"You vile invaders seek to breach my defense and invade my lords kingdom? Through me you must go to reach the lord and even if I fall there are many other noble souls to stop you from pillaging our fair home!" Shouts Ridscar as he motions his lance forward, the massive serpent charging onwards with a roaring hiss as acidic spittle flies from its maw. Crashing forward the serpent rises above the now potholed bridge and hover in the air as four massive wings beat lazily in the before it begins a dive bomb towards the group.
"Shit Tobias I need something to stop that over sized eel! Lafey sing your damn heart out NOW!!! Shank and Spooky you have permission to use everything!" Screams Tyr as she winds back her lance and throws it, the single lance glowing purple before splitting into seven separate projectiles and needling into the underbelly of Ridscar's mount. With a roar of pain the beast crashes through the bridge and stops halfway, its wings and bulk getting stuck on the detritus as Ridscar leaps from its back and aims his lance towards Tobias as the gargoyle charges at the struggling serpent.
"Have at thee stone monster! Your ilk shall not pass!" Screams the skeletal rider as he swings the lance at the last second, the weapon slamming into Tobias's side and flinging him off track to run into a trap instead of the serpents struggling form.
Laughing happily at his successful attack Ridscar fails to notice a shadowed form appear behind him until several blades of oozing darkness pierce through his chest before fading, his armor now rent as another form appears from the bridges shadows and strikes his chest with an open palm. The sound of tearing metal fills the battleground as Spooky's strike caves in the chestpiece now littered with holes from Shank's surprise attack as a pulse of shadowy energy erupts from Spooky's still raised palm and smashes into Ridscar's armor, the sound of snapping bones echoing through the battle.
"Serpent's back up! Spooky keep pressure up, Shank I want you on dots, I want bleeds, curses, poisons, burns, I don't care if you pull holy damage out of your little grey skin ass you deal it like your lords life depends on it! Despot help Tobias get out of that hole and buff." Screams Tyr as the serpents tail whips around and smashes into the bather, the crunch of bones and a gurgle being the only sounds as she flies at the human group before ploughing through the grey render and Chunk combined. As the three land in a tangle of limbs Lafey lets out an ear shattering screech, several translucent waves ringing from her throat and slamming into the still trapped serpent. As the waves hit the crack of scales breaking can be heard before the beast is ripped from the hole and thrown across the bridge landing on a new wave of skeletal guards.
"Damn thing isn't a serpent its a fucking wyrm! Lesser type of water dragon and rarely hatched from sea serpent eggs. The deadhead must've beaten it in combat back when he was alive to gain it's respect enough to tame it. Sensitive to wind, lightning and earth magic." Shouts Lafey as Tobias stumbles back into the battle and pounds his fists together, spikes of stone appearing on his knuckles as he lifts off and flies at the struggling wyrm with a wound up haymaker aimed at its chin.
"I be thinkin' I can help during dis fight!" Shouts Slax as he steps forward and throws several dice toward the ground, each one landing on the number three and glowing before three stone totems burst from the earth and crackle with electricity before a bolt bounces from one to another before flying into Ridscar's body sending him into spasms.
"Brutish beasts, using foul sorcery and underhanded tactics to try and bring me down. But I shall not go quietly fiends!" Shouts the captain as he recovers and tosses his lance aside before pulling out a massive double headed axe, a sharpened lance blade at the end of the handle. Letting out a roar Ridscar winds back and swings the new weapon as his body begins to twirl quickly in circles, the blade creating a blender of death and destruction as everybody runs to avoid the spinning boss before he abruptly stops and begins teetering in place.
Letting out a sadistic laugh Shank rushes forward with a stilleto in hand, liquid flames dripping from the blade as he plunges it forward towards the boss before his eyes widen in horror and he jumps to the side as a phantasmal skeletal fist slams into the area he once occupied. Barely escaping the rebuke Shank glances at the stiletto still in his hands before smiling sadistically, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a ghostly blade and a small green orb before smashing both onto the still flaming blade. As the orb splatters against both weapons they melt into one another before a new weapon takes its place, a stilleto blade combined with a throwing dagger pulsing with ghostly energy as well as dripping flames. Shank smiles and hurls the new weapon towards Ridscar's form as he finally recovers and uses his axe head to block the attack before standing in confusion as the blade flies past him and explodes in the distance, followed by a roar of pain and grief.
"Simple dead man, you fight with honor but your master has corrupted you. Your men shamble for they are dead, your mount suffers fighting a war it has no stake in, and you defend a false lord and an already fallen kingdom. Fall before us so you may at least find honor and peace in death." Shank whispers seriously, the madness in his voice gone as he stares into the green flames of Ridscar's eyes as the skeletal boss shakes with rage. Charging towards the goblin the captain of the guard falls forward his legs still moving forward several steps before losing momentum. As he crawls towards the goblin, Tyr limps forward, in her hand a longsword still running with the rotted flesh within Ridscar's armor. Kneeling down she pins the blade through his chest, tacking the undead bosses body to the ground as he goes limp and falls forward.
"Heh....At last....Free those beyond the gate from their suffering noble enemies. The throne has been corrupted, they know not what they do except serve and protect. In my pocket is a rune for Wim my mount. Break it and he will be free of this place that is all I ask. That and make the whisperer suffer." Whispers Ridscar as the flames in his eyes snuff out, his skeletal body slowly turning to dust as his axe and a small crystal are left in his place.
Tyr limps forward and stomps down on the crystal, a shattering noise filling the area as a roar of happiness comes from the end of the bridge and the wyrm soars above the party. Looking down upon the group it nods once and lets a tear fall before rushing forward and disappearing from the sky as it leaves the dungeon.
"Everybody rest up, heal, repair gear. Have food and drink and make sure your prepared. It only gets harder from here." Tyr yells as everyone nods seriously and begins getting to work as she limps towards the axe and reads the prompt in front of her.
{Congratulations Tyr Vore! You have defeated the secret boss Yorn the Wyrm Rider! For defeating this evolved form boss you are rewarded with Weapon-Yorn's Hope S ranked Axe-Lance Description- This blade was painstakingly created by Yorn Ridscar Guard Captain of the capitol of Gotyr and secretly their only wyrm rider. Using the shed scales and blood from his mount he imbued this weapon with every hope he had of freedom and peace as the darkness slowly whittled away at his sanity. In his last moments he finally managed to free his mount and in death watches over whoever wields this blade.}