《The Dead Dungeon》Ch. 4 Variety
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[Creature absorbed! A new monster has been added to your bestiary. Due to the type of mana your dungeon uses, your monster pattern will be altered.]
'Yes! way to go Bruce! MVM most valuable mouse!' RJ cheered as the snake died and was absorbed into the dungeon. 'Alright, lets see what we got, come on giant anaconda'
[Beastiary entry: Bone serpent, These skeletal undead are often found in plagued deserts. The necrotic energy that infuses their bones allows them to stalk prey just as they did in life, Only now they are far more deadly. The serpents ribs, spine and jaws are reinforced, able to wrap and pierce a targets body without risk of the thin bones breaking.]
'Oh.... well. Thats... yeah. guess... guess i should create one?' RJ focused and spawned his new monster.
Hundreds of thin rib bones clicked softly on the stone as a skeletal snake, a little more then four feet long came into existence. The head with it empty eye sockets turned left and then right before it focused in on RJs core. Looking closely one might notice that it's lower jaw was actually two seperate mandible like jaw bones with long serated teeth. It slowly began to slither forward, the ribs making a very soft staccato clicking that was very unique.
'HOLY.... Ok... good snake, what are you doing? nooo. NO!... don't you DARE!' The rest of RJs thoughts were drowned out in a long piercing wail as the skeletal snake climbed up his pedestal and happily curled around his core. the Bone serpent cuddled up tight to the core circling it repeatedly with its coils as if it were a heating rock.
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A few hours later, RJ finally managed to calm down enough to check his other notifications. 'Oh... Achievement.'
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[Achievement earned - Paradigm Shift: Your monster defeated a creature that would have been its predator in nature. Prey type monsters gain a bonus against predator type monsters. ]
'Huh, well i was totally expecting some revenge of the ghost mouse type thing, but that is pretty useful. Especially if i'm going to have to keep working my way up the food chain.' RJ sighed and once again tried to shoo the bone serpent off his pedestal. It ignored him.
[Ding! you have gained 7 mana!]
'Oh good, i was beginning to worry i was going to have a straight tunnel from my entrance to my core room when i was discovered. Now lets continue my theme.' He began to cackle evilly, but the slithering clicks of the serpent tightening around him caused him to squeel in fear instead. 'eh gods... got to get over this fear of snakes.'
Checking his costs he realized that each mana point would summon him either five ghost mice, or two bone serpents. He went ahead and placed a pack of mice in the faux cellar, they would make for a good early warning system and he doubted people would be wary enough to spot them in the first room. Next he spent a mana to add a bend to the tunnel coming down from the cellar, the ninety degree turn leading into another room which he spent a mana to expand into a thirty ft. long, fifteen ft wide, ten ft high hallway like room. Here he started to put his plan into action.
The room appeared to be a traditional dungeon hallway, except that it appeared to be defunct. Pressure plates on the floor were broken and sticking up noticeably, rubble lined one wall, a battering ram trap hung uselessly and the walls were covered in spear holes that were mostly full of rubble or caved in. for every ten holes that were defunct decoration, one was an actual passage into the warrens running around the outside of the room. here he spawned four bone serpents, two to hide under the fake pressure plates, and two to hide in the fake spear slots. Any one checking to make sure the traps were really broken was going to get a nasty suprise. As a final thought he dug out a ten ft deep pit trap infront of the exit of the faux-trap hallway. Over it he created another fake pressure plate with a large rock sitting in the center looking to have fallen and cracked it in two. He was very careful to make sure that any more weight on the pressure plate would cause it to collapse, sending shards of stone and the boulder itself down into the hole with who ever was foolish enough to step on it. At the bottom of the pit trap he placed another pack of ghost mice, adding in small mouse holes and attaching them to the warrens so they ghost mice could explore when no one was in the dungeon.
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With that, all seven mana was spent, and he had another day of waiting, at least now with the entrance open some new creatures could be attracted. Maybe he'd get really lucky and a bear might try to make his cellar its new home! RJ happily day dreamed about what other creatures he could turn into necrotic horrors. The bone serpent moving around him brought him literally screaming back into the present. 'ACK! jeez... ah i should name you, maybe that'll help with the fear. Well, i already have a Bruce. How about we name you Alfred. If that sounds good, then please go introduce yourself to Bruce and get OFF MY PEDESTAL. If not i'm naming you Slinky'
Alfred the bone serpent slowly uncoiled and slithered down the pedestal, seeming not dignifying RJ's threats with a response. He was off to meet this Bruce, they had much planning to do if they were going to keep their silly dungeon core safe.
Bruce, for his part, was vastily relieved to not be the sole line of defense for his master. What if that snake had been magic and cut actually kill him? what would have happened to the core? Bruce shuddered at the thought and then turned around to see a skeletal snake head right behind him, nearly touching his back! Bruce whirled and brought a mouse paw down on the bone snakes skull. To his suprise the little punch connected cause the snake to flinch in shock. The looked at each other for a moment, before the most epic snake vs mouse wrestling match ever commenced.
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