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Seth Familia, Nyx Familia
Ukufa slashed at the pair of goblins. She was making more of an attempt to slow them down and ward them off than an actual attack meant to kill or wound. Unluckily the ground was not as even as it appeared. The old, damp stone bricks that paved the passageway were, well... Old and damp. Abused by the decades and centuries of both monster and human feet stomping and skittering around. And as she brought her foot down whilst stepping into her swing, the stone beneath Ukufa's foot crumbled and knocked her off balance. Her powerful swing taking her further off course. She began to tumble towards the floor and the goblins pounced with angry growls.
Evander arrived just in time to see the goblins jump towards Ukufa with menacing eyes and sharp bared teeth.
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Thoth Familia, Selene Familia, Baron Samedi Familia
With the remaining Kobold still charging, Matthias decided it was about damn time to not be letting down his bro Thoth anymore and actually get some killing done. He let up with his widespread gravity power and instead focused it on one more specific place. Namely, the remaining kobold that was charging at him and his... friends might for too strong a word. Let's say, people who were nearby. He focused on the kobold and used his ever useful gravity spell. It was certainly going to be useful. After all, wouldn't it be terrible to find out his only good spell was actually a really bad spell that couldn't even kill a kobold? That would certainly suck.
Where once there was a charging, snarling kobold there was now a mass of tangled fur and crumbled bone. A slow growl tried it's damnedest to escape from a broken throat and crushed lungs but instead, it came out as a wheeze of white smoke. Before long the whole kobold had decided to play along and became enveloped in white smoke, the creature itself faded away into the air and dissipated. Leaving behind nothing but a shiny rock and a single tooth stuck into the stones that tiled the floor of the corridor.
Almost in the same moment a beam of light flashed over and through the smoke of the dying kobold as Desna launched her own attack. The beam took the downed kobold in the chest and he burst in a white cloud of smoke leaving a shiny stone behind. Desna had earned her second dungeon kill of the day. Or, in fact, ever. Selene would surely be impressed.
Eddie, meanwhile, had been very busy and hard at work watching Randy and Co. tearing the final kobold apart. With a final burst of white smoke and the clattering of a shiny rock falling onto the floor, the battle was over.
The smoke cleared in short order leaving the team to bask in their victory, surrounded by a lovely monster-free corridor.
Plitzintecuhtli Familia
Svend's bolt shot straight and true. Barreling into the slime and piercing straight through and out the back of the creature, nailing the strange rock at the center of the slimy bastard as it passed through. Just then Zambo launched in with a flurry and sword-style slices and dices. He was slashing away at the slime as it puffed outwards as though it had a 'My Girl' level allergic reaction to being stung by all these bees. Though the bees were, in this case, a well aimed crossbow bolt and a lot of Zambo slices.
The slime continued to puff outwards until it finally seemed to go too far and burst into a puff of white smoke. In no time at all the smoke dissipated and only the strange rock from the center of the creature remained, oh, and also some slime-goop that Zambo had slapped against the wall earlier. Though the goop seemed to have lost all the life or energy it once had and was now merely a kind of gross little pile of slime-goop pooling on the floor.
Hades Familia, Dagda Familia
Artur and Dorian had, after accidentally finding themselves on the second floor, decided that going back was their best way to be going forward for the moment. An odd logic some might say, but for a pair of new adventurers there really wasn't a whole lot to do other than turn back when you found yourself stuck in a situation you were not prepared for. And new adventurers were barely prepared for the dungeons' first floor. The pair would really have to bring their best if they hoped to survive on it's second.
These thoughts, and more, were going through they heads of Hades and Dagda as they sat in Dagda's garden around a large pot of boiling stew. They couldn't see what was happening in the dungeon but the pair had, at great expense, acquired the aide of Janus, the expense being that Dagda had promised to make no more terrible jokes at him for no less than ten years. You see, Janus had the somewhat unique advantage of being a God of Beginnings. And so he knew what was happening to the pair of adventurers as they began their adventure, through the beginning of the dungeon, at the start of their careers, in the early hours of the day. And he had agreed to inform Dagda of what was happening as part of their deal. Hades, who's familia member was with Dagda's, was invited along by a smiling, though slightly worried looking, Dagda.
Now they ate bread and stew, sat in comfortable outdoor chairs and listened to Janus giving the blow-by-blow of what was happening. He told them all of the tales in his own grand way. He liked to give fancy names to things. The circular room with the passageways became The Nexus of Beginnings. Then came the accidental button pressing story known as The Downfall of Curiosity. Then, The Landing Platform. The Passageway Of Choice. Everything had a name. He even told them of the skittering, clicking, clacking noise that was just on the edge of the young adventurers hearing. He called this piece of the story The Prelude to Danger. Not something to be taken lightly, Janus knew what he was talking about.
Back in the dungeon Artur and Dorian would now have started to catch the scent of something. Something foul. As they continued to walk down the passage way it opened up into a large cavernous room. Though they could only tell it was large by the face that the could neither see ceiling nor walls through the darkness in any direction. The floors were sticky to the touch, clinging to the soles of shoes slightly as they lifted their feet almost as though someone had spilled something there and it hadn't quite dried yet. The room was quiet and almost seemed to muffle sounds slightly. It smelled like a rotting old pie, but without the pastry. Like still, damp air and the slow passing of time. Like a dusty oak-wood shelf, falling apart from the years. It smelled of inactivity. Like nobody had disturbed the darkness of this place for years.
Behind them the tinkling click-clacking of small, sharp feet on stone that had been at the edge of hearing for so long finally drew closer. It was a cacophony of noise to the silence of the pitch dark room they found themselves in. Turning to look they would see the source of the noise. A white, almost skeletal looking spider that stood at about two feet tall.
It looked pleased to see them. Though not for friendly reasons.
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