Chapter 7
by 
Fell17
This was an appetizer, who is your next visitor?
Slender elven mage
The door opens clumsily before suddenly slamming shut as various shrieks, cries and scratching noises are heard from the other side of the door. She jams a staff into the threshold of the door to try and further brace it.
You appraise your new guest:
Small perky chest heaves with each strained breath, some sweat adding a sheen to her cleavage. She sweeps her crimson red bangs from her brow as she gathers herself. Must be an impatient low level trying to either speed run, or sneak in between dungeon spawns after a previous group cleared most of the way.
She turns and sits on you… as the inventory opening SFX is heard.
Doesn’t matter now, what does matter is this gorgeous thing is now distracted and within reach.
What is your move?
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