The White Hare

Double-Time Through the Unholy Dungeon

Blitzing through the dungeon, Jack encounters numerous undead and humanoid monsters but no sign of more prisoners or any amalgamations. Cleaning up the latest room he finds a treasure chest. The buck looks around himself and finds nothing else really around. The room was more of an inbetween. A plain room between two other rooms. There were a few monsters there, sure but nothing besides the same grim decorations covering this place.

The chest itself is made of black metal and has a pair of locks on the left and right side of the lid. A few test hits prove they are of poor quality. The lock pops off and Jack does the same to the other. Standing off to the side of the chest, Jack opens the lid and is relieved to not find a trap. Inside of the chest is an pair of empty scrolls, a chalice and a sack of coins.

The chalice and coins convert to 386 gold and the two scrolls appear to be mundane.

[Empty Scroll: High quality paper was made to create this scroll. Perhaps it was meant to be used in the creation of a magic item but the creator never had the chance to complete it?]

"If I can find a damn lemon in this world I might be able to prove if that is true or not." He shrugs. Putting it in his bag he presses on. The next room he actually manages to spot the Flesh Weaver. This chamber has two channels of black muck and multiple spigots in the walls constantly leak out the black liquid, only now it is less muck and more black water. The more solidly built channels do not allow the liquid to mix with anything. Anything aside from the blood dripping down from the ritualistically sacrificed people hanging from the ceiling that is. Their bodies are covered in runes carved into their skin. Over a dozen Dark Humans litter the room alongside numerous undead. Mostly ghouls.

Standing in the back of the room, kneeling in front of a bigger creature, the Flesh Weaver speaks in the same guttural language Jack had heard once in his last trip to the dungeon.

The humanoid keeps its head down and continues to speak as the larger monster begins to rise. Revealing a towering figure with the lower half of a centipede. Long sinewy arms tipped with decrepit clawed hands line both sides of its elongated body. Each segment that has arms coming out resembles a barrel chested torso with an exoskeleton fused to its flesh. The main body set on top belongs to a huge Dark Human with four additional limbs on its body. Warped plates of bone cover its chest and stomach. Four of its six arms wield large chopping swords while the remaining two are smaller and placed closer to the center of its body. The decrepit limbs move and twitch close to its chest.

The face of the creature resembles the same dark humans around it only its teeth are replaced with small ill fitting beaks set directly into the bones of the upper and lower mandibles. A pair of pincers stick out of its mouth, snapping against each other as it looks down at the flesh weaver. The hair on the top of its head are as thick as ropes and seem to move of their own volition.

'You can't even call it Humanoid now can you?' The buck drops his bag near the entrance as he looks the creature up and down.

The monster's eyes were in two clusters of three where normal eyes would normally rest. When they lock onto Jack the buck feels a chill run up his spine.

<<Dark Human Fleshcrafter Lvl.?? / Description: The next evolution of the dungeon beast known as a Dark Human Flesh Weaver. After numerous self experiments their body is a piece of art only another twisted mind can appreciate.>>

"Appreciate? Using human limbs for the legs and then using insect parts to cover the human centipede body? On top of that they switch it up for the main body and make it from bone. Beaks for teeth? It's a hodgepodge of thrown together bullshit." The eyes of the abomination narrow on Jack. "Oh fuck he actually understood me."