56 Shank N' Spank
"So other than this rather dour set of armor from those snakes we've had a grand total of six giant rats, three bats, several abyss snakes, and some more crawlers. My monies on the boss being some kind of beastmaster." grumbles Sage as he motions his other two forward.
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'Hey Tilly, since the goblin we got Shank's blueprint from was riding Banshee and all does it make him a beast master? Could we say....place a creature in his room with him and promote it to miniboss?' I ask curiously as Tilly's eyes open in shock while she nods her head.
"YESSSSSS! Do it! But not Banshee! She's Slax's now so you'll need something different." She says warningly as I mentally smile and begin creating a new mini boss.
'No worries hun. I think you'll love this!' I say while cackling madly.
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"Fuck! Doubt its a beast tamer type with all these damn traps! Over there! Another gnome!" Yells Chena as Sage charges into yet another mechanical tripwire, several blades connected to wires plunging into his body before the sound of discharging electricity fills the room.
Aiming his bow towards the retreating gnomish figure, Henwick frowns before releasing the arrow before nodding at the corpse hitting the floor in the distance. Putting his bow on his back he quickly reaches Sage and begins casting healing magic, the wounds slowly healing until only small scars are left.
"I know we're in a hurry to clear this but this is the fourth time we've run into ambushes involving traps. Let me scout , my speed is the highest so even if I set something off at least I have a better chance at dodging it." Henwick points out as he glances at the last vial on his belt and grimaces, the sickly blue liquid already half gone.
Without waiting for a replay Henwick walks to the gnomes corpse and salvages whatever he can, smiling smugly as he adds a new tool to his personal bag before waving the duo forward.
"I can see the next room and its bigger than the rest. Boss room I'd guess so we have this and we're done, lets move it princesses!" Henwick says snidely as the other two smile and follow cautiously behind him.
As the three enter the large room they look around, taking in the new changes to the boss room. Broken and aged pews line the center of the room while a chandelier is shattered and spread throughout the room. Several sconces are placed haphazardly around the walls, several broken but the other lit with a bright blue flame. A preachers altar stands on a rotted stage in the back of the room, a picture of violence, murder, and hatred pieced together on the stained glass of the window above it. Out of a shadow a short man appears, his armor made of dark leather, glinting blades shine from his hips and dripping with venom. As he walks into the eerie blue light his face appears and the three men recoil in surprise. Greyish black skin covers a maliciously smiling face, a sharp nose and long pointed ears can be seen as the goblins faintly glowing eyes look upon his prey.
"Ah so the sacrifices have arrived for the great demon queen! Yes! Yes! Rejoice mortal fools for your souls shall fuel something magnificent! But first to prove your worthiness you must defeat my pet! Come Spanks! Feast upon their souls!" Hisses Shank as a warbling gurgle rings through the room and a large crash is heard near the center of the room.
As the group looks at the creature that fell from the ceiling, Henwick lets out a guffaw. The beast looms over the group, its shell shining with a glossy shine. Its body squirms across the ground as smoke rises from behind it. Its face glares at the three intruders as several of its eyes begin swinging wildly, the stalks stretching and shattering several of the pews and leaving gouges in the stones around it.
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"Is that a damn boss level rust snail?!?" Tilly screams as she laughs hysterically. The rest of the room is filled with giggling or guffawing monsters as my core shines proudly.
'Actually take a look at this!' I say proudly as I put Spanks info on the screen.
{Species- Acidic Flail Snail Rust Lord(Spanks) Boss Grade-C Description- On rare occasions a rust snail will become entranced by combat and seek out worthy opponents. As it consumes these enemies it begins to grow until it evolves into a higher species altogether. The rust lord will take on aspects of its diet, in this case poison, and several new eye stalks will grow from its body. Each eye is as hard as mithril and can be wielded as extremly dangerous maces while its new shell becomes hard as soul steel, its slime and bile becoming so acidic it can melt dragon scale easily. These creatures are usually enslaved or hunted to extinction upon discovery in the wild due to their dangerousness.}
"Kyle you beautiful, shining bastard.....This is gonna be hilarious." Tilly says with a giggle as I watch Sage and Chena begin dodging the eyes.
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"Chena, dearest, would you be willing to hit this damn thing!" Sage yells as he rolls away from another flailing stalk crunching into the ground behind him. Looking towards the monk he gasps as he watches blood flow from several wounds, each showing massive pieces of flesh or skin missing as he attempts to block and dodge the creatures attacks.
"Damn! This little guy reminds me of the rust lord my uncle had! That decides it I think, Dungeon if you can hear this I pledge my soul to you. My body shan't not be yours but you may keep me in exchange for hunting the men these two follow and eliminating them and their master regardless of how long it takes! Now lets see what your pets pet has in it!" Screams Henwick as a new quest pops up in front of the dungeons core for everyone to see.
