Marinn crouched down when she heard rustling ahead of her. Bandits? The tractless, arid prairies of Numenor were known for nomad raiding parties. But she knew that they were primitively equipped, wearing leather and bone armor, wielded crude stone axes. Let them come and taste the enscorcelled steel of a true Shari warrior!
But instead, out from the grass peeked a column of adorable little slimes. They appeared happy about something, humming a high and merry tune as they squidged towards her. "You are just too cute!" It was a delight for her to finally see fauna not hellbent on her destruction. So far on her journeys she dispatched owl bears, shriekmaws, frog-dragons, murlocs, and fourteen species of spiders, each a slightly different color. The blobs halted.
Then the lead slime hunched down and shot into the air, landing on her chest. "Aww, you want to be friends." She heard a sizzle, saw the creature sinking into her chestpiece. It was eating it! "No! Bad! Down!" Marinn tried to brush it off with her right hand. The slime flowed between her fingers, taking most of her gauntlet with it, but leaving her fingers unscathed. "You Godcursed little glutton! Do you have any idea of what the rings on that hand were worth?" The slime beamed stupidly at her.
Several soft plops heralded the arrival of more unwelcome guests. She drew her sword, hacked a nearby one into two. But the halves re-formed into separate slimes. "Bastards!" One of the newly created blobs stuck to her blade and began munching. Arrrg! She was losing armor at a sickening rate, and they didn't seem shy about consuming the wool underneath either. The little locusts were going to leave her naked!
Fully satiated, they left in single file, humming all the way.
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"Because of their small size, slimes are often disregarded as weakling monsters and casually kicked to the side by most adventurers. However, it's still best to be wary of them; they come in all sorts of types that are equally devastating.
Purple Slimes have a mysterious tune that they hum that they use to hypnotize their prey before jumping and consuming their armor. Pink Slimes radiate a magical energy that transforms bodies. They often use it to enlarge certain body parts to the point of immobility. Blue Slimes, perhaps the most lethal, sap magic out of whatever they come into contact with.
Thousands of varieties exist, class... it's best not to find out what each one does before it's too late."
Great stuff woot! Marinn's safety in a fantasy realm without armor or weapons after the 'kawaii' slimes attack seems nil unless her unleashed assets cull the, possibly further, favor of the Gods.
Your species cross section was amusing as well Muhznit.
But instead, out from the grass peeked a column of adorable little slimes. They appeared happy about something, humming a high and merry tune as they squidged towards her. "You are just too cute!" It was a delight for her to finally see fauna not hellbent on her destruction. So far on her journeys she dispatched owl bears, shriekmaws, frog-dragons, murlocs, and fourteen species of spiders, each a slightly different color. The blobs halted.
Then the lead slime hunched down and shot into the air, landing on her chest. "Aww, you want to be friends." She heard a sizzle, saw the creature sinking into her chestpiece. It was eating it! "No! Bad! Down!" Marinn tried to brush it off with her right hand. The slime flowed between her fingers, taking most of her gauntlet with it, but leaving her fingers unscathed. "You Godcursed little glutton! Do you have any idea of what the rings on that hand were worth?" The slime beamed stupidly at her.
Several soft plops heralded the arrival of more unwelcome guests. She drew her sword, hacked a nearby one into two. But the halves re-formed into separate slimes. "Bastards!" One of the newly created blobs stuck to her blade and began munching. Arrrg! She was losing armor at a sickening rate, and they didn't seem shy about consuming the wool underneath either. The little locusts were going to leave her naked!
Fully satiated, they left in single file, humming all the way.