Alistair cracks his whips, and his constructs continue moving. They step forward, their feet sinking into the muck, but they push forward. The first wheel rolls onto the skeletons, and the skeletons' rib cage cracks immediately, and their bones turn to dust, barely supporting the wheels. They continue onward, the second set of wheels punch through their spine, and begin to sink, with no more resistance but they pull forward, most of the chain of skeletons holding with only the occasional break.

The amalgams strain, their muscles rippling beneath their flesh. They groan, and pull, as the back end of the wagon slips deep into the mud.

Alistair sighs, and waves back to the other side of the river where the flesh golems sit. When he waves they stand, and lumber through the mud before arriving at the wagon. They slide their shoulders under the mud, and push the wagon onto the opposite shore.

Alistair climbs out of the wagon, and walks to the edge of the river, and yells out to Eli. “I don't know how we are going to get you and the wagon over here!”

Eli steps forward. “Why don't you send the flesh golems, and amalgams pulling your cart over here, and we can just brute force it with the flesh golems, and the four amalgams.”

Alistair grimaces, but nods. “Yeah… Ok.” He agrees reluctantly.

Eli watches as Alistair unhooks the constructs from his cart, and they lumber through mud, before arriving at the other side shortly followed by the Golems.

Eli quickly uses some extra chains to attach the extra two constructs to the cart.

The Golems slide up behind them, and begin pushing the cart. The four constructs strain, side by side. Their third set of arms in a bow curve behind them. The Golems behind them push their emotionless bodies distorted by the weight of the cart.

Eli quickly runs around the cart, from the back to the front from front to back, watching as they sink further into the mud, and make barely any progress. The flesh golems are nearly hip deep in the mud, and the constructs at the front are slightly less sunken in.

Alistair waves his hand, and the Golems swell with strength from his mana flowing into them.

Eli groans, as the lip of the floor of the wagon dips below the water, and a small quantity of muddy water starts wetting the wood of the floor of the wagon. Eli starts panicking, as the water slowly starts rising. It's barely covering the bottom of his feet, and not damaging anything yet, but. It will be soon.

Eli sighs at the Ker-Clunk noise of the wheels of the wagon contacting stone, beneath them, and the constructs stride forward with more vigour, pulling free from the mud, emerging on the bank completely covered. The rest of the Cart follows shortly after leaving a layer of filth, on mud on the floor, and right behind them the golems, who at this point had completely sunk beneath the mud, stride out, their heads emerging like big ole pink thumbs rising from the mud. Alistair smiles, and jogs up, cringing at the sight of the floor covered in a layer of filth.

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He smiles. “Guess what you're doing now Eli!”

Eli tilts his head. “What?”

Alistair smiles, and reaches into a cabinet. “Mopping!” He hands Eli a mop, empty bucket, and points to the barrels we stored the water for the trip in.

Eli cries out. “What!”

DC

The dungeon whistles an imaginary tune in its head as It watches its tundra evolution floor. He has an imaginary smile in his head, as one of the little fluffy mice jumps down from a rock and onto a big pile of fluffy snow.

The little creature barely waits a beat before scurrying free from the pile, and lying in the sun on the cool reflective snow.

He turns his focus to the Goblin floor where Gairy has befriended a lot of the Goblins and has been hanging out with them lately.

Gairy smiles, flaring his needle teeth, un-naturel even for goblins. He lifts a pipe to his mouth, and takes a deep puff of a hallucinogenic that accidentally evolved in the biome made for the goblins.

He waves his pipe lazily dousing the goblins surrounding him with its thick oily smoke. They cough, and cover their noses while they listen to Gairy preach about the “Fathers” greatness.

I feel like these poor guys are already filling out this floor. It's barely big enough for the tiny Goblin village. I'll make them a passageway to the snow floor, and I'll start working on the next floor, which I will also make an evolutionary floor into, so that they can explore that.

In fact I'm going to put in some of those Frostlins into the snow floor so that they can interact with the regular Goblins. I smile, and begin the creation of some more Frostlins. In the end I'm left with a group of 30 little blue goblins. They all have a naturel affinity to Ice, and so have no problem living in the below freezing temperatures.

A Frostlin drops its icy blue foot onto the snow. Its foot crunches into the snow, and he begins to sink. But his instincts kick in, and in the same way a bird instinctively knows how to make a nest, these frostlins instinctively know how to manipulate the freezing essence pumping through their bodies.

His frail body is lifted from the snow, and he breathes deeply. His emaciated body takes deep breaths revealing the bones of his ribs. He strides off into the hills, followed by the rest of the goblins.

Eli

Alistair squints his eyes, hands over his eyes shielding them from the sun, while he stares off into the distance. “East.”

Eli raises his head from the task Alistair had him doing. “What?”

Alistair nods once. “We need to turn East.”

Eli tilts his head once. “Why?”

Alistair responds quickly. “Detour. Don’t worry about it.”

Alistair

Alistair lies deftly. “Detour. Don’t worry about it.”

Alistair turns the beasts, pulling the carts to the east. He glances over the shoulder at the Plague Pilgrims approaching. Too far for Eli's human sight to see, but Alistair's eyes have long since been replaced. There frail forms wrapped in cloths soaked in strong spirits, or herbs to hopefully contain their various ailments or plagues.

If we turn east like this we will be forced to take a longer route to the mountains. But… I worry I would be unable to protect Eli from those bastards. In most scenarios I wouldn't worry… But I simply lack the resources to handle a force of any size. I would certainly survive. But Eli… Unlikely…