Chapter 12
by 
The Second One
What do you want?
A name would be a good start.
"I believe your names would be a good start." You reply, voice now gentler thanks to the lack of a maniacal laugh and thunderous volume. "I'm sure you have one, yes?"
The Druid merely stared, seemingly enraptured by the sight of you. No doubt she presumed you were just some higher-levelled player, merely conversing with her to pass the time. Your position as the champion of the Dark Prince was a newly made one, of course. Few would know of it yet, unless they too had recieved that mail.
"Erm..." The Druid shifts uncomfortably for a moment, before looking upwards at the sky. Or, more appropriately, the hovering name above her head. "Anise. Can't you read...?"
"I prefer to hear titles from the lips of their owners, rather than floating words." You reply, before looking down at the Druid. "Tell me, Anise, what is it you plan on doing with this Dryad?"
"Well..." Anise glances at the captive creature herself, before looking back up at you. "I was going to kill it, I guess. For the experience."
"Well then..." You step forwards, past Anise and towards the Dryad. "What does she have to say about that?"
What does the Dryad say?
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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