The Stink of Sulfur

As you begin to climb the mountain, you recognize the awful smell. It’s sulfur. It could just be from the volcanism under the mountain, but it could also be a sign of demonic incursion.

Your party reaches the cave. The stench is stronger here, but not overpowering.

The cave itself seems strangely unnatural. Its sides are smooth, as if carefully carved by man…or magic.

Mokitha’s expression shows she is thinking the same thing as you. She glances at you.

“Austell, you’re the new girl, lead us in.”

You walk into the cave. You get no more than twenty feet in when it becomes pitch black. You call upon the power of your Goddess and an orb of light forms in your hand. You look up and are startled.

Twenty feet down the corridor the is a large jiggling blue cube. It is moving toward you at a very slow rate.

“Guys, I think that blue thing is charging us.”

Galin smiles. “Yes, that one is practically sprinting. We could have a rest for a couple hours and then fight it, or Mokitha could have a go at it.”

“How does something like that exist?”

Galin laughs. “They say a formidable bachelor wizard had a very messy tower and a date with a very attractive half elf. He created a live acid filled cube of gelatin to clean up everything. The cube, not being terribly smart, cleaned the wizard to **** while he slept. Then the cube managed to escape and replicate. Now you find them in places where there is good scavenging. Ordinarily we’d just avoid it, but this fellow is blocking the way.”

Mokitha steps forward. She focuses. Suddenly, her hands are on fire. She points them at the cube and flame shoots forth. In moments the cube is gone, simply evaporated.

You walk to where the cube was.

“Hey, there are some silver coins here!”

“Indeed, the cubes don’t digest metal very well. It’s hardly a treasure, but it’ll pay for a few rounds at the guild.”

Galin proceeds to scoop up the coins and put them in a small satchel.

You continue deeper into the caverns, winding around corners. Up ahead you see a light and hear weird noises.

The others look guarded and you grab your mace. You quietly slip down the corridor and peer into the antechamber.

Inside there are about a dozen tiny red creatures with enormous human cocks.

Mokitha spits. “Imps.”

Sabine touches your shoulder and whispers. “Careful not to them touch you.”

Mokitha looks back. “We attack on three. One…two…three…”

The four of you burst into the antechamber. Two of the little winged demons fly toward you.

You hold up your mace, little more than a metal ball attached to a stick, and channel your Goddess’s power. The ball glows blue and energy flickers around it like electric arcs.

You duck letting the first one pass you. You spin and club your mace into its back. You send it flying into the wall at immense speed. It hits the wall and falls to the floor, disintegrating into a pile of foul black goo.

You turn to face the other one. It is stroking its sizable cock.

It sneers. “I’m going to soak you in my jizz, priestess. Then you can spend the rest of your life birthing my spawn. You could be the mother of a thousand imps.”

His taunt distracts you. A third imp smacks your mace hand sending your mace flying. The other imp shoots a load of black goo from his cock. You spin narrowly avoiding it.

“Not so tough without your weapon are you?” The first one taunts.

That’s where he’s wrong. You channel power into your hand and swing your fist. The imps eyes go wide in terror as you hit him. He screams as the energy rips him in half.

You look for the third imp and realize it has turned its attention back to Sabine. There are three charred imp bodies by Mokitha, but she looks stunned. Galen has cut two in half and is fighting a third large imp with a sword. You correct yourself, it’s just a dagger that looks big because of its wielder.

You grab your mace and light it up. Sabine is rolling and dodging shots of cum. The very thought of what is happening repulses you. You draw power and swing your mace.

“Abomination!” You yell, as it collides with the imp, the imp just explodes.

The noise distracts the last one and Galen beheads it with a graceful slice.

Mokitha takes a deep breath and grins. “Good job. We’ll have this place cleared out in no time.”

You notice the viscous, black metal dagger the leader was carrying laying on the ground.

You point to it. “Should we take that?”

Sabine looks at it appraisingly. “Very fine workmanship. Does someone want it?”