Chapter 14
by 
Devil-of-the-pen
Roll the bones
You pull out a sense of humor...
You reach in your pockets and pull out a toothed grappling claw for combat tipped with a skeletal head as the claw. You give the small head a stink eye so potent that the sky would rain dead gods if it could. You hear footsteps approaching.
Shemale orc: “are you sure they came this way?”
Albino elf: “do you think they couldve gotten further or found a better path without us?”
Shemale orc: “ok fair play. But why do we even need this thing. The hide looks cool but i was never one for looks and the “chain” doesn't even do anything!”
Your actually thinking the same thing looking down to your chest wondering why the hell you even have this thing.
Albino elf: “its a rare crafting item for a whip that can tame any creature instantly. And i wanna find it before those lunkheads do not cuz im afraid of what theyll do with it but because theyre just going to get eachother to tar and feather themselves then go make an army of chickens”
Huh? Didnt know you were so valuable.
Shemale orc: “yea theyd probably get bored then throw it away in storage without a second thought. We should probably go get them before they can find a way to break the thing.”
Shall you reach into your pocket one more time praying to get something harmless or just throw the first bomb you get up in the air and run for cover?
One more pull...
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
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