I was caught with my pants, metaphorically of course. I was honestly putting off fighting the moles after I fought the undead version. They were a pretty good counter against me as they did what I did but better. Also I felt several of them coming at me.
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[Bonus Quest Completed]
You have slain the rabbits.
+10 Achievement Points
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[Bonus Quest]
The Moles have come seeking to end you and return balance of the caves. The Wandering Moles have remained neutral for the entirety of their existence in the caves. However with your slaying of the Rabbits, their primary food source they have deemed you to destructive to let live.
Objective: Kill the mole Wanders (0/25)
Kill the [King of Wanderers]
Rewards: 25 Achievement Points
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So the system rated them similar level to the Ophiocord, just great just great. Also since when did moles eat hares? I mean I know I can do magic but still!
Readying my club, shield and dagger I readied myself for the battle that was coming. I saw a nearby wall bubble and turn into a whirlpool. Out emerged a group of moles come out of the whirlpool of liquidated earth.
Then my [Geomancy] picked up something else a small bus sized object. Well I would bet an arm and leg on the thing being the [King of Wanderers].
One of the moles, slightly larger than his peers looked at me his eyes beady however bobbing in them was intelligence.
"Fungal Monarch, you will await the Judgement of the [King of Wanderers]" he stated firmly.
I didn't have to wait long another wall bubbled before a massive vortex swirled. First came its snout, a long pink nose with line separating the nostrils. Its eyes large and beady where soon followed by six toed claws or paws.
Simply put it was one big bitch.
"Human, you smell weird, besides the heavy notes of rabbit, you smell like one of the mushrooms, and something else, either way you have destroyed the balance in these caves." He said while his nose sniffed me.
Like a bell toll I felt several attacks coming towards me like heat seeking missiles. Like when I fought their undead compatriot I was unable to control the ground around me.
Raising my shield and activating [Force Field] & [Knight's Bulwark] I managed to barely block the mole missiles. With a mental push I took control of a fern and pumped 20 points of magic and it grew into a massive limb. Wrapping around one of the Moles in its clutches I tried to strangle the creature.
With a slash of its claws the fern whilted away. Pushed back by the force of the constant blows. I needed to control the ground around me unfortunately the energy of several moles permeated the ground blocking my control of it, and only thanks to my ability was I capable of preventing them from manipulating the ground on my feet or the shield wrapped around my forearm.
As one of them went it launch at me I decided to play the risky route. Turning my body I didn't block the blow I let pass it by me. Connecting with my [Fungal Spores] and [Flow of Combat] I laid out the changing landscape of the fight. Then looking at the corpses I remembered an ability I hadn't used [Animate Undead: Fungal] reaching out I animated the undead forms of the Fore Father and Mother. Dodging an attempted attack I used the undead hares to latch onto the Moles.
A small scuffle ensured wherein my undead minions where quickly destroyed. Running as fast I could I gained enough speed to run full speed on the walls of the cavern. With [Floramancy] not being tied up I began using to harass the moles as they began trying to stop my running.
Internally I was thinking about how I could get out of this ambush. My only hope was something changing or reinforcements coming. I tried to break the wall of magic and gain some ability to take control.
Activating the boost from [Fungal Spores] I dropped down on one moles. Landing a single hit on one landing a club strike on to the thick skull of one of them. Raising my shift barely in time to block an attack before I was sailing through the air before the ground gave a hug a rough one.
*Crunch*
"Ah, thats a bad snap" I muttered, then I realized it, karma was a bitch. I watched the moles encircle around me. As the burning stabbing pain burst along side several rub bones. This was karma wasn't it, I had gotten cocky now and only after I had realized I grown in my arrogance. First off I came here alone no back up, two I was supposed to be a leader, I couldn't sit here being jumped by a goddam mole. Ugh, I really didn't like having philosophical thoughts mid battle.
A spark, ignited a small flame. It burnt slowly melting the lump of ice that had sat in my chest. The feeling of the ball of ice was weird it hurt a slow ebbing pain enough to hurt but not enough to worry. A constant burden. I knew not when happened but the flicker of rage melted it's cold indifferent exterior. Sitting up I ignored the pains of my broken ribs. I reformed the shield remembering the plants weaved into its body. I let the anger at the injustice it burned.
How was I supposed to battle against these guys as they surrounded me. How was I to be expected by the system to fight these guys. How many intelligent beings had I killed put there by the system. The injustice was a bright kindle of the flame.
Pushing forward I ran at full speed a one of them. My rage junkie mind didn't care as I tackled the snout. Bringing my dagger I ripped and tore at the soft flesh as it shrieked through out the cavern.
The curse energy held and I grabbed onto it and filled it with my rage and my anger. It filled the cursed formation and the red glow brunt brilliantly.
Then I was bitch slapped of epic size and quality. Like a bear pelt clad ping pong ball I zoomed through the air and into the brutal embrace of very solid rock.
Hopping to my feet I activated my skill [Barbarian Tackle] I hadn't used sense I had gotten it but as I slammed into the face of the already weakend and cursed mole I held on continued to stab it as it flailed about and I felt the concussive blast on my whole body from it allies trying to get me off.
Finally the curse energy overwhelmed the now failing body of the mole. As It died I activated my [Animate Undead: Fungal] the blast of fungal spores pouring and and animating the now still warm corpse. I heard the wails of anger at me bringing back their newly dead.
My heart beat in my air as I gasped trying to bring more air into my body. Moreso as a calming technique as felt the anger calm down. I almost immediately as I felt the several additions to my broken body.
I new my minion wouldn't last long if I didn't do something. Jumping forward, I managed to catch up to the minion mole. Rasing a bulwark I blocked the attacks of its allies in life.
"YOU DARE DISGRACE THE REST OF OUR DEAD" the Wandering King yelled as it entered the fray. Jumping off the mole I raised my shield I activated [Floramancy] wrapping the hidden vegetation around the paw as tried to smite me. I felt the zombie minion rip up one of its former allies that tried to communicate to the dead. Unfortunate for the Mole, very fortunate for me bringing back another mole. As I felt my feet leave the ground at the mole King picked up its ensnared paw. The I felt force of the air parting as I pushed downward into the ground. Ouch I was going to feel that one tomorrow.
Releasing the paw of the King I tucked and rolled as my broken body parts cried anarchy and rebellion. Dodging a retaliatory attack I weaved around the rather chunky body of the King. Meanwhile I nicked it with my dagger, when It noticed I was under the fat fuck just sat on me! I mean fair, but still, asshole! My shield buckled under the stress of it weight. Pushing through the rolls of fat, and I finally escaped. Exhausted and feeling my body and mind start to flag, I saw my two zombies were pretty fucked up.
Running full speed I jumped off a rock formation, flailing through the air dagger in hand I bashed the dam things skull rattling It before slitting through the thick oily skin and hair. Jumping off I saw the indescribable anger and hatred burned in its eyes.
Now once again in stand off as my zombies swarmed the injured one I activated my domain. I could only pull off 2 ft around me but it was enough. As the mole King raised his paw-claw thingy I raised a rock barricade that blocked this time though it looked like a tentacle.
A third zombie rose and the magic control faltered even more. Raising my club I contested the strength of the [King of Wanderers] the jackass mole. Reaching over to the paw that I was battling I stabbed it causing the small vestiges of curse energy to grow. My zombies were in terrible shape but they where holding on which was the important part. As I expanded against the constricting magical force of the moles as their desperately tried to stop the expansion of my domain.
I let my anger, my wrath that had built up inside me as well as the ice. The twin emotions that seems to build up in precarious situations and environments gave rise to a something powerful something my own and it's name beckoned to me.
"[PSUDEO-DOMAIN OF GEOMANCY: ROVING TIDES]" I yelled pushing past the twinge in lungs and the corniness of yelling my moves, unfortunately it was part of the domain, proclamation.
The earth around me grew into restless waves, it was my area of control I took control of the small area of this small shard, far from home and yet so close. The mole fell into the the grap of my domain, large tentacles I saw, that of a kraken grew around the legs of the mole. Raising my club I slashed at the head of the King brought low.
Honestly though I was this close to folding like a goddam pancake. This broken body stuff hurt. As you can imagine.
The dam things head remained tough as nut to crack. Slamming the dagger and the club intermittently as the Mole King struggled to get up and fight.