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Thursday, September 12, 2019

Engimatic Fantasies - The Jewel of the Sea [#119]

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           Finally, after several long, painful years of searching, I found it, the Jewel of the Sea was mine. It cost a great deal of money, required many long sleepless nights, but I finally reached the bottom of the great sea palace it was kept in. Most gave up after they realized that half the palace was underwater. There was also the fact that the jewel’s chamber was buried beneath hundreds of thousands of gallons of seawater and sand.
           However, I wasn’t most people, I didn’t chicken out and spend the rest of my life slaying monster in the upper levels of the palace. I didn’t waste my time scrambling for what little treasure remained in the corners of the palace. Only to sell it back to a merchant so I could buy enough supplies to do it again. No, I didn’t stop until I claimed the greatest prize of all. Not only would I be rich, but I would also be remembered throughout all of history as the one who conquered this place.
           Satisfied with my accomplishment, I stepped towards the center of the chamber where the jewel sat on a stone podium and reached out to claim my prize. My excitement peaked as my hand grasped around the spherical gem. However, it gave way to bewilderment as my hand passed right through it. Confused, I continued to reach for my prize, but no matter what I tried, my hand simply fazed through the jewel. As though it were nothing but an illusion.
         “This is ridiculous,” I roared, all that work for nothing. Had I been tricked? Was this not the jewel’s chamber? No, that couldn’t be, there is nowhere else it could be. Unless there was another layer to the palace, but after all the effort it took me just to get this deep, there was no chance I could dig any deeper.
           “Be gone you damn illusion,” I knocked the podium over in frustration, which cracked into pieces like a cheap piece of furniture. However, the fake jewel remained in place, as though it were projected from an unknown source. This piqued my curiosity, and I began to explore the rest of the room, which only created more question the deeper I looked.
           The whole room felt very different from the ancient halls I had trudged through to reach it. This was no old chamber, it was a funhouse dressed up to look as such. The podium wasn’t the only cheap structure in the room, all the pillars in the room were of similar craftsmanship. Despite their stone-like appearance, they were actually just wood painted to look as such. I even found discarded oil lamps hidden around corners and patches of fabric used to cover holes. Worst of all, the “Jewel of the Sea” was nothing more than trick of the light, created with prisms and mirrors.
           I felt sick to my stomach, my goal, my dream for the past several years of my life was built on lies and deception. All that money went to nothing but lining a merchant’s pocket. Who even created this fabrication? Was this some sick joke? I pondered the nature of this twisted mockery as I began the long trek to the surface.
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           As I exited the palace and marched towards the nearest town, I was assaulted by questions from of all my fellow explorers and adventurers. They noticed my soured expression and wanted to know what misfortune befell me down below. I refused to explain, they would never believe me in the first place. I had a particular goal in mind. This whole adventure may have been a bust, but there was a chance I could at least scrape back some of the money I lost. I found my way to a merchant’s store. I had frequented for the past several years. The store was empty at the moment aside from the shopkeeper, most where out exploring the palace at this hour.
           “Welcome,” the shopkeeper greeted me, he knew me well as I had always spent a great deal of money at his shop. That was precisely the reason I was here.
           “I want my money back,” I cut to the chase.
           “Oh, did one of my tools fail you,” the shopkeeper was surprised, “let me guess, shovel with a bad handle?”
           “No, this whole journey was pointless,” I explained. “I found the supposed Jewel of the Sea, and it was nothing more than an illusion. A fabricated treasure, in a fabricated room at the bottom of a death trap palace.”
           “I see,” all the color drained from the shopkeeper’s face, “you found it didn’t you.” Suddenly the shopkeeper hurried over to the door and put a closed sign in the window, then closed all of his shutters.
           “What are you doing?” I asked.
           “If you truly found the jewel, then I can’t have you mouthing off about it in front of customers,” he revealed, “please follow me.” He lead me into the back room of his shop and then down a set of stairs into the basement. It was much larger than I expected, practically a maze in and of itself. It was wide an open and seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction, it must overlap with at least the neighboring stores.
           “How could you possibly afford-” I began, but the shopkeeper shushed me and pulled a bell on the wall. I heard the ring echo throughout the entire basement, and shortly after I heard dozens of doors open one after the other. Suddenly a whole host of familiar faces from the town shuffled into the basement. The bakers, the butcher, a few bankers, the innkeeper, a half dozen merchants of various trades and even the mayor of the town.
           “My fellows, this adventurer here knows the secret, what shall we do?” The shopkeeper stated to the crowd.
           “Well if they know they certainly can’t stay in town,” the butcher replied. “I say we give them the usual and send them on their way.”
           “How much do they know?” The mayor inquired.
           “They’re pretty smart, I’m sure they’ve picked up on all the import aspects by know,” the shopkeeper answered.
           “Wait, are you telling me,” I realized. A secret basement connecting the whole town, a fake treasure, talk of sending me out of town. This isn’t some secret society, this is the con of the century. “How long have you run this rigged game?”
          “Well how old is the legend of the Jewel of the Sea?” A banker answered my question with another question.
           “It has to be at least a century or so old,” I guessed.
           “Well then there’s your answer,” the mayor laughed. “Why my grandpappy had stories of when he was a boy helping string along adventurers like yourself.”
           “Ridiculous, this town, the palace, everything was just an elaborate illusion?” I exclaimed, “and for what?”
           “Money, economic growth, frequent visitors, recovery of ancient relics,” a baker stated, “take your pick. An ancient palace is nice for tourism, but stories of a lost treasure keep your type coming in for decades. And if there’s anything adventurers bring to a town, its money.”
           “Of course,” I sighed, “so what happens to me?”
           “We give you a nice gift basket, some money, and a free trip out of town as long as you promise to keep your lips sealed,” the mayor revealed. “And if not, we’ll run you out of town regardless.”
           “I don’t think I have much of a choice,” I rubbed my forehead, “fine, I’ll take your offer, just answer one question.”
           “Depends on the question,” the mayor replied, “what do you want to know?”
           “How did you build the fake chamber at the bottom of the palace?” I asked it was the only aspect that bugged me about this story. “You claim the con has existed for at least a century, but that room was clearly built a decade, at best.”
           “Ah, can’t tell you trade secret,” the mayor shook his head, “let’s just say there’s more than one way down there. Besides, you’re not the first to discover our secret, and whenever that occurs, we need to do some touching up.”
           “Okay, I get,” I accepted his answer, “I guess I’ll get out of town then.” After I left the basement, the next several hours went by in a flash. Before I knew it, I was on a fancy carriage a mile out from town with a big gift basket and a heavy sack of money. Thankfully no one noticed my departure, so I never had to explain myself to the other adventurers. In the end, I’ll be known as the one who gave up, maybe the money will be enough to soften that blow to my pride. However, it was still a bitter pill to swallow. 

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In the end, money (or anything of value really) is the root, or at least a major influence, in almost everything. Sure some people will do almost anything to make a quick buck, but almost everyone will do anything to ensure long term prosperity (even an elaborate con). 

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