Chapter 11
by 
Fell17
Where does the elf take you?
Dining Room To sample further delights.
As your elf-mount ventures into the dining room you happen upon a fight.
You withdraw your teasing tendril from the outside of the ‘elf cave’,
<stealth roll success>
probably, with the sound of combat and on account of how wet the beautiful elf is.
A blonde… warrior? Barbarian?
The melee builds tend to look identical… whores with swords… and the odd axe here and there. Honestly, while a polearm or halberd might not be the best choice for some spots, it could easily hold a narrow corridor with the range.
Anyway, the slash-spammer was seemingly having some trouble getting the parry technique.
You urged the elf forward toward the fight, both combatant girl and helmed skeleton in a world of their own as she tries to get the timing right and the skeleton to do the only job it’s good at: distract and occupy attention.
As you both get to the fight, the girl finally manages to dispatch it with a yell about something like “fucking quick-time-event”.
She lefts go of the sword with a clang it reverberates sharply off the walls unnoticed, again by the panting lady, slouched forward trying to catch her breath. Lucky the low stamina seems to be a pattern today. For now.
Crunch goes a brittle bone from the disassembled skeleton…
( ! ) < squelchy elf fails sneak role, and not because of the lewds >
She notices.. what now?
You come into being as a low-level monster, the kind heroes chew through like popcorn. You know the drill, whether you're a player yourself or an artificial intelligence, and you're sick of it. You set out on your own quest: to defeat the heroes at any cost (or at least be an epic boss somewhere down the line).
Updated on Mar 13, 2026
by Witmann
Created on May 11, 2015
by Cantalope