The Kings Karma

"Hrrg!!!" Moans Zod viscously as he falls onto the ground with a loud thump while the shadowy creature melds back into the shaded tree line, its form blurring before it disappears completely. As the dead king rises back to his feet he turns towards the cackling form of the troll, its gut jiggling wildly as its head hangs back with laughter.

"Poor Zod! Trumped by an overgrown poodle and left to rot on the ground. Too good! Well the boss says we need to kill this baby dungeon so I'm leaving you here to play with this boss. Either kill it or don't come back at all, either way your not gonna be my problem for much longer!" Sneers Beggar with a chuckle as he plods his way to the stairwell and makes his way down, the dead king watching the beast walk away before turning towards the approaching form of Spooky.

"Man thing weak, take disrespect with no fight! Armor strong, Weapon strong, beast strong! Are you not strong!?" Growls Spooky as he circles around the undead man, its armor rattling as its eyes flash a golden hue and it stands straighter.

"Kiiing offff laaands. Zood stilll strooonk!" Gurgles the king from a throat long rotted. As the last word leaves his desiccated lips he dashes forward with unbelievable speed, his sword impaling Spooky at the shoulder as the castyr boss fades into the shadows and shakes off its wounds.

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'That troll is going to be an issue, and Spooky looks hurt. We have to have something that can help him.' I say while watching the two bosses clash repeatedly on one screen while wincing at the sight of multiple wounds slowly appearing across Spooky's coat. On a second screen I watch as the troll shimmers before fading from sight to reappear behind one of the gnomish golems, a blow from one of his serrated daggers instantly causing rust to expand from the wound to the rest of its body.

"Master Kyle we do have one option but it will be permanent and force Spooky to become a much more powerful boss creature. Meaning he won't be able to stay on the first level after this."

Emi says as I zero in on her form in the research room, a vial of purple liquid with green veins spread through it resting in her hand as she holds it out for me to scan.

'Spooky will have to make the choice, we don't have options this time.' I say after reading the vial and teleporting it to Spooky's hiding spot where the exhausted boss is attempting to lick his wounds.

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"Dead man thing faster and stronger than I. But can't let it attack Master." Huffs Spooky before he senses an influx of mana in front of him. Smiling he looks down to find a note and a bowl of strange liquid.

{Potion of Lycanthropy Potion Grade-??? Effect-The recipe for this potion cannot occur naturally and will degrade outside of very specific locations. Imbibing this potion will grant the lycans curse on any creature that uses it. For humanoid creatures of non beastkin races this will turn that person into a randomly selected common variant of lycan. For beastial creatures they will take on a humanoid hybrid form of their species, being able to switch between both forms at will. This new form will allow the usage of weapons, armor, trade skills, and other humanoid skills and abilities as well as granting species specific buffs and debuffs.}

"Potion turn I into man thing, make stronger, faster, smarter. Make me win against dead man thing. Yes I will become weapon and predator." whispers Spooky as he guzzles the potion in front of him before howling in agony.

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'That beast can't have gone far the poor thing. Forced to fight such a majestic creature at the orders of that fat brute!' Says a tired voice with a touch of pomp as the true voice of Zod thinks clearly, his body moving and using his skills against his will as he watches his flesh carry him around the room before a soul wrenching howl fills the room.

"Mghh" Moans the body as Zod just feels more shame at what's become of him. Looking around he flinches as one of the plates on his armor falls to the ground, a slash mark showing on it before a shuffling from the bushes can be heard.

"Sharper than before. And my thoughts are clear, efficient, organized. You should not have come here dead thing, not as an enemy of my pack. We are the front guard, those who soften our enemies and kill the unworthy from challenging my master. And I am their Alpha, he who will reduce your pitiful from to pieces. So rest well dead king, for I will deliver you to slumber." Growls a voice from in front of him before a man steps from the forested area, his body wearing basic leather clothing but not human gear.

'Interesting, I hope for your sake you can live up to that title.' Prays the voice of Zod inside his prison as he inspects this new beastial headed creature and smiling in hope for the first time in centuries.

{Boss Name- Spooky The Packmaster Boss Grade-B Description- The first of his species as a venomous night shrouded werecastyr alpha. Spooky was once a simple beast but became cornered by a much more powerful creature. When presented the option of strength he took it by its throat and is now stronger, smarter, faster, and more cunning than ever before. His venoms can now switch before venomous, poisonous, and toxic. His claws can rend steel, while his fangs can crush bones and iron with little trouble. Be wary of his curse for as a werecastyr he can instantly sense a threat to his pack and his only debuff is that once he's entered combat his instincts will force him to only end it when one side has fallen.}

"Well dead king Zod, let us do battle and may the true leader walk away with the power of the loser." The beastial man creature in front of Zod says calmly as the corpse nods his acceptance, a shimmer of hope in his eyes that he may finally rest after all this time.