight Ability had been expanded to see vulnerabilities in any living thing.

She was changing from an artillery specialist to something a bit more…targeted. Probably in an effort to differentiate herself from Mason.

That reminds me. I need a new amulet and new pants, Will thought, turning back to the pile. The amulet of the Homefield Advantage was great, but it was entirely it’s own thing. It didn’t have any stat bonuses, nor did it directly boost or synergize with any of his gear or Abilities, save for the Aspect footing bonus.

And his pants raised strength and speed, but not much more than that.

So a Relic to boost Ranger or Rogue archetype abilities would be useful. Especially if I have to walk on water regularly on the 6^th Floor.

He found room next to Loth, who was sorting through different Relics, musing to herself as she discarded one after another.

“What’s that one you go there?” Will asked, pointing at the ornate cuirass she had set down beside her in her ‘keep’ pile.

“Cuirass of the Cruel Tyrant,” She said, inspecting a ring. “It allows me to shift damage from myself to my minions. I’m going to experiment with whether or not damage redirected by it counts as coming from ‘me’ or ‘my opponent’, which will dictate what kinds of Relics will synergize. My current torso piece has no synergy with my Build at all and is simply for protection.”

“Do you have any minions tough enough to make that worthwhile?” Will asked. It seemed like a bug simply couldn’t absorb much damage without dying, and the rest of the damage would overflow back on the kobold saboteur.

“Initial experiments are promising.” She said, holding out her hand. A black beetle with a mottled pebbly black exoskeleton that seemed to blend in with Loth’s own fire-damaged scales emerged from her sleeve, waggling long antennae at him before skuttling back into her clothes.

Hmm.

“What about the Miasma bug?” Will asked.

A few weeks ago, they’d bought a knife that summoned maksu skeleton undead ‘on kill’, binding them to the wielder’s control.

Of course ‘on kill’ only included anything with enough Miasma build-up in its system to qualify as a monster or a Climber. Something with enough magic in it to fuel the effect. Loth was attempting to breed a species of insects that contained enough miasma to trigger ‘on kill’ effects while still being docile, because those could be wildly valuable to her Build.

“Less successful. When the Miasma begins to collect in their system they tend to become unruly and slip out of my control. I’m experimenting with a way for them to contain Miasma without it interacting with their bodies, but…it’s only been a month, Will.”

“Fair enough,” Will said, sitting down beside his second-in-command.

Starting his search with pants, Will pulled out a slick pair of black pants with a white stripe down each leg out of the pile.