Will you choose a reward of weaponry, or armour?” “Great warrior, you have ceased my futile wanderings. From the steaming carcass I pulled a hunk of edible-looking meat, which was wrapped for later consumption.Īs I did this, the geas-bound spectre drifted through a nearby wall. I then repaired to a nearby corridor and repeated the process, luring the slow old creature to its incremental doom, eventually cracking it’s carapace and soaking the stone floor with ichors. As the crab bumped under the narrow arch to follow its prey, I delivered a pummelling blow to the creature’s topside, momentarily stunning it. However, the weight of such a sizeable extremity appeared to slow the creature’s pace and I was able to lead the fight through a doorway, behind which I lay in wait. True to the ghost’s description, it brandished a formidably-armoured, vicelike claw with which it blocked all my attempts to slash at its body, whilst inflicting nasty jabs and pincer-like squeezes to my limbs. A mottled blue hulk dragged itself into the room, eyestalks waving. Whilst pushing random sections of wall in hope of finding more hidden scrolls, I heard a chitinous scrape from behind me. I agreed to keep an eye out for the beast and the spirit seemed mollified, drifting off through a nearby wall.Īs it happened, the crab found me first. Upon further questioning, the object of the spirit’s revenge was described to be a larger-than-usual sewer crab, ancient and wary, equipped with a gargantuan claw capable of parrying all but the most stealthy attacks.
Slay the crustacean that has taken my life…” “I am under a geas… I require your aid, warrior. “Are you friend or foe, spirit?” I asked in wonder. I now held my sword ready, although I doubted if it would slice ghost-stuff. That is, until my fleshly existence was ended by one of the cancerous creatures that scuttle down here…”
SHATTERED PIXEL DUNGEON CEREMONIAL DUNGEON FULL
“I was once like you, warrior… strong, and full of hot blood. An insubstantial figure floated in the centre of the small chamber and a reedy whisper addressed me: A milky whiteness was about me, which withdrew as I cast about the room for my weapon. A half-formed cry escaped my lips and I scrambled to my feet. I was awoken by a soft fluttering against my face. I resealed the hidden door and, after consuming a ration pack and attempting to position myself so that any intruder would wake me, fell into a deep, leaden sleep. Regaining my feet, I saw the room concealed a pair of magickal scrolls, which I scooped up eagerly. The section of stone wall I had rested on appeared to be covertly hinged, swinging inwards to reveal a dusty hidden chamber. They flew open a moment later- I was suddenly falling backwards! Landing awkwardly on my pack, I levered myself onto my elbows and looked around. In a deserted corridor I leaned heavily against the wall and closed my eyes. Amongst debris I found a pair of intact potion vials, although on inspection I couldn’t recognise their specific use.Įventually, I knew I must rest and eat. It was heavy and clumsy for me to wield, but I took it anyway. Within a locked chest, to which I later uncovered the crude iron key, there lay a long and wickedly pointed dirk. From the gullet of a slain sewer snake I pulled a precious sungrass seed, viable and imbued with healing properties.
I grew numb to the slaughter, pausing less often to cleanse the blood from my sword and hands. My throwing stones gradually chipped and crumbled to dust from repeated concussions against rat and gnoll skulls. I perfected my technique, baiting my foes then hiding beyond doorways to cut them down as they rushed through. The more I killed, the more capacity for killing I seemed to possess. Perhaps worst of all were the relentless clouds of biting, stinging flies which appeared to multiply endlessly before me as I slashed them down.īut even as I endured these trials, by degrees I felt myself growing stronger. Motile, semi-sentient blobs of black goo tried to digest me, coating my boots with smoking, acidic ooze as I crushed them underfoot, causing me to seek the nearest puddle. Luminous, vicious snakes struck out from concealed alcoves whilst huge, sewer-blighted crabs clacked their claws and advanced ravenously. As I descended through that fetid realm I systematically cleared each room.
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