You observe the little thing, curled up on itself at the room's edge to enjoy as much of the heat as possible. And suddenly it strikes you: you have created this entity. Can you do that consciously? So you attempt, focusing on your physical body once more, and willing a similar protrusion to come into being.
And it does, eventually. The little thing has fallen asleep by the time it cuts off from your crystal, and its fall wakes it up with a startle. It jerks, eyes already humid with unshed tears, and begins to spew little fire flames in the air to see around itself. It rushes back to the other egg, and it fills your heart of joy as it too happily examines the egg.
This one is different. For one, this is brown while the sad dragon's own was gray. And this one also has… imperfections? If it was stone, it'd be the dots, ruptures and all that is not plain and uniform. The energy used for this one is the same as the one before, so you don't really get why they're different.
While you are busy getting lost in your own thoughts the shell is once more cracked, (you note it makes the same noise, apart from the pitch being lower) and find a bronze claw sticking out of the egg. Soon enough another little scaled beast is jumping out, and swiftly consumes its previous prison. As it sets down, belly full of its meal, the little gray dragon slowly wobbles forth.
While its gray eyes are filled with hope and joy, what they find in its bronzen brother is nothing but mischief. It pounces, coiling itself firmly on its back, as the bigger creature yelps, surprised by its speed. They both make little noises as they play-fight around, jumping on each others and generally throwing a fit. You only pay enough attention to make sure the gray one is not actually in distress, and joyfully find some happiness in its eyes as well.
Then you focus more on the room. Their tiny little claws might be, in fact, small, but they do leave behind marks. Which over time refill on their own. Odd. You're pretty sure normal rock doesn't do that, else you'd be encased in stone. So is the materials your walls are made out of different?
As you once more rush into ultimately meaningless research, the two little critters still. And a few seconds later so do you, as your mind is pinched, for lack of better terminology, and your focus is brought to the heated room. There, something has just appeared, in the total darkness. Already the sad hatchling hides behind your Core, while the bronze one rushes ahead.
Hearing the sound of its claws must have startled whoever somehow made their way to you, as they let out a little scream. And soon enough a light blooms, and for the first time in your existence you are not completely shrouded in gloom. The flash blinds your minions' eyes, leaving time for the Adventurer to find their footing, blazing ball of pure white lazily floating around them. It is a petite girl, no older than twenty, desperately holding a book in her hands, and nothing else. As soon as she sees your minion, as it covers its eyes and grumbles a little about the pain, she screams a shrill noise, and falls on her knees.
"Gods above and below, no! No! Anything but a Dragon Den!"
Prescilla Rorka, Apprentice Mage
View: https://imgur.com/a/cUIyO0i
Rank 1 Adventurer
- STR: -1
- DEX: -2
- CON: -2
- WIS: +3
- INT: +3
- CHA: -1
"Damnation! I'm dead! I'm a walking dead woman!" Desperation seems to fill her, as she falls to the ground. You wonder why seeing your little minion has her so scared. Do they resemble some creatures with a reputation?
Prescilla's Roll against Heated Room (DC 10 CON)
[Prescilla Rorka rolls a 3 against DC 10 CON challenge. She subtracts her -2 WIS to her result.]
[Prescilla Rorka loses.]
[Prescilla Rorka loses -1 Adventure Point]
[Prescilla Rorka has 0 AP left. She has been Defeated.]
[Defeating Prescilla Rorka has earned you +1 Dungeon Point.] (1 Total)
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Defeating Prescilla Rorka has earned you +2 Soul Energy.] (5 Total)
She stumbles around, frenetically looking in her book, as the small light flutters rapidly this and that way. "Hells! What was that spell! Oh, I swear when I die I'll come back to haunt those idiots! Just you wait until I have... I have my hands... my ghostly hands..." As she goes on and on, the book slips from her hands, and her hat tips over. And then she flops to the floor, as the heat of the room overcomes her feeble constitution. Your little bronze minion seems uncaring of her state, and attempts to reach her body, probably to curl over it like a victorious conqueror, but the light goes out, and it once more has to deal with the darkness.
Mechanics Updated
What to vote on:
What do you do between raids?
[] Look at your minions play-fighting
[] Figure out a way to light up the rooms
[] Play with the little grubs
[] Write-in
Spend Currency? (Will update before next Chapter, with values dependent on the Adventurer's destiny)
[] Buy Unit
-[] To put in which room
[] Research something new
[]Buy new Room
-[] Where to put it?
How do you want to deal with the defeated adventurer?
-[] Kill her (+2 Soul Energy)
-[] Kidnap her (
-[] Brand her
Next Raid (5 days will pass):
[] A young miner stumbles on something they should have ignored. They might have dug too deep.
[] The wall crumbles, destroyed by the animalistic strength of a humanoid, desperate for escape.
[] Once more someone teleports in a room, but this time they come in a group, and prepared. (Ranks 2 will be here.)
[] The ground shakes, and someone falls from a newly formed hole in a room's ceiling. Their hardy body survives the long fall, and now they face the darkness. Your darkness.
