Dungeon Calamity by Dakota Krout

Author:Dakota Krout [Krout, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-15T07:00:00+00:00

~ Chapter Twenty-Four ~

I knew they were Necromancers almost as soon as they walked in. Their auras stank of death and fear. Also, they soon began throwing around infernal Essence. It didn’t help their case when they brought a Basher back to life, either. I glared at them as they walked along my tunnels, using the poor bunny to set off each trap in their way.

“Too bad we had to lay low. I’d love to be there when the ranks are ‘bolstered’.” One of the reeking men giggled at whatever twisted thoughts were niggling along his puny mind. “Gonna need a lot of ‘em to finish off the Lion Kingdom.”

“Not really. They are so weak from that mushroom plague that they are on the verge of collapse already,” another commented, making me annoyed. I get it, I did something dumb. “I bet we could finish the Lion off with one solid attack.”

The Mage in their group spoke suddenly, making the others flinch at the venom in his tone, “Rushing ahead is what got us into this mess! First the lost war and now a mere ten years after what happened with Kantor, where we found the key to victory, you want to rush again?”

What the abyss? Kantor? What did they do to Kantor? How did they do something to Kantor? I was sucked into the conversation, listening raptly, even while boosting the traps and outfitting the Goblins with better gear. Even my Cats were getting a bit of armor on them. The Bobs were frantically drawing Runes and preparing for a full scale war against the five men. I started pulling out the weapon we designed after the terrifying greasy man threatened me.

“It isn’t about rushing, per say,” the first invader wheedled. “It’s more… getting a nice place in society while young enough to enjoy it! We’ve been on the outskirts for so long, pushed down whenever we got close to respect. I think it is time we got ours! Got our chance to be on top!” The other C-rankers grinned and nodded along with the impromptu speech.

The Mage had a look of fury on his face. In a fit of anger, he swung his fist and reduced a Basher to a shower of gore. “You fools,” he breathed softly. “What have you done to earn a place in society? You self-righteous, entitled little shits. Have you learned nothing from The Master? You think that we are here to play at being better than others, to lord our victory over them? That when we inevitably win, we are going to be the oppressors? Fools.” He cursed loudly and marched past them.

“Well, then, what’s the abyssal point?” the ornery speaker broke in. “Why bother with all of this?”

“Why indeed.” The Mage looked over coldly. “Since you seem to have forgotten, I’ll make sure The Master gives you a refresher course.”

“Hey, hey. No need for any of that! I’m just making conversation!” The man had broken out in a sweat now. Apparently, this ‘Master’ was a scary fellow.

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