Chapter 3, Part 3: Rat Bastards
After a surprisingly uneventful sleep, we proceed south in the underground structure. Soon enough, we make contact...
It's nice and cozy here. Let's just get rid of this little rat here...
As usual, my pets will do all the work.
Paralyzing venom, eh? Good boy!
Unfortunately, I accidently clicked through the text description preceeding the next battle.
The short of it is that the Rat Lord joined the fight.
My safe little corner again...
[suddenly noticing a rat jumping from behind Nex] Look out!
Well, at least she's not dead. Dead-dead, I mean.
What is that thing?
I don' know, but we hafta bring it down, sooner th' better.
[picks herself up and brushes off the dirt] Thank you, darling.
Rats!
Everyone, concentrate your attacks on the Rat Lord. Otherwise they'll just keep pouring in.
Ne'er that easy, eh?
[noticing Nex's violent bout of coughing, Bee heals her infection]
If magic doesn't work on him, we'll just have to do it the old fashioned way!
Can you hear it? That wonderful crunch of limbs being broken?
He's bleeding profusely... one more strike will do him in.
Damned rats keep me from using my bow...
Hiyaaa!
Good show!
And the Rat Lord was no more. The rest is simple cleanup.
Bzzz bzz bzzzwzz.
I know what you mean. Apparently some higher force has decided that casters should be made of glass.
Piece of cake. Let's go back and sell this crap.
On the way out...
Hey Rad, why the long face?
Too easy... something's not right.
Bzzzz bzzzz bzzz!
Uhh, Bee, please don't interrupt, I'm trying to have a talk with Radisshu here. You know how he doesn't talk tha-
As usual, I miss most of the text description, because I'm still pressing the movement buttons before I realize there's an encounter.
[turning back] Uh? I-
What the hell just happened here?
Looks like Malac just got WTFPWNED.
Mmmfff!
The Rat Lord's back! And it looks like it cast some sort of debilitating spell...
Mmmmmmf!
Poor bastard.
Back with a vengeance, alright.
Nope, never that easy.
BZZZZZZZ!
[lets out a low bzzz of relief]
At least he isn't summoning a million rats every second.
Bee attempts casting Dumbstruck, to prevent him from casting.
The blighter resists it, of course.
I try another casting, and it fails again.
Forget it! I'm taking this fucker down!
Oopsie.
Uh oh. Crimson's paralyzed too now. Not looking good.
Bzzz bzzzz bzzzz!
(Bee switched positions with Crimson so he's not in the front line facing risk of death)
Bee, look out!
(...and is immediately thwacked - the Rat Lord is a capable melee fighter too, it turns out - but not to death)
[shaking off the paralysis] Hell's bells!
Ye stupid arse casters should stay away from melee!
A round later, John unfreezes.
Lessee here, my sword is gone, how about this... [pulls a Battleaxe from his backpack]
Means no shield for me, though.
(unfortunately, it turns out that you need +2 weapons to harm the Rat Lord; that, or unarmed/ranged attacks)
At this stage, the Rat Lord ceases casting the paralysis spell, and just pummels away. Like the Trolls, he infects his victims with a deadly disease.
Ugh... I'm hit...
Maybe I can distract him with the summoning figure, while the tiger pummels him...
One after another, the Rat Lord sends Crimson and all of our summons crashing to the floor, puking blood.
You know, if there's one thing that fickle rogue taught us...
Yes. Discretion is the better part of valor. Retreat!
Wait fer me! I have short, stumpy legs!
And thus, our scared shitless adventurers run for their lives. Minus eklektyk who wasn't fast enough, but fortunately for him the Undead Rat Lord lost interest when he fell on the floor.
Man, that sure was humbling.
Aye. Let us ne'er speak of it again.
Their bodies healed, but their egos broken, the party crawls back to the Temple of Sestuona...