Crixus, along with 40 bodyguards, his son and advisor Akaos and his 5 wives: Hethress, Meikosil, Bhenkumbyrznaax, Ingath, Agatan were in front of the ancient Vrender fortress, created thousands of years ago by the fire giants, on the outer slopes of the Tesor volcano, one of the 7 volcanoes that surrounded the Valley of Shadows. The fortress was located on the Vrender volcano, in front of it stretched the vastness of the Mardor desert. The ancient fortress was protected by several protective spells that could only be deactivated by royal blood. Everyone was anxious for the upcoming expedition.
The morning suns, still timid, cast blue rays over the arid landscape. Crixus, in his immense natural form, observed the Vrender fortress, rising imposingly before him.
"Father, are we ready for the expedition?" The voice of Akaos, his son and advisor, rang with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Crixus nodded, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the fortress.
"Yes, my son. We are ready to take the key piece of my plan, which will bring me safety and power."
Hethress, his first wife, approached, her eyes shining with the promise of adventure. "Crixus, husband, our destiny awaits us. The treasures of the age of the Gods are just a few steps away."
"Yes, Hethress. Ingath, do the honors." Crixus gestured toward his 6th wife, who waited in silence.
Ingath stepped forward, drew a dagger from her belt and cut her palm, with a quick gesture of her hand, blood flying in front of her, touching the magical wards, as she spoke.
"I am Queen Ingath the Thunderer, and by right of blood I come to take what is mine!"
"Father." Akaos exclaimed, making a gesture that invited Crixus to be the first to enter the fortress in over 25,000 years.
Crixus smiled, a gleam of determination in his eyes. "Yes, my son, let us recover what is rightfully mine."
Crixus's five wives approached, each with a different expression. Meikosil, as always cold and distant, watching everything with her curious and analytical mind when she was engaged in magic, looked at the fortress with fascination.
Bhenkumbyrznaax, the most cruel, greedy and selfish of his wives, kept her gaze fixed on Crixus, possessive, her thoughts varying between hatred for the other wives, especially the youngest, the succubus Agatan, her husband, and how much more gold she would add to her nest, with the treasures of the fortress. Ingath, the most violent of the wives, living up to her hair of living flames, carried her staff with pride, ready for battle. Agatan was the one with the calmest mind, her mind always had two trains of thought, her Goddess and all the lewd things she would do as her husband, for eternity, she was the only one who did not wear clothes, in fact refusing to cover her perfect body, her beauty and sensuality were her clothes.
"Crixus, be careful," Hethress whispered, placing her hand on his arm. "The fortress is dangerous, and the legends about the creatures that inhabit it are frightening."
In the background they heard Ingath's grumbling.
"Don't worry, Hethress," Crixus replied, squeezing her hand. "We are prepared to face any challenge. And together, we will win."
With a firm gesture, Crixus ordered: "Advance!"
The 40 guards, in formation, moved towards the entrance of the fortress, which was now visible to the naked eye, after they passed the limit of the magical protections, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the cold, rocky slope. Crixus, followed by his wives and Akaos, entered the Vrender fortress, ready to take his prize.
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After crossing the entire Fortress complex, Crixus and his troops arrive in front of the vault where the Forge of Creation is kept. In the heart of the fortress, there is the Golden Soldier.
It is a small room by fire giant standards. If something goes wrong, there will be a knife fight. There is room for a maximum of 6 people in the room. My 40 elite giant warriors cannot be used.
“Father, let your wife, Queen Ingath and 4 of her bodyguards go ahead,” Akaos advises.
"Yes."
The echo of firm footsteps resounded through the entrance to the room ahead, interrupting the ancient silence that hung in the air. An imposing figure, a golden armor adorned with engraved lightning bolts, appeared in the shadows. It was the Golden Soldier, guardian of the royal vault, an imposing, steampunk-style golem, a powerful presence. His robust armor, predominantly golden and immaculate over time, does not reveal his millennial existence. The dome-shaped torso displayed a circular hatch, and exposed beams of red energy ran down its powerful arms. The intricately-mechanised joints and exposed crystals indicated great strength and mobility. Its armor, without “eyes” or “mouth,” revealed nothing of its interests, adding an air of mystery to its imposing figure.
Queen Ingath the Thunderer advanced with determined steps, her presence radiant and powerful, accompanied by 4 of my bodyguards. The fiery aura surrounding her shook the air, while her voice, roaring like a furnace, cut through the silence.
“Guardian of the royal vault, I, Queen Ingath, the Thunder, claim my blood right to this sacred place. Open the doors, for royalty demands access to what is rightfully theirs.”
Her voice echoed off the stone walls, instructions of authority and power. The Golden Soldier’s remains impassive. The right golden hand, slowly moved towards the sword that hung at her waist.
"Mockery: Your claim will be proven, Queen Ingath. The royal vault is not opened for just anyone.
Mockery: You little piece of dung." The golem spoke in a monotone with his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"Insolent machine, I am your Queen, open the vault, you old piece of junk!" He screamed in hatred at the queen in front of him and humiliation before his king and husband.
Tension hung in the air, brought by the promise of a confrontation. Queen Ingath demanded, facing the guardian.
The battle of wills had begun.
"Mockery: Insolent machine? Old piece of junk? Oh, yes, little piece of dung, I am all that, I am fine, and you?
Statement: For 23,750 years, I have been in this fortress doing nothing only to discover that a little piece of dung, who died 32,508 years ago, wants to steal what no longer belongs to her." With a speed that should not exist in such a large machine, the golem draws its sword and from it roars a beam of energy, a mixture of electricity and fire.
The eldritch energy sweeps everyone in its path, burning everything. In the tight space, everyone was fried like rats in an incandescent electric trap. Hethress, as 1st wife always by my side, exploded in a cloud of ash, no one was unharmed, everyone suffered severe 3rd degree burns, many were blinded, an incredible pain ran through my body, all my eyes in the frontal hemisphere exploded.
And in a reflex I teleported myself, to the first place that came to mind, my castle, in seconds I went through the portals that led to “paradise" and sank into the my lake.”
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Ingath, like all of her race, was immune to any type of fire. She could bathe in the lava of a volcano, which for her would be like swimming in a pool of Nutella. But the other energy of the attack hurt, it hurt a lot, but what hurt the most was the shame. This "fire" was a greater weakness. Her pride was thrown to the ground in front of her husband. This foul-mouthed and treacherous old thing would pay.
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She twirled her staff with the skill and practice of millennia. In the middle of the spin, her staff transformed into a war mace at her will. The golden soldier was an Eldritch Golem, particularly vulnerable to magical impact weapons. Her brain shut down and she gave in to the berserker fury characteristic of her race. The weapon hit the golem in a blur, 4 impacts that roared through the interior of the fortress, but only the first connected with the damn thing. The bodyguards surrounded the golem and began to beat him, but since only the first blow connected, the following blows did not pass through his armor. Behind her, at the entrance to the room, Akaos, recovered from the attack, through the link he asked them to divert the golem's attention until he generated a defense in the corridor.
Agatan asked the same to resurrect Hethress.
"Declaration: Your resistance is very amusing, sacks of dung. I thank you in advance for the pleasure of crushing your bones and disgusting flesh. As a parting gift, you can tell me the name of some sack of dung you don't like and I will kill them." The golem jumps into the air while spinning its torso 360° forming a deadly sphere with its golden blade, Ingath and the 4 bodyguards are thrown against the walls, making the fortress tremble. In the hallway, Akaos casts Antimagic Field in the hallway entrance, a very effective spell against purely magical beings. With this spell, the golem would not be able to launch the energy blast through the hallway or cross it.
For at least 200 minutes.
“Hethress. Her soul refuses my call. Only her husband can bring her back.” Agatan says and begins to cast a healing circle.
Bhenkumbyrznaax is seething with rage. She wants to rip Ingath’s limbs off for letting this mess happen. Her beloved husband was injured in front of her. Now she can’t even take her rage out on Ingath or the golem. Her husband would be furious if she attacked Ingath, and he has no room to personally beat the insolent golem. Her only consolation is having seen his pathetic first wife vaporized. Suddenly, now her husband will see him. His first wife has to be strong, and no one is stronger than her!
“I WILL TURN YOU INTO A TOILET!” Ingath screams, throwing herself from the wall where she fell, straight at the golem, her clothes and armor with a huge tear in their chest, blood running down from the wounds, the 4 bodyguards do the same, all shouting war cries.
Blows rain down on the golem. The sound of metal against metal is intense.
“Mockery: Nothing like the smell of barbecue in the morning, one of my masters once said.” The Golden soldier, with several dents, points his sword at Ingath’s chest. Once again the queen is licked by the magical electric fire. She grits her teeth and swallows the pain, the pain turns to hate and the hate turns to more energy in the next blow.
The golem never dodges, always trusting in its armor, the blows rain down on it, but it does not feel pain, does not feel tired, it only has 3 feelings, boredom, pleasure in killing and destroying and unconditional love for its master.
It takes another leap. His first master called this move a deadly spin, so that he could use it when he was surrounded by enemies. At the beginning of the spin, his sword hits the middle of the dung queen's waist, and he notices with satisfaction that she is divided into two parts. In the second dung, his sword and cuts the thigh muscle, leaving his opponent with a useless leg. Good thing he's not dead yet. The third one receives a blow to the abdomen, his armor is torn and his guts start to come out. The fourth one receives a blow from the side of blade, his helmet is ripped off and he falls to the ground. Damn, it's so bad when dung bags die quickly.
The fifth has its main hand cut off, and it flies across the room like a crazed spider.
Ingath looks furiously at its legs lying a few feet away from her, its face kissing the floor of the room. Turning this old can into a chamber pot won't be enough. She activates one of the 3 Heal Mass charges that Akaos placed in his magic storage ring.
New legs grow in the blink of an eye and the same effect happens to the other 4 warriors.
The four reinforce their attacks, the golem takes all the hits, its armor resisting most of the hits received but the accumulated damage has already exceeded more than half of its capacity.
It makes another jump.
"Statement: magic will not save you, bags of dung."
"HOLD THIS DIRTY POTTY!" Ingath shouts.
Each of the 4 warriors obeys the command of their Queen Mother and blinks and immobilizes the golem.
The Golem is now immobilized on the ground, its 4 limbs being held, each one, by a warrior. It receives all the fury of the Queen, with 4 powerful blows, she hits the now defenseless golem. Her blows target the joint of the arm that wields the sword, in the last blow the arm has its joint crushed and separates from the golem's body.
"YOUR NAME SHALL BE CHAMBER POT, FROM HERE ON!"
"Question: Does this mean I will not be destroyed?"
"AHHHHAAAAAAA!" With even more hatred, she continues her work, dismembering the golem. Her husband needs the golem to work, to ensure a perfect copy. She doesn't want to risk giving her beloved a defective gift.
After several seconds of cathartic beating, the golem lies on the floor, its golden torso all crumpled.
"Question: are you done, you little piece of shit?"
Out of pure hatred, the queen strikes the nearest warrior, who receives the blow in the chest and takes 2 steps back, without making a sound.
She breathes 3 times, or rather, 10 times. "Husband, we are done, your gifts are ready and the 1st wife awaits you."
A few seconds later, Crixus appears in the hallway.
He comes floating into the reach of his tentacle with a mouth and grabs one of the crushed arms and swallows it.
SPECIAL ABILITIES-Improved Copy(Su) Same. After spawning, a True Core must wait ---/--- before doing so again.
Analysis
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Registered entities:
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1- Golden Soldier, Chaotic Evil, Eldritch demon soul golem
Copy; yes/no
Pure distilled hatred comes out of Crixus' mind towards everyone in the link.
"Cru-sh-him!"
5 war maces descend at a constant pace until they transform the golem into a twisted mass of metal, which seconds later, darkens and turns to dust.
"Husband, the 1st wife did not accept resurrecting." Agatan speaks in a seductive and honeyed voice.
Crixus learned from Akaos that resurrecting and rebirth magics need to be accepted by souls. Most of the time, souls accept, but some do not. He felt that if he used even a stronger resurrecting magic, she would not accept it. But he would not accept her leaving, nor any of his wives, ever.
The gift of the Goddess Mahena was not Agatan, his 7th wife. It was to remove the need to wait 4 days to make copies, now he could make as many copies as he could per day. General Grishinak's 40 copies were proof of that.
Everyone waits for Crixus.
Soon he starts having contractions and vomits his first wife.
Deja vu!
He observes the body lying on the stone floor. She breathes softly, with one of his tentacles he pokes her. She wakes up, sits up and turns towards him.
She looks at me with yellow reptilian eyes and asks me in a gentle voice. Like the first time.
“Hello?”
FRAK!
“Hello.” Do you know your name? Crixus asks with his 3 out of sync voices.
“Of course, my name is Hethress daughter of Grmballhyst – Champion of hylasis, Goddess Of Rivers” She bows.
“Who am I?” Crixus asks, already knowing the answer but not wanting to believe it.
“Ehhheee...I don’t know…” Hethress says, looking around in fear.
"FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!!!"