Alistair

I stomp forward, and wave my hand at the body. A skeleton steps forward, and lights it ablaze, the body a bonfire, in the cold night, anybody on this plateau could see the body burning.

“Let them be a message!” I step forward next to the fire. “Don't dare attack us, or attempt to leave!” I snarl, and stomp off, my boots splashing in the puddles of blood, mixing with the dirt.

Henry

I squat back down onto the log by the fire. Unsurprised. Those idiots would get themselves killed one day. I chuckle, and take a sip of the opium laced alcohol. At least I got their alcohol.

I glance up as Julian storms out of his tent, sword in hand. “What is the meaning of this, you bastards!”

The necromancer steps forward. “Those two attacked some of our undead. We killed them.”

Julian snarls. “I don't believe it! Our honorable pilgrims would nev-”

I interrupt quickly. “Yup. They did.” I take another swig of the painkiller, and point in the direction of the bodies. “They just so happened to lose very badly.”

Julain spins, and blusters. He huffs, and puffs, before storming off into his tent again.

I turn to the necromancer, and wave my hand, at him dismissing his presence, and return my attention to my drug of choice.

DC

For my seventh floor evolution room, I wanted mountain goat style creatures, but I wasn't quite sure how to make them, so I kind of just played around with a design, and I eventually made something similar enough except they were larger, about the size of a pony, and were far more aggressive. They could jump almost six feet with a running start, and they had huge horns that instead of curling out, curled down, and back forward, so they would point outward.

They fought for mates, and they would lock their horns together. The ones with the longer horns would have more leverage, and be able to more easily get to the opponent so they usually won the right to mate. Despite this they were still herbivores, and really only ate grass.

I eventually decided on the name Stallhorns, as they are similar in size to a stallion, and have large dangerous horns.

I also added a small goblin tribe, mainly because I wanted to watch something try to ride those giant ass goats. I do keep this floor separate from the other goblin floor, as I don't want the goblins up there to interact with the mole people, or the rat people yet.

I also add some basic stuff like I do on every other floor, like worms, and shit. I begin to size up a cat someone brought into the dungeon, so I can make something akin to a mountain lion for predators. It basically just comes out as a basic mountain lion, with almost no differences.

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I allow all this to run free, and immediately enjoy watching it.

I also begin working on some spies I can send up to bring me new creatures. I basically take a goblin, name them, and make them super intelligent, and then I give them clothing that covers every inch of skin, and a mask to cover their face.

What you're left with looks like a last minute halloween costume; aka pulling a sheet overtop of you. But in all black, and with a mask, and little goggles covering his eyes. And gloves. Ok nothing like a last minute halloween costume but the joke still stands.

I pump out 30 or so of those, and then I just release them up, and into the other area with the order of causing as little chaos as possible while also bringing me all kinds of new creatures.

I chuckle as I watch them skitter out of my opening, and into the night.

Alistair

I tap my foot anxiously, and scratch at my arm. It's early morning now, the envoy should be arriving in a couple hours, but it seems as if the pilgrims are having problems with undead, and NOT immediately killing them. We had a couple little attacks throughout the night, but we only lost a couple skeletons, and we dispatched them quite easily. The wolf human combo seemed to be quite effective, and punched out of its weight class, so I jotted it down for possibly a future minion. I also reached into my reserves of pickled corpses, and summoned a couple more undead servants including a C-1 ranked bear monster, who I also recognize as punching above their weight class, a giant praying mantis C-2, and a 30 or so pickled goblin skeletons, all around high D ranking.

Lastly, and most importantly, an Ogre. A pale white skinned thing resembling a human with Eastern features, their belly hangs low with excess fat, their hair short, and greasy, standing at 15 feet tall and in their hand they hold something akin to a knife, but as long as an average human is tall. It was C-9, and probably would have eventually broken into the B ranks if allowed to live.

Ogres, while technically sentient, and intelligent, had no protections under the laws Alistair followed, and so any he could beat in combat, he could do as he liked with them. Ogres were one of Alistair's favorite species to work on as they were durable, and strong.

I smile, and sit back in my chair while I eat a warm breakfast sandwich. Milo sits next to me anxiously with binoculars in hand, peering over the horizon to the hill where the envoy should be coming through any time now.

Milo puts down his binoculars, and turns to me. “Aren't you worried? What if they decide to kill us?”

I shake my head, and put up one finger. “No. We can win this battle even with just my undead constructs, and if any adventurers decide to get involved we definitely will win.”

Milo interrupts. “But even after they win they will send more church members to purge this area!”

I continue. “But if that were to happen it would enrage multiple other independent groups, because they would be breaking a treaty about full blown holy wars. Now if they somehow found a way around it, our guild would entrench ourselves further into your society, and send more high rankers here. We have contended, even fought with the church before, and we have held our own.”

Milo jumps in. “But-”

I continue “Despite all this, even if they found a way around it, and we did have to engage, it would eventually escalate into a full blown holy war no matter how much they deny it, and other forces would get involved. The Vorraky would most certainly send an army to attempt to subjugate the church, and they would be forced to back down, or be destroyed.” I left out the part where if they chose to fight to the death it would enrage many more groups, and the world would likely explode into world war, but that is unlikely so… Whatever!

“Oh look at them now!” I point off in the distance where a small caravan of wagons is accompanied by a group of Battle Pilgrims on horseback.