Hermitcraft - Villlian Au

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"I figured it out!" Iskall approached Grian and Mumbo.

They turned to look at him and in his hand was a dead fish. Grain raised an eyebrow.

"It's a rotten fish."

"Except that's just it. It's not rotten." Iskall smiled proudly.

Mumbo leaned in a little and then took a step back. "He's right, it's fresh. Grian, the fish survived. We have food!"

The three of them celebrate and run to the beach to stock up on food. Iskall grinned. "See, I told you I was working everything out."

Once they had plenty, they went back the their base and Iskall began to cook. They sat down at a table with their meals, savouring each bite. Iskall finished his off and waited for Grian and Mumbo to be done eating.

"Alright. Time to talk about the plan."

Mumbo looked up. "You have a plan?"

"You bet. We are seriously down on numbers and with Hels betraying us we now have a new, powerful enemy." Iskall pulled out a small glass vial of glowing lime green liquid. "Hels has taken refuge in our old base with Evil Xisuma. This is bad for two reasons. Two of the most powerful people in the world are working together, against us and they also have all of our Iskallium we worked so hard to steal. Except for the vial I keep on me at all times of course."

Iskall thought back to when they attacked the shopping district, just him, Grian, Mumbo, Grim and Hels. Before it was all ruined. It felt so long ago.

"You two ready for another heist?" Iskall looked at them expectantly.

"Are you suggesting we steal the Iskallium back. Why?" Grain didn't look enthused.

"It will give us the strength we need to take him out and eventually become as powerful as gods. It's necessary to our entire plan."

"I really don't think we should be going after Hels right now. We barely outnumber them and they are so much more powerful."

"We're running out of options. We're not just going to be survivors in a wasteland Grian. We're going to rule it. We need the power, we need the Iskallium."

"No." Mumbo spoke up.

"What?" Iskall's face turned dead serious.

"I won't have any part in it. I'm sick of losing and I'm not risking my life this. It's a suicide mission. I'm not going and I don't think of you two should either."

Iskall was lost for words for a few seconds. "What? No we're doing this"

"Iskall, we're not the powerful team we were. Grim, Stress, Hels, Etho, Cleo. They're all gone. If you're not careful you'll lose me. Grian too."

"You two wouldn't leave me. You have no where to go. We're a team."

Grian hesitated before speaking. "We're not following you into this. They'll rip us to shreds and right now I just want to focus on surviving after what Hels did."

There was some small part of Iskall that was screaming at him. Screaming at him not to let this happen, but his emotions took over.

"You know what? Fine." Iskall said coldly. "If the last few weeks have taught me anything it's that the only person I can rely on is me." He grabbed his sword and made sure the Iskallium was safe in his pocket.

"I'll show you." Iskall said to no one in particular. "I'll show you all."

As he walked away, as far away as he could get, it started raining. Rain drenching the dry, dead ground. He walked through a forest that had burned down, the skeletal tree remains casting shadows over him as lightning struck.