DungeonCultist

Chapter 122

The ground wobbles and shakes as the hissing from beneath the meat, as the screech of the wailing calliope grows louder and louder, as the dungeon shakes. Ruptures begin to tear through the landscape around us, the serene grassy hills now peeling away entirely as the scab is ripped off. As it bursts off, pushed away from the incredible pressure from below. Wet, ripping sounds rip out through the forest as the trees in the distance are uprooted and fall over, their many deeply burrowed roots r...

Chapter 121

Somewhat startled, but eliciting a curious response to the question, the priestess moves closer to me with the monk at her side. The laughing monk grabs the wizard and pulls her off of me with some effort, as the fire-caster is struggling and kicking in her attempt to get back to me. Laughing too, but just weakly as if just very tired, the priestess raises a single hand. A pool of rainbow water, of white-magic forms in her single cupped palm. Leaning forward, she blows on it and sends a small...

Chapter 120

The meaty tendril extending out from the wobbling ground beneath us lunges forward, before I have time to react any further than just pulling back a step and lowering my head. Out of my forward raised eyes, from my lowered gaze, I see the thing fly towards my face. I see the red, gaping meathole lurch and shudder as Misses Sunflower misses the mark and instead of my throat, wraps her razor sharp maw around my horn, which was pointing straight towards her. Her wet, gooey flesh slapping against...

Chapter 119

It won’t be much longer now anyways, I think to myself as I march down the way. It won’t be much longer until it starts. I’m not dancing and skipping around anymore, I think I’m too tired for that. No, no it’s not that. It’s that I’ve come a little more into the forefront again. The first me. I’m running the show now that Mr. Unicorn is taking a breather. Besides, I think I’d be too embarrassed to be prancing and dancing around with the thief on my back. Not that that makes ...

Secondary Story - Cover Preview

Just sharing some quick and dirty sketches for the cover of the secondary story. Looking forward to when it's done so we can go live! First one is a sketch of our new protag Pen, second is just a mockup of the cover posing =)

Chapter 118

Swiping away the menu with my horn, I sigh a breath of relief, knowing that the charade is about to come to an end. That soon only one color of the rainbow will remain. All of this nonsense, all of this spiel taking place here, it’ll finally come to an end now that the hero-party is here. Out of their group, only one would be welcome here. Only the hero, perfect as he is, would be welcome here. But the rest of them, the rest of them are flawed creatures. Human. Elf. All of them are filled a...

Chapter 117

And so I continue on down the way, down through the cover of the swaying forest. But even here I can’t stop dancing to the tune of the calliope that is ringing out from far off in the distance, from the miller’s mill. The mill never stops turning, never stops spinning and neither does the playing of calliope. The strange, mechanical organ-like instrument, powered by the churning of the structure. It’s a strange sound, it sounds happy. But it’s a fake happiness, a feigned smile that ri...

Chapter 116

Rainbow light glitters on the bright blue and green grasses around me, which seem to pop left and right as they too follow the motions of the miller’s song. Everything here is bound to it. Everything here has to be beautiful. The grass. The flowers. The trees. Myself. Everything. I keep dancing and skipping down the way, not because I really want to, but because the unicorn knows it has to. It knows that this place…

Stopping myself mid-thought before I can think something...

Chapter 115

As my rapidly decaying body spirals down into the darkness below, I watch as the silhouette of thief-girl becomes smaller and smaller above me, as I fade into the depths. Her waving arm and her warm, heartfelt smile bid me adieu as the dungeon consumes me once more. The last thing I see before impact is her hand going to her mouth to blow me another kiss. I can only pray that I die before it can reach m-

I die.

Blessed be the dark-lord, hallowed be his name f...

Chapter 114

As the hoard vanishes far out of my sight, their silhouettes fading into the darkness of the wood, I feel that lurch in my gut. I feel the dead-light trying to yank me back to the rest of them, trying to draw me back into the swarm of the living dead. But my body can only do so much, my muscles that are rotten and weak and are held together by foul magics can only put up so much of a fight. Zombies are physically weak, but we are sturdy and resilient. We’re more or less immortal as long as ...

Chapter 113

The fight stretches on with neither side making significant progress either way. Every fatal blow that lands on us, every explosion that tears us limb from limb, every pure magical purge of white magic that seeks to erase our darkness from this plane, all of them are made void and null by the creeping tendrils of the dead-light. Every scratch, severance and maiming is erased from our disgusting flesh; save for those that we received before our first deaths. Those marks stay forever, not even ...

Chapter 112

The horde marches forward, ambling out of the darkness together with the creeping streams of the dead-light that sicker along the ground, winding through the blades of midnight-blue grass like serpents on the hunt. All of us crawl together towards the only thing that our thoughts have space for now, the last living things in this domain. They don’t see us just yet, apart from the sharp-eyed elf who I can see giddily jumping up and down on the tips of her toes in the back of the group as she...

Chapter 111

Silhouettes move around behind the windows of the cabin as the hero-party gathers inside and collects themselves to listen to the sad tale the graveyard-keeper has to tell. It is like a theater of shadow puppets, which we watch through the golden windows from afar out here in the shelter of the cold forest as the graveyard keeper begins telling their story. We can’t hear it out here this far away, but we all know it well and we watch entranced as the shadow of the old man moves and sways, h...

Chapter 110

Mystical tendrils of the moon-glow dead light sicker through the waving boughs of the haunted forest, reaching and extending forward only to always falter and fade back a moment later. Only to dissipate as if they were puffs of smoke that were blown away by a sudden, sharp gust; rejected from going further by the force of the cosmic rules that control the dungeon. The thing that keeps us at bay until the event has been triggered. That unseen, unexplainable force that we all know is there. Tha...

Chapter 109

The pale white strings of the moonlight crystal pull me upright into the air, bringing me back up onto my rotting feet and letting me stand tall once again amongst the crumbling, spireing headstones that are aligned before me in broken rows. A cool night-wind gently blows through the world around me, through the strangely placed grove that is inside of the dungeon. Soft, swaying blades of long blue grass shiver and lean away as I amble by, as if the ground itself were avoiding me, as if it we...

Chapter 108

Furious white light fills the air, enveloping and consuming everything that I can see; as if the room were flooded in an instant. As if a great wave had risen from the floor and surged through the many shelves, ripping and tearing everything apart from the sheer force of the heavy torrent crashing all around them. As I fly through the air, flung into the darkness by the hand of the elf, I see her slim face illuminated by the glow of the magical storm overwhelming her. Time seems to be slow as...

Chapter 107

A deep nausea overcomes me as I look at the disembodied, bloodied eyes staring up at me from the ground. The two kind, fiery energetic eyes I recognize as belonging to the wizard of the hero-party. What the hell?! Red drips out of me as I look back to the thief who is absolutely giddy. “I know you can’t talk to me in this body! But I know you like them!”

“I know. I know you do!” she says pressing herself closer to me. The shelves stop their grinding and come to a ha...

Chapter 106

Well I can’t say I’m surprised, truth be told I think to myself as I watch the hero-marker enter the map from the stairwell. A moment later a handful of the other familiar markers come into focus as they enter one after the other just behind him. Now obviously, there is an issue at hand here, friend. One I’m a little confused about myself. You see, this was the last floor originally, right?

Well, if that’s true then… where are they going to go? Is there a ‘new’ ...

Chapter 105

Hovering out past the pit, I just go in the first direction that seems reasonable to be honest. I suppose the library all looks the same no matter where you go, so this way is as good as any. Before I vanish into the shelves, I take one look back at the dungeon-master behind me still fast asleep at the table floating over the chasm. I guess I’ll just have to come back later when they aren’t completely out of it.

Going through my new memories of this place though, that doe...

Chapter 104

I fly up higher. Upwards past the shelves in order to get a good overview of the library. Breaching the surface I reach the oddly empty open space that just hovers above where all the shelves come to an end. It makes me uncomfortable in a sense as I see it, the empty. If you spend your life in the labyrinth of the shelves, then going above them, going where there is nothing is an odd feeling. We prefer it down in between the shelves. In the clutter.

Looking around I try to pi...

Chapter 103

Well. That happened.

I float.

Okay so… the dungeon-master isn’t exactly what I expected. I mean, I’m not disappointed I’m just… I dunno, not as impressed as I thought I would be, you know? I suppose the mental image you have of someone never really stands up to the real deal once you actually meet them in person. But they’re actually kind of a jerk, ah, bummer. At least they’re friendlier when they drink, but uh, that’s probably not great eith...

Chapter 102

Uh, I don’t feel so good I think to myself as the wailing elf thrashes me around wildly. The dry library air is terrible for me, the strange somber feeling I have been experiencing here the whole time seems to grow stronger and stronger the more she shakes me, the more of my goo flies away drop by drop and the more my body dries out. Is this what me dying feels like as an ooze? I feel like I’m dying. Disgustingly enough, I think the sweat and tears I wick from the thief’s body are susta...

Chapter 101

Looking around, I wonder what I should do. I get the feeling that the dungeon-master isn’t going to be as much of a help as I had hoped they would be. They want me to leave the dungeon, but they are also apparently so bored that they’re willing to let me stay here and suffer longer just so that they have something to watch. Obviously, my use of the term ‘suffer’ is sort of stretched thin here; but that’s how I feel about it at least. I wonder if the elf is willing to talk things out...

Secondary Story - Chapter 6

Probably when this story gets released I'm going to bundle the first 10 chapters each into a double, so the intro will only be 5 chapters then to allow a 'quicker' introduction. My long rambling ways coming back to haunt me again haha

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Two dim, old-world lamps shine out before her with a pale, cold white light from their square fixtures high up on the smooth concrete walls. The dull, buzzing hum of the strange devices is barely audible however, ove...

Chapter 100

Ah…

They look at me, somewhat perplexed at my silence.

“What?”

“You’re not what I expected, honestly.” I say looking at the small, dark-haired person, creature, thing with deep eye bags visible beneath their woodland tanned skin that accentuates their red eyes. An imp? No. A fairy? No. Nypmh? No… definitely not a human or an elf either. The dungeon-master is some kind of… I dunno. Person-thing. Humanish but not. Yeah.

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Chapter 99

What an odd place this library is I think to myself as I crawl over the many floating books towards the center of the void. Then again, I suppose it isn’t much weirder than any of the other floors of the dungeon. Heck, it’s probably nicer than most of them if I’m gonna be honest. Sure, it’s a little dusty and a little too warm. Sure there’s a giant gaping hole with an infinite drop down into a screaming abyssal void. But you know what? That just gives it character. It’s like a chi...

Chapter 98

As I crawl over the ground I notice that it has an odd quality to it. It’s not like the stone floors of the dungeon, no, it’s more like… more like the grass of the forest. It’s soft, with a hard surface beneath it, just below the cushioned layer. The goo of my body drips down between the minuscule gaps between each of the short fibers of the fabric I gloop over. Carpeting? Can we afford wall to wall carpets in the dungeon? We must be doing better than I thought.

The d...

Chapter 97

Mustering my resolve I press up the stairs, my oozy body thankfully large enough to move up these steps with ease. No awkward climbing or nudging up bit by bit, no, I basically just gribble my way up them. Gribble is the word I’ve just made up on the spot and am using to describe this particular form of combined upward moving, sliding, slurping motion. I gribble. He gribbles. She has gribbled. They are gribblers. It’s a good word. I like the way it feels to think. Gribble gribble.

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Secondary Story - Chapter 5

I've edited every previous chapter of this story, lots of grammatical stuff, pacing etc

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Pen lets out a frustrated shout through her pursed lips as she grabs hold of the fabric fringe of the bottom of her ragged dress and rips off a large stripe of the dirty, oil and dust stained cloth. Pulling her leg forward she winces at the sharp pain as she looks at the deep cut that reaches to the bone, the wet in her eyes stinging from the biting of the cold, dusty air. 2021-01-01 15:33:32 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 96

Already now I sense new vibrations ringing out from far behind me, from the entrance of the dungeon floor where the hero-party has begun their daily fight to the death with the trash-mobs guarding the entrance stairs they have just descended down. They seem to be in some kind of larger fight. Is there some big group of trash-mobs near the entrance? I don’t remember, maybe there’s…

I have an idea, my goo compressing together on my front end as I instinctively try to scru...