« (Ritenzag the curseling herder) »

Ritenzag woke cursing as he slammed into the wall of his new room with an aching belly. He looked up in rage and froze at the sight of an armed and armoured Greater Troll, Dramtarog the rune lord of Torash Toreg. The damn refugee from the Scorpion Queen’s breeding experiments was grinning down at him just waiting for an excuse to attack him.

“What do you want Dramtarog?” groaned Ritenzag.

“The keeper of the outer caves sent me to shape this pitiful excuse of a dungeon into something we could use. You will instruct your cureslings to obey me. They need toughening up.”

“We don’t have enough value curselings to waste Dramtarog.”

“They won’t go to waste. Either they shape up or they go to the kitchens,” chortled Dramtarog.

Ritenzag dragged himself to his feet. “Two of my value curselings can swarm a human warrior, they don’t need your style of toughening.”

Dramtarog stepped forward and buried a fist in Ritenzag’s stomach. “Take it up with Zelorela you pitiful excuse for a Troll,” hissed Dramtarog threateningly.

Dramtarog eyed the wheezing Ritenzag. “You must have Cave Troll blood,” mocked Dramtarog. “You’re weak!”

« (Jasper) »

Jasper was having a bad time. The troll with the whip had vanished, to be replaced by a hulking light grey skinned troll. This one stood three meters tall and wore dull grey coloured plate armour as if it was light as cloth. He was armed with a massive two-handed maul. The head of the bronze hafted maul seemed to be a cylinder of lead.

The monster had waltzed through his first level in no time. Then the monster kept sending groups of curseling trolls through his dungeon. At the same time a party of workers was opening up the passage to the second level.

Jasper found herself forced to keep spawning her mobs, she was having to spend virtually all the energy she gained just to keep her first level operational.

At least she had been able to kill a few of the workers. To her frustration the trolls didn’t seem to care, they just took the dead away.

At this rate she knew that the trolls would open up a valid passage to her second level within the week.

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Then during one of the short breaks that the trolls gave her to respawn her mobs she sensed something different.

Jasper felt a very peculiar sensation. Something was setting all her hair on end. Something was scuttling through her dungeon, but it was hiding itself. She was unable to pinpoint it. But it was getting closer to her.

She prepared herself for whatever it was. It turned out to be two truly repugnant looking imps. Male imps. And considering they were naked Jasper had not the slightest doubt as to their maleness. Jasper averted her eyes – horrified. The red skinned one had nasty hooked barbs on his... Jasper shuddered in horror.

As for the purple skinned one, he had matchstick limbs and a huge pot belly. Both were greasy and they stank!

The purple one let out a wolf whistle.

“Hey babe! Wotcha doin’? Wanna good time?” said the red one.

Jasper was all over goose bumps, she backed up against the wall and prepared to defend her honour.

“Youse a real doll, pay no attention to this doofus. Say yes and we’ll have a good time,” stated Purple.

Jasper started to get a vague inkling why she had so little luck with girls in her previous life. She kept glancing at the red one’s cock and shaking her head frantically.

“Don’t be likes that doll, we know all about the second mouth you dolls have going on. Thass far badder than Red’s pride and joy,” Purple explained.

Jasper gazed blankly at Purple even as a trickle of self knowledge made her blink in a mix of revulsion and astonishment. She realized that female imps were to all intents and purposes immune to rape. This helped her clutch at her courage.

“Wha—what are you doing here?” she asked hoping to gain a little time.

“Wese here due to da big boss telling us about youse doll,” said Red.

“Yes, but youise wasna in da dungeon. Just da core and his cat companion. So we came looking for ya doll. And da boss was right, tha is a corker,” explained Purple.

“So waddya say we has a threesome doll?” asked Red.

Jasper shook her head frantically and all but shouted, “No!”

Red and Purple seemed to wilt. They looked at each other before returning their attention to Jasper.

Purple grinned ingratiatingly, “Tell ya what doll, we gonna help ya gainst da Trolls. Give ya time to get ta know usuns betta.”

Jasper licked her dry lips nervously. “OK, but no funny stuff.”

Red looked insulted, “Weuns not stupid, we can regrow parts but it is a pain and it hurts. Weuns ’ll behave.”

Jasper looked at the two obnoxious males, she decided to invest a bit of mana to ensure they were minimally armed. So she summoned up a pair of steel bowie knives. She indicated them, “Here, if you’re staying, you’d better have one of those.”

Purple wagged his tail, “Steel knives, oh wow – wow! Thaas great.” Purple examined his new treasure carefully, even as he dodged Red’s attempt to grab his knife.

« (Rune Lord Dramtarog) »

Dramtarog kicked the latest set of value curselings into this pitiful excuse of a dungeon. He watched as the threesome entered the dungeon, hiding behind their shields. Then he sniffed the air, there was something different in the air. A new scent. He grinned. The faint whiff of sulphur was stronger today. Either the dungeon’s companion had evolved, or – hopefully – the dungeon had started messing with the infernal.

Dramtarog threw back his head and roared in victory. Maybe, just maybe he would be able to force this pitiful excuse for a dungeon to become something useful.