Commission for  fenrirwulfric

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Backtracking a step to finish our tale, our current vignette takes us back to right before Alexa the Sorceress dragon met her fate.

There were three left, and Fennles, a monk of peerless martial power, was beyond on edge. It was him, the pink dragon sorceress, and a bard. They were cautious, because if all of the traps and guardians of the dungeon so far were menacing, then the final ones must be overwhelmingly dangerous. "Do you hear that?" Fennles said, his well tuned ears picking up the faintest rubbery squeak and moan coming from somewhere close by. The other two in the party were silent and focused. "It's like a...what is that? It's like a..." Thud! Something rammed into Fennles exposed flank by surprise and he stumbled forward. "What the- zombie? No, drones!" The monk felt his back and tiny splotches of rubber streaked his fingers. A rubberized ebony drone shuffled and thrust it's loins out hungrily with blind vision, and it was matched by 8 more shortly behind. The latex on his tunic and fingers animated almost immediately and began to encase his hand. "Ah!" Quickly he tore his tunic away and threw it into the now apparent and growing crowd of guardian drones that had gathered at their location, a vast army far too numerous for the three to defeat. "Forward, forward quickly! We have to escape them!"

The trio rushed across a simple raised bridge and into an ivory richly detailed passing gate, the last threshold between them and the rubbermancer castle. They were on a time crunch, a single gray doorway and a prepared small army of rubberized drones stood ready to prevent their progress, and fennles saw that his right hand was not just splotched with rubber, but nearly fully encased in a glossy rubber shell. A part of him now knew he wouldn't be making it with the others.

"Go!" Fennles barked out while readying himself for a fight. The monk dived into a pile of drones and began beating them back. "These ones are mine!" His last remaining two allies, a bard and the sorceress dragon understood the message and moved on through the thin doorway. With any luck he would join them soon, though he began to suspect as his right arm was encased up to the elbow he would be joining the drones soon. Fennles knew that being so close to their goal though, someone would have to make a sacrificial play for the others to make it, maybe they could find the throne and come back for him.

Fennles fended them off, a blow to the rubber gut, a kick to the encased thigh. Each strike the monk got out brought another spash of animated rubber onto his body. The monk was slowly losing his body to the drone rubber, quickly in a space of minutes struggling to just keep himself from sticking to his own rubberized skin. "Huff....I may lose here this day...huff...but I won't have lost for nothing. My allies will move on, and that...huff...is enough." The seemingly endless drones didn't respond to his proclamation and merely shuffled and moaned toward him. "You want me?! Come get me!" Fennles dived into the gathered throng of ebony sexually depraved drones and quickly changed from shouts of battle hungry roars to muffled and moaning cries of hunger to match his assaulters.