Alexander sighed into his hand as Laytalya tugged her pants up still clueless about what was going on. Even the presence of a contingent of armed skeletons didn't warn her that she was in trouble. The large pig standing before the core chamber hung its head as it watched its Mistress fumble about, lifting its head to watch as Alexander walked past the oblivious woman to stand before it. Snorting it glared at him, it wasn't much of a fighter but if this human entered the core chamber it at least meant to put up a fight regardless of its weak state.
"Its been tough on you hasn't it?"
Alexander's words caught the pig off guard, its readied form, slacked for a second before it collapsed all together, its heavy rump slamming onto the stone floor as it sat up and started bawling, "Yessss it has! Why did I get a stupid Mistressss?!"
Laytalya whirled, almost toppling over, "Hey now I told you Shankie poo don't call me stupid!" Swaying dangerously she steadied herself against the chair, "Didn't I find us a nice handsome guy? He cleaned up all the wild gobbos, got their ears and now we can have monies to pay back big boss for all this lovely smoke he lent me. See! I'm smart!" Lifting her hand off the chair in a victory V sign, she promptly fell back on her butt and giggled.
While Alexander was more inclined to speak with the core guardian, Laytalya's words dragged his attention, "Big boss?" Looking to the pig he asked, "She's not in charge of the dungeon?"
The pig sighed, "She's my Mistress alright, shameful as it is for one as majestic and beautiful as I to say. Even more shameful is the fact the week after she woke my imperial self she went and got herself hooked on that pipeweed. Like a true addict she sold herself and her possessions to get more, so now my Mistress has a boss. Uses my dungeon to grow those horrible plants!"
The pig huffed and whined then stopped, "Wait, why the hell am I speaking with YOU?!"
Alexander chucked glancing past the pig to the core, "Because we all want to rectify this situation and I'm rather tired of killing off those I'm attracted to..."
The pig backed up, his large butt skidding roughly across the floor, "Whoa whoa whoa there fella, I'm a male pig for starts and I'm not interested in dating outside my species!"
Alexander blinked and sighed, the guardian was obviously as stupid as its lord. Standing up he moved to enter the chamber then frowned, it might be stupid but no guardian was weak. Waving his skeletal warriors forward he gestured to the pig, "Hold him down."
The pig squealed making a run for it as the skeletons trotted forward, "Nonononono I'm too pretty to be sodomized by an ugly bastard like you! Take my Mistress! Leave my butt alone!!!"
Laytalya gave a tipsy purr as she leaned on the stone throne, "Yesss leave old Shakie poo alone, I'm fully game if you are..."
Alexander turned and reached out a hand, his gloved fingers tracing along her cheek, he gave her a smile then whispered... "Sleep."
Death Spell [Feign Death] created!
Laytalya slumped as her eyes drifted shut, a low gasp escaping her full dark lips as she collapsed before her throne. Reaching down he picked her up and sat her limp body on the throne. True to the spell, all her vital signs seemed to be stopped. While he had only intended to render her unconcious, this sort of unconsciousness shouldn't really matter. Walking back into the core room the pig was still leading the skeletons around, despite being a large fat pig, it was surprisingly swift.
Ignoring the comedic visuals Alexander strode up to the dungeon core, the crystal was a dull pink and pulsed very slowly, maybe once every thirty or forty seconds. Reaching out he brushed a gloved hand over the slightly warm surface, still he frowned, unlike his own core this one didn't offer him any interactive prompts. Glancing over as the pig ran by he coughed, "Is it possible for dungeon lords to conscript other dungeons?"
The pig almost caused a nine person pile up, it stopped that fast that the trailing skeletons nearly tripped over it. The guardians eyes were as wide as saucers as it squealed in fright, "How do you know about dungeon lords?! Who are you?! Who sent you?!" The pig made an amazing ninety degree turn, drifters wouldn't be able to pull off such an exceptional side slide as the pig stopped racing the edge of the room and charged at Alexander.
"Name's Alexander and no one sent me. I'm a dungeon lord."
The pig skidded and toppled over, the rolling ball of fat pig swept on by as Alexander stepped out of the way like a skilled matador. The pig was trembling as it laid on it's back looking at Alexander as if he had sprouted an extra head or fourth leg, "What sort of dungeon lord raids another's dungeon themselves?! Are you insane?! Is your head screwed on right?! Were you dropped as an infant?!"
Alexander chuckled pinching his lips, each question was getting ruder and he was sorely tempted to fry some bacon but he needed questions answered and he'd rather get them here rather than walking back to his own dungeon and pulling Jansea's teeth. "All I need to know is can I take control of this dungeon without killing Laytalya?"
The pig was rolling back and forth like an upended turtle trying to right its fat self, finally achieving proper standing it prepared to charge again when the skeletons threw themselves atop the pigs back bearing the guardian to the floor. The pig cursed and fought but the eight skeletons were very well layered upon its thick back. "Let me go! Let me go! You can't do this to this imperial pig!"
Alexander frowned and casually tossed out a [Blood Lance], the spear of blood spiking the floor a mere inch in front of the guardians snout, "Stop wasting my time. I want to know how I can make this mine, you tell me or I end the cores existence. I'd rather not but if you withhold information I'll have to do things the disturbing way."
The pig squealed, "Notttt myyyy butttt!"
Alexander rolled his eyes, "I meant destroying the core and making her a zombie you fat idiot."
The pig shut up and looked over with a relieved expression, "Ahhh you're a corpse fucker... whew I'm safe...."
Alexander dropped his face into his hand and gave a drawn out sigh. He had no one to blame but himself this time. "Look, I much prefer the living, that's why I want to control this dungeon."
The pig looked out from under the pile of skeletons, "Are you sure you don't want my butt?"
Alexander growled under his breath, about ready to give the order for his skeletons to butcher the fat twit when he heard cursing and swearing from the main chamber, "Laytalya gods damn you woman, what the fuck is going on topside?! Shank! I told you to let her only summon goblins, why the fuck are there zombies all over the fort?!"
More cursing and swearing shouted out as a tall figure walked through the haze, "Dammit woman, did you start in on our product again?! By all that is holy, the damn dungeon smells like you lit the fields up! Laytalya! Damn it all answer me you stupid bitch!"
Slashing through the low laying smog the figure stood before the core entrance and gaped. The one he shouted for was slumped in the throne, his throne, but rather than smoking it didn't look like she was even breathing! Worse still behind her by the dungeon core that pale freak was standing free and dandy. Alexander eyed the man in turn, the familiarity with the man was slow coming but then it hit, the guard that ripped off his copper squires! Figures a hustler like him would be in charge of a group of dungeon bandits.
The man snarled, "Boy what are you doing here? Get the fuck away from there!"
Alexander turned smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest, "And if I don't?"
The man snarled his sabre pointed forward, "You dare! Whelp you obviously don't know who I am do you? I'm Lestatt! Vice commander of Colter guard and leader of the Grey Smokes adventuring troop! Now get the hell out of there!"
Alexander smirked at the man, "Still not impressed."
Lestatt snarled and stalked forward, "Boy you dare talk back to your betters?! I'm gonna cut off your balls and let you watch as Shank eats them!"
The pig squealed to the side, "Big Boss nooooooo! I don't eat balls! You'll give this perverted corpse fucker the wrong idea about meeee!"
For the first time Lestatt noted the pig, Shank, under the pile of skeletons, "So that's it. You're the ass that let all those zombies run around top side. I thought I'd just castrate ya, let ya be my next bitch's toy boy, but guess that ship has sailed, I'll bury your ball-less ass beside Laytalya..."
Alexander was unmoved as Lestatt surged forward not wanting to give this necromage a chance to call on the skeletons, with saber raised high he brought it down towards Alexander's shoulder with all his strength. The man grinned nastily watching the prissy wizard boy lift a hand to ward off the strike, if the bastard wanted to die handless, Lestatt would oblige! Still the burly brigand was rather startled when his sabre didn't simply slash through the mage's hand, rather Alexander's fingers closed on the blade holding it fast.
Lestatt smirked preparing to pull his blade free when he noticed something odd. The hand he struck, didn't bleed. In fact the glove that was slashed open revealing a cut that surely went to the bone had started to darken and crack. Even his weapon lost its luster, he had just shined it this morn but from the dullness of the metal it looked like it had been laying in the wilderness for years. The one razor sharp edge growing dull and notched before with a snap, the top half of the blade broke off in the boy's hand.
Worse still was the glove finally fraying apart revealing a skeletal hand gripping his cracked off blade.
Lestatt backed off, slashing wildly with his half sabre, "Who are you?! What the fuck are you?!"
Alexander strode forward as the guy waved his broken weapon around, his former aire of badass bandit shredded before an actual threat. Alexander's hand snapped out letting the blade fall to the floor as he grabbed the mans wrist, squeezing until he dropped the hilt of his saber, "Who am I? Alexander Caven, Dungeon Lord. Only unlike her," He nodded to the slumped Laytalya, "I know what I'm doing."
Lestatt pulled back ready to slug Alexander's smug face when a new pain assaulted his wrist, the mage's bony fingers began sinking into his wrist, blood and flesh melting around those white digits, his eyes going wide as his wrist literally bubbled and melted, his hand, no longer supported by muscle and tendons fell off the end of his arm to splat wetly on the floor. Clutching his arm, blood gushing from his melted ragged wrist as he howled in pain. "No get away, the fuck away from me you monstrous bastard!"
Alexander matched the man step for step, watching the terror in his dark eyes grow, "Run."
Lestatt snarled, he'd been humiliated, taunted by the one that wounded him. So what if he lost the dungeon now? With Laytalya dead it was now wild anyways, he'd bring back a subjugation force and earn accolades from its destruction... as he had planned to do anyways when he had enough coins saved up. Turning and rushing away he laughed to himself, 'Yeah be smug now bastard, I'll see you ride a greased pole for this!'
As Lestatt ran a pair of figures hovered near by, looking to the two zombies Alexander smirked, "Feed." Like a starting pistol had gone off the silent zombies turned as one and plunged into the pipeweed smog like a pair of hunting dogs racing after the distant shadow of Lestatt's back. Turning and walking back to the core he heard a scream from the other end of the cavern, wet and agonized. The cries of denial, the begging, the curses of damnation continued for a couple of minutes before it went dead silent, save for the hyperventilating of a large demonic pig named Shank who was eying Alexander like the human was the demon, not he.