The Dungeon Fairy: Three Lives: A Dungeon Core Escapade (The Hapless Dungeon Fairy Book 3) by Jonathan Brooks (the false prince TXT) 📕

stay at that level.  As water was taken away, the Object would automatically fill the basin back up.  It was quite pretty and soothing to watch it in action, completely unlike the mayhem going on in her dungeons at the moment – all full of blood, cries of pain, and the slaughtering of her creatures.  Typical, normal, everyday dungeon stuff.

As for sanitation, she turned one of the rooms on each “floor” of the Hall into a bathroom of sorts, where people could both bathe and do their nasty business.  I’m so glad that we don’t have to do that, Shale.

“I agree.”

One more Water-based trap in each bathroom room was needed to solve the problem of waste disposal, which was a water jet trap that could be activated to “flush” everything through a series of pipes she had to carve out of the walls and floors, where it would all drain back out into the foothills.  She couldn’t control exactly what happened to it after it left her control, but it was far enough away from everything that she hoped it would be fine.

As for the bath, that was probably the easiest of everything.  A simple stone tub filled with very warm water, which would automatically replace itself after use, eliminating any dirt and anything non-living inside the water.  Simple, easy – because it was a common use of water in aquatic dungeons, because if a Raider died in the water, they would automatically be disposed of when the rest of the group was gone.  Anything that didn’t belong there was eliminated, essentially.

Now she was done – or as done as she could be.  Just in time, too, because it was just hitting the deadline.  The last thing she did was create a tunnel leading to the outside world, though it wasn’t a straight shot out.  She knew that it would eventually be extremely cold out there, so she made the wide tunnel take a few turns before it reached outside, to block much of the wind, snow, and cold from coming inside.  It wouldn’t block it all, but it would help a lot.

As Tacca Carved through the rest of the dirt and rock separating her new creation from the outside world, she glimpsed a group in the distance coming towards the new entrance to her dungeon.

Chapter 20

“Is that what we’re looking for?”

Sterge looked into the distance at Mordecai’s shout, sweat pouring down his face despite the cool air of pre-winter.  While it was still a little over a month away, it was already starting to cool down a little bit; granted, it never really got cold until the winter month hit – and then it got really cold – but it was a little chilly in the morning.

They had been walking all morning, at least 3 hours up and down the mountain range to the east of The Village, but this was the first sign of anything actually being what they were looking for.  Even as he looked at the small opening at the base of the mountain range, just up from the smaller foothills, he saw some more of the mountain face disappear, as if something were taking big bites out of it.

“Judging by your open mouth, I’m sure you saw that, too,” Gwenda said from his right, nudging him with her elbow.

“I…I certainly did.”  This was the first time he’d actually seen evidence that the dungeon could do things he could only imagine, despite seeing the aftereffects.  It was one thing knowing monsters could appear out of nowhere, or rooms could be constructed out of solid rock, but it was something altogether amazing about seeing it happen in front of his eyes.

“Shall we go visit?  I’m pretty sure we’ve been invited already,” Evy said from his left.  The Sword Dancer was shading her eyes with her hand, trying to make out what she was looking at, which Sterge had been unconsciously mimicking.  All he could make out from this distance was a dark portal that had opened up on the side of the mountain ahead, and he sincerely hoped it was what had been mentioned to them, instead of a new dungeon or something.

“Let’s go; I sure hope it’s a little cooler in there.”

William chuckled at that.  “If what you said the winters are like here is true, you’ll be wishing the opposite when the snow rolls in.”

Sterge just nodded, knowing their Combat Medic was entirely correct.  But he was hot from all of the running around now, and winter certainly hadn’t hit yet.

It took them only about 15 minutes to make it to the entrance of this new opening in the mountain, and they discovered that it was much larger than they expected.  While the dungeon entrances further up the mountain were large enough for a really tall and wide person to pass through, probably 9 to 10 feet high and 6 feet wide, this entrance was large enough to pass a team of horses and a covered wagon into.  Sterge thought that an entire trade caravan could enter it, in fact, which was a bit surprising.

They stood on the threshold looking inside, and it was light enough to see that the tunnel leading in took a sharp turn to the right; from there it was impossible to see any more without actually entering.  Evy and the others just stood there looking at Sterge and Gwenda with impatient looks on their faces.

“Well?  Are you going in?  You are the ones that are all cushy with the dungeon, aren’t you?” Mordecai joked, gently pushing Sterge forward.  Rather than fight it, he walked inside and immediately felt cooler, though not too cold; rather, it felt…temperate…like it was an average temperature.

The others followed him as he walked through the strangely turning tunnel, still as wide as it had been in the beginning, until they finally came to an end.  Sterge