PMD-U Eurasia: Dungeon 1-Basalt Halls Part 1

-Max’s Point of View-

Wesley excitedly flew around me in circles while I slowly strolled toward the new dungeon with Dastan and Neige walking beside us. Holding in both hands in front of me was a lawnmower in our house that Wesley insisted me to take along with us.

Wesley and I used to be explorers with quite the experience before we came to Andalusst. This dungeon exploration shouldn’t be a hard work for us because we did that for a living.

Well, that was the case when there isn’t any Barboach and their freak “monarch” inside.

It was pretty much Wesley’s idea to get us some help with this expedition. What we used to do was to get in, scrape through every square inch of the dungeon, pillage whatever we can find, get out, and never come back. But this time, not only we have to deal with our common weakness, we also need to make this place pretty to make future explorations easier.

So yeah, we needed some help for sure ‘cause there’re a cartload of stuff waiting for us inside that dungeon.

“Our first dungeon~♪ Our first dungeon~♪…”

“You sure look excited today, Wesley,” Neige commented, looking at the dancing Wesley.

“Of course I am, it’s our first dungeon exploration together!” Wesley replied with a huge grin.

“I thought you used to be an explorer as well?” I asked.

“Yeah, but that was before I was dead,” Wesley casually remarked.

“Hold up, hold up, just to make sure…” Dastan couldn’t believe his ear. “Did you just say, ‘before I was dead’?”

Wesley nodded innocently.

“He’s always like that,” I wryly chuckled without looking back at the Braixen. Dastan just looked at the dancing Rotom ahead of him with a raised brow and a worried face.

“Don’t underestimate him, though,” I said as I glanced at my partner. “He’s very capable when he has to be.”

“Okay… if you say so,” Dastan slowly replied. Neige smirked next to her partner.

* * * * *

In front of the dungeon entrance, I noticed several ‘mons gathered around the entrance—a Amaura-riding Rosalia discussing with a Tyrunt and a Smeargle, a Doublade-welding Noivern and a Shuppet looking into the cave, and a Quilava impatiently looking around, standing next to the Smeragle. From what I can see on their face I could tell they were working up some courage before going in. Since this was the first dungeon expedition for the most ‘mons in town it's normal to be afraid for a bit, but somehow I had a hunch that this isn’t the reason why they were afraid to go in.

“Morning!” I greeted as we approached the waiting group.

“Oh, morning, Max,” the Tyrunt turned toward me and replied.

“What’s wrong?” Neige asked.

“There’s some weird noise coming from inside…” the Shuppet answered.

“And we’re trying to think of something safe before going in,” the Roselia continued. “The name’s Thorn, and this is my partner, Aurora,” he said as he lightly pat the Ameura, who lightly bowed in response.

“I’m Lillith, and that Quilava with the long face is my partner, Rodriguez,” the Smeragle stated as she glared at the Quilava.

Rodriguez turned to us when he heard his name being called. He blankly stared at us and scoffed. Lillith sweat dropped and let out a sigh.

“Max and Wesley’s already familiar faces to us, but it must be the first time we meet those two behind, no?” the Tyrunt stated. “I’m Crag, of Rapstrike. That quiet ghost behind me is Phara.”

“And I’m Ni’Kiina, those two little friends on my back are Yvera and Yvala,” said the Noivern, “you can call us Niki and Vera if that’s easier for ya.”

“Okay, great, I was just about to ask how you pronounce that,” I chuckled. “My name’s Max, the leader of Team Eurasia.”

“And I’m Wesley, Max’s partner.”

“I’m Dastan, and that little kid next to me is Neige.”

“Hey!”

Thorn nodded. “Well then, now that we’ve known each other, shall we discuss what we’re going to do to deal with whatever freaky stuff inside?”

“I say we just go inside and check that out,” Wesley remarked while going through the crowd toward the entrance.

“But Wes, we don’t know what’s in there!” I called out.

“C’mon! Just how bad could that be?” Wesley replied as he went into the dungeon alone.

“Oh dear…” Lillith groaned. “Is he gonna be alright…?”

Just seconds after Lillith said that, Wesley’s voice came echoing from the cave.

“Uh, guys? I think I know where that noise come from.”

“Great, what is it?” Niki asked.

“Well… I think you need to come in and see for yourself.”

Out of curiosity, I gestured the rest of the group to follow me while I walked into the dungeon first. As soon as I stepped into the cave, my jaw literately dropped.

In front of us were a giant-sized Borboach staring straight at us, blocking the whole path.

“In the name of His Majesty King Wussey Whiskey Montgeomery Mudsuckery Sedimus Munge IV, you shall not pass!”

“Lord. Have. Mercy.” I blurted out.