“Fireball!” shouted the mage. Several balls of rapidly expanding heat were sent flying towards the minotaur. It cleaved through each of them with the greatest of ease.
A knight appeared from underneath having traveled next to the balls of fire, and he found the most opportune moment to strike at the boss. He impaled the monster and activated his skill, greater strike, his blade reddened and hissed at the very air that dared to touch it. He thrust the sword inside the minotaur’s abdomen and went upward, slicing the beast in two.
“We did it!” cheered the cleric, she started jumping up and down in excitement. Her vivacious breasts were bouncing up and down underneath her blue and white robes. She gained more than a few lustful stares from the knight and the mage. “We finally got the treasure!”
“Heh. Yeah, we did it.” The knight paused several times in his sentence. It was almost like he was distracted and kept losing his train of thought.
The smallest of the group, the mage yelled, “Alright, team! It’s not over until we actually get the treasure!”
The cleric whooped, “Right!” her smile was beaming brighter than her blonde hair. With a bounce in her step, she approached the Mage along with the knight that was still ogling her. The party surrounded a large, sturdy chest that covered in all sorts of underuse. No key was necessary for the chest as two golden latches only secured it.
The cleric and knight waited in bated anticipation at the spoils that were to come. “Alright, here we go!” said the mage lifting the chest’s lid, his smile faded, and he let out a shriek. The interior of the chest was pink and fleshy, organs inside were undulating, inflating and deflating. Two mandibles gripped his torso and pulling him inside.
“No!” shouted the knight. He tried his best to keep the mimic from eating his party member. The mimic’s lid grew teeth all around the edges of the opening, shutting it impaled the mage bisecting him, with all the force the knight had pulling his friend it sent him flying off balance a few feet. He shouted, drawing his sword. “Y-you damn box!”
However, he didn’t get very far as a loud thunderous crack echoed across the room along with a skittering of a wood. He dropped to his knees falling face forward.
30 Damage dealt! Target unconscious!
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The cleric smirked with her broken staff in her hand. She quipped, “Huh, I expected more out of that.” She shrugged and pulled out a dagger. speaking out loud, she crooned “Oh well.” Plunging the dagger deep into his neck.
Critical Strike! 70 Damage dealt!
Target afflicted with bleed! (-2 HP/s)
“Hmph. Whatever,” she spoke without care leaving the dagger in the knight’s neck to keep the remaining bleed effect. She sighed and looked at the mimic; it was happily digesting the upper half of the mage by the signs of it returning to its dormant chest state. Her hair shortened and darkened. Her chest size shrank greatly. She took a seat on top of the mimic. It didn’t react. “Hey,” she started, “You listening?” The box didn’t respond. She squinted and kicked the box with the heel of her boots.
The mimic now enraged tried to open its lid but couldn’t. She smiled and laughed, “That got your attention.” The mimic started to grow vaguely spider-like feet. She grabbed one as it came out and tore it off.
Its purple blood splattered over the ground. It screeched in pain. She spoke assuringly. “Easy there big boy. I’m not here to fight you.” The mimic hesitatingly stopped struggling. “Good.” she purred rubbing the lid as if the creature was a domesticated animal. “I’ve got deal for you.” The mimic developed a single stalk eye to look at the female. She continued to use her soft words. “So, you figured it out?” She jumped off the mimic and stretched out her arms as if to embrace someone in a hug. She excitedly yelled, “Yup! I’m a changeling. And you guessed it, and we’re cousins! Name’s Ling by the way.”
The mimic grumbled, and Ling nodded. “Yup, I can understand you.” She went back to her original spot on top of the mimic. “Now about that deal.”
The mimic grumbled and made general noise.
“You join my party!”
The mimic stiff groaned and grumbled.
“‘What do you get out of it’? Hmm.” She pressed her hand against her face. “Food?”
The chest grumbled very dejectedly.
“Shiny things? Sure? But, I’m only giving you a quarter of the shiny things.”
The mimic grumbled in agreement.
Congratulations! Mimic has joined your party!
Ling smiled and shouted, “Neato!” Another screen popped up shortly after.
Target has been killed! Gained 40EXP! Level Up!
Ling was nearly bursting with laughter, “Pffft. Tanky little boy, weren’t you?”