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Dragon and On and On (With Special Guest Star)
Chapter 17: SlathbogAlas, Alex and company's stay-of-indeterminate-length in the elf realms must come to an end, so he bids goodbye to Calypso and her creeping creeper ways. But as he leaves, he notices that the leaves are getting all color-turny, and the world seems to be entering the colder part of Spratumminter. Either they chose to stay with the elves for a long time, or the elves kept them there. Either way, having to cross the wastes in winter was totally avoidable and is very much somebody's fault. As they say in Springfield, HA HA! Of course, everything being dead in winter isn't really a problem, since... apparently everything's dead anyway. Because they are in the lands of PURE EVIL! And what good would any self-respecting evil be if it didn't create a 200-mile radius of dead plant life and barren soil? Sadly, the deadness means... they cannot bring the horses! Noooo! Shahreesnootybootsschnuckle! But Arconn did his Friend to All Living Things bit and told them, so they're just gonna hang out in this random patch of place for as long as it takes them to return... which could be months, apparently. Yup. They're just gonna... hang out there, them horses. Sounds exhilerating. Through the cold and awfulness, our team presses forward, with some banter that's probably supposed to be inspirational about how good Alex has gotten about conjuring fire. Which will apparently help them not make fire that the dragon can see. Except fire is the same as any ordinary fire. And if they're still several weeks' walk from the hoard, a dragon's chances of flying out to them are still kind of low. Whatever. At this state of the game, minor logic squabbles like that are really small potatoes. It's only the really egregious (take a drink) stuff that stands out anymore. I'm just numb at this point. Aside from everyone discussing how nervous they are to fight the dragon and how little they'd like to meet him in a dark alleyway, this is mostly a Travel Montage again. Alex and the adventurers can't travel anywhere without several weeks of padding between them and their destination! It also lets Alex muse on the Varlo-ian scenery, which would be so gosh durned purty if it weren't for that darn dragon. In the long list of "just onces" this book is inspiring me to see, I'd like to add to that, "I would like to just once see an evil being take over a beautiful land and leave it in a pristine state." Or "I would just once like to see an evil being take over a land that wasn't a looker to begin with." But no; Evil Likes Eden, apparently. On the seventh day, they find a stream! Hey—isn't that the one that supposedly leads into the back entryway? By golly, it is! And if its proximity to the Grand Capitol of Pure Eviltopia didn't inform you of that, the grimy, oily water would! Wait, Slathbog runs an industrial complex? Aha! So that's the true nature of his heretofore unspoken evil! He's a Corrupt Corporate Executive who enforces unsafe mining and refinement practices to hoard gold, so he can influence the world market in uncertain economic times! ...The sad thing is, I think I would totally read that book. Hell, I might write it some day if I need another new idea. But no, the water's just Evil. We never find out how or why Slathbog excretes oil. ...Evil! Oh, and since digging underwater would provide too much excitement, we find that the path's already caved in and cleared itself. And we're up to how many things that would be interesting to read that get totally averted, again? Plus, you'd think that, if Slathbog knows his den as well as he's claimed to, he would've found this passage already. So it took them about a week and a day to get here. Keep that in mind, kids. As Alex is scanning the snowline, he spies the first plant he's seen growing since he entered the wasteland. What could it be? Dandelions? Grass? A small seedling?
The plant's broad, dark green leaves were covered at the base with blood-red flecks—Dragon's Bane. Alex was sure of it; he recognized it from Iownan's book.Ahhh! Right! Dragon's Bane! The Anviliciously-named plant that we all knew would help him kill the dragon since way back in Chapter... ...Um... Chapter...? I mean, c'mon, the way he suddenly finds it, it being a big shock and all, is clearly meant to invoke something from an earlier chapter, right? It's—it's from Iownan's book, so it has to be chapter, what, 8? 9? I... it has to be in here somewhere, right? And we've had so many interludes with him just sitting and reading that darn book in the middle of the travel sessions that it has to have been mentioned at least once before! How could we have not heard of something this cluebat-y before? It... it has to be in here somewhere! It has to be! I don't believe that he'd introduce a stupid and obvious Deus ex Machina this late in the game! I won't believe it! No one could be that maladroit, could they? No one who managed to get published would shoehorn in such an obvious and poorly-placed clue without even hinting to it before! They wouldn't! They can't! It's not possible! I refuse to believe it! No one! ... WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?! Why why why why Stupid stupid stupid book No no no no Nuh-uh no way no how WHY *thunk* WHY *thunk* WHY *thunk* WHY *thunk* WHY You already gave us the sword we had the stupid sword you didn't need any more you already thwacked us with that bat we know you don't have to really at least it showed some planning ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGG! Cora: *THWACK!* Get a Hold of Yourself, Man!! Me: Cora? Wait, Cora Dorado? The main character of the fantasy novel that I wrote, that I've been whining to everyone in Yack Fest about over my inability to get published? What are you doing here? Cora: I'm popping out of your subconscious to give you a talking-to, that's what! You can't just freak out on me like this! You've gotten too far to give up now! Me: ...OK, let me reemphasize that. What are you doing here? Cora: Did you or did you not create me out of open disdain for this type of fantasy novel? Me: Uh— Cora: The type of novel where the protagonists have no spine, the events are random, the characters flat and unidentifiable, the experts are instant, and everything drains toward the center with absolutely no sense of reality? Me: Well, your parody was supposed to be mostly affectionate, and—hey! In-character, you're not supposed to know anything about most fantasy! Cora: Exactly. I know pretty much what this guy knows, in-story. But I'm not in story now! I'm talking to you as my agent and my creator. And you poured you blood, sweat and tears into my creation, because you'd read one too many goddamn books like this and want to rib 'em for all they were worth. I exist because you were strong enough to say, "Fantasy novels, I love you, but this is goofy as hell." There is no reason something lame as this should break you! Me: But... it's such an awful book! Cora: I wouldn't be here if you weren't the kind of woman who can take awful books and grind them into the dirt. Me: I... ...You're right. I... I have to go on. For me. For everyone. Cora: For all the wannabe writers out there who can't help but think, "I can write something better than this crap." Me: Right! Cora: There you go! Now... I'd probably better get out of here before your self-satisfactory ego trip outstays its welcome. Sayonara, 'Yator. ...Well. Now that that's other with. I'm a big brave dog, I'm a big brave dog, I'm a big brave dog... Alex carefully uproots his
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Alex and his friends gathered around the small opening, preparing for what they were about to do. His eyes fixed on the darkness in front of him and a shiver ran down his back...It's the prologue. It's the copypastaed prologue. I saw this coming, no joke, the instant I read that prologue almost a month ago. Before I even decided to liveblog this. Back when I still had some hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a kernel of an enjoyable story here. Or, as we say on TV Tropes: BEFORE I EVEN CLICKED ON IT. They take a single torch and enter the cave, which is, like the river, mysteriously oily and slimy. Maybe Slathbog has a really flaky scalp, and needs to use one of those super-heavy-duty shampoos. (Hey, could be!) Dwarfbeard asserts it's "the dragon's filth," but I don't think even dragon, er, filth would be that consistency unless he subsisted entirely on vegetable oil. They hit a sudden dark patch, but it leads to some stairs. These lead to the great entry hall of Varlo, apparently. Because evil always bears a great wind with it (and no, not that kind), the torch suddenly goes out. And... gasp... Not even Alex's Inferno magic can relight it! Dayum. If Slathbog can extinguish Alex's flames, he might actually stand a chance! At the very least, I think the next chapter title ("The Wall(TM)," if you recall) guarantees he at least gets to bump somebody off. Hey! No single being in this story is aloud to be more powerful than Alex! He suddenly remembers something from his book that'd help! Just like he learned in Chapter... uh... Chapter... um... ...Freezair. Let. It. Go. It's not good for you. Thousands of torches suddenly light everyone! Alex: That'll teach 'im to out-Stu me! How about we all take a moment to gawk at the thousands of piles of treasure? Yo' treasure-pile so fat, it sat on Planck's constant and broke the h-bar! Although I do have to wonder where the floor is in all of that treasure. Or is there none, and does the following confrontation just take place on a sea of coins? Mmmm; sounds slippery. At least Arconn realizes the place sucks. They've got to move and find a better place to face him! Say... where is the baster', anyway? He clearly knows his castle is being invaded, since he sent the spell to kill the lights. Why is he just letting these people invade his castle? Could that be... another twinge of sympathy? Might our villain, appearing in any capacity besides second-hand talk for the first time ever in this story, not be such a Complete Monster after all? They keep talking about looking for a spot to "ambush the dragon." Fellas, he knows you're already here. You Keep Using That Word. And unlike the whole "stand good" ordeal, I can actually confirm you didn't make this phrase up off the top of your head. Olaf Leaderson takes the time to inform us, as they all hide behind a pillar, to avoid the wings. They're apparently sharp as razors. I wish I could remember the name of the dragon from How to Train Your Dragon that supposedly cuts off treetops with its razor wings, because that'd be a great obscure nerdy joke to throw in here. But, alas and alack, it is not to be. And hey! Guess what, guys? HEEEEEEEERE'S SLAGGY Thank the Lord. For once, the author isn't afraid to assume we don't know what a dragon looks like. So no mincing words; let's get to the action!
Shaking slightly, he drew Moon Slayer from his belt and prepared to meet his destiny.If airbrushed van art were written, I'm pretty sure this is what it'd read like. Aaaand Slathbog kicks things off with a killer fireball! He misses, but darn if it didn't put the fear of god into their hearts for a second, didn't it, Bob? Right you are, Jim! We've got Leaderson kicking his team off into a strong start, but they're flinching like a thirteen-year-old with braces going in for the first kiss! That's gonna cost 'em. Oh! What's this, Bob? It looks like Number 8, the new recruit Taylor, is staring down Slathbog! He seems almost mesmerized by his "beauty and power" Oooh! A rookie mistake if ever there was one, Jim. Ah, but he breaks free of it! He feints! He gets the drop on Slathbog with a fierce tackle to the tail! Ooooh, that's gonna leave a mark, Bob. Yes, but so far, Slathbog is only attacking defensively! An interesting choice from a player hyped up as one of the adventuring league's most offensive, wouldn't you say, Jim? Indeed, Bob! In fact, if one didn't know his personal history—and I didn't before today, Bob—I'd say it seems almost out of character! Unless there's more here to Slathbog that we don't know about. Well, Jim, they say every player's got his secret side. Some guys take ballet, some guys knit, and Slathbog—hey, maybe he's just a big softie after all. Ooh! Slathbog's noticed Taylor! He moves in with some trash talk! The ref's blowing the whistle, but he doesn't notice! He says he's going to enjoy beating Taylor, and from the tone of his voice, I might just believe it! How's Taylor going to respond? Oh—Bob! Bob! He's looking into Slathbog's eyes! Holy [BLEEP] Jim, what's gonna happen now?
There were no happy thoughts inside Slathbog's mind. Alex saw, though, that there was a terrible longing for happiness inside of Slathbog because joy was the one desire he did not know how to feel.Bob! Bob! It's sympathy! Sympathy, Jim! He's misunderstood! He's misunderstood! What's Taylor going to do now? Is he going to try the Dragon's Bane play his team just practiced?! Can it cure him?! Jim, look! Tayo's taking advantage of the lull! He's in with his spear! He's got him down, Jim! Oh no! Slathbog's got him too, Bob! It's a Wingplay and TAYO'S DOWN! TAYO'S DOWN! What's Taylor going to do now? Is he going to try the Dragon's Bane play his team just practiced?! Can it cure him?! OH MY GOD, JIM! I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING! ROOKIE TAYLOR JUST PLUNGED HIS SWORD INTO SLATHBOG'S CHEST! SLATHBOG'S DOWN! TAYLOR WON THE PLAYOFFS! HE WON THE PLAYOFFS! It... I... Wah... What the FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU... Here's The Thing About Fa *RecordNeedleScratch* No! No music! We are past such frivolties at this point! You! Do! Not! Introduce! The! Element! Of! Symapthy! At! The! Last! Minute! And! Then! Have! The! Hero! Suddenly! Murder! Them! Anyway! You have just told me that this dragon—to whom you gave zero screen time before this date, and attributed zero evil deeds—is in fact a tortured soul longing for a happiness he could never fulfill, and your hero's first course of action is Impaled! With! Freaking! Extreme! Prejudice! Either your villains are sympathetic and defeated with remorse and sadness—"in another lifetime we may have been friends" sort of thing—or you make it really freaking apparent to us why they are a Complete Monster! You do not hype a character up as a Complete Monster, turn them into an Anti-Villain during our final confrontation, and then have our hero not react to this at all unless they are a really callous friggin' bastard! Or they have a deep personal vendetta! Alex has no beef with this dragon! He just hates him because he's been told to! If he had any characterization at all, he'd be reacting to this with some interest and possibly confusion! Hell, given his magnanimousness, I bet he could pull off a desire for redemption; I'm sure he's powerful enough to pull off a Heel-Face Mind Screw spell! But no! This plot element is introduced solely to be instantly abandoned, just like EVERYTHING ELSE IN THIS GODDAMN STORY! At least we got our death. Somebody is going to die. Tayo is dead. Please. Let me at least have that bit of promised foreshadowing. ...No, because Alex is going to make a potion to save him. From the Dragon's Bane. It is called Dragon's Bane. It was introduced out of nowhere, directly before the confrontation with the supposedly unstoppable "evil" dragon. It did nothing about the dragon and instead is being used to make a healing potion. ...Pardon me for a moment. Let me step outside. ...YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHG! —AAAAAAAAAHG... —AAAAAHG... AAHG... And, somewhere in Japan, a salaryman wonders why his pen suddenly decided to roll off his desk. I would love to stop here for comedic effect. I really would. But this chapter is still pages away from ending, and the stupidity still isn't done. Jeebus Cripes. Alex's potion for Tayo needs milk, honey and tea. From those ingredients, I'd surmise Tayo has a cold, not a... cut-almost-in-half. Or something. Because we don't actually get a description of what his injuries ARE. I find it a bit odd that the tea they have is green tea, given that's pretty Asian and most of the food thus far has been American, but it's the milk that gets me. They've been on the road at least two weeks since the elves, if not more. Maybe even a month. Even in a fridge, milk doesn't last a super-long time. How cold are those ice rooms? Are they just freezing it? That cold? We also naturally get more references to Tayo being unprepared to die. Now... this is supposed to be a serious scene, right? Tayo's almost dead, they're all trying to save him, Slathbog is oozing blood all over the treasure—dramatic yes? And this—this—is what Alex says:
"He's not dead yet!"...This writer must be the unnerdiest fantasy writer in existence if he thinks he can seriously drop that line in the middle of a serious death scene and not expect his readers to start thinking...
"No really, I think I'm getting better!" "No, he's Only Mostly Dead! Mostly dead is still partially alive!"Et cetra, et cetra, recite the rest of these scenes, by heart, at your leisure. More references to The Wall(TM). Aaaand Alex sets Slathbog's entire corpse alight with a single Inferno, in the middle of the hall, and the heat somehow does not overwhelm them, melt the gold coins, or set the entire freaking castle on fire WHAT THE HELL. And, just like Alex this is my cue to collapse. Oh. My. God.
I am so looking forward to a Wicked/Grendel style prequel with Slathbog.
Myr: YES. I Heartily approve of this. I loved this page. O)ur first full-on "Combine Harvester" moment! Also, I've noticed that this book just went from a Cliche Storm to a Cliche Supertyphoon. Here's hoping it doesn't become a Cliche Big Red Spot.
Dragon's Bane, the perfect thing to stop a dragon. Good thing Alex discovered it just in time, here in Chapter 17 - Name of Villain. This is probably one of the biggest Ass Pulls in history.
And it doesn't—even—stop—the—villain! It doesn't—even—stop him! Also, Lee, I am legitmately LO Ling over here. You just made both the extreme weather fan and the astronomy geek in me squee.
Yaaaay! I figured you'd appreciate the joke, but I didn't know I'd make you squee. [waii]
And on top of all this...YAY CORA! I hadn't read Always a Hero when I first went through the LB, so I remember being a little lost at this point, but I loved that scene this time around. XD
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