>>6143905You shut your mouth again and squeeze your eyes shut against the familiarly-unfun sensation of magical fizz shooting our your nose. When you open them again, you properly perceive what had flummoxed you a moment prior: there, at the bottom of Sunset Lake, stands a strange, squat knight in odd-but-shining armour. Or, well, you ASSUME it would shine, under other circumstances: were they not so deep, or made so dirty by their duel.
The armour is unlike any you’ve seen before: a full-body suit, thick-limbed and with a domed helmet that seems to have a circular window on the face, meshed with metal an to protect a glass viewing-port for whatever little adventurer is wearing it. A huge tank is strapped to its back, and a spear not unlike your own is clutched in the figure’s grip, though it seems to be connected up by still more harnesses and uncanny apparatuses to the suit itself. Your eyes trail a longer, thciker cable or rope, stretching from the waist of the ‘knight’ and up towards the refracted light f the world above, broken by the shadowy silhouette of a boat. It’s a weird set-up for a weirder get-up, and you might not have even made the comparison to a knight if they weren’t pretty much fighting a dragon.
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">The Monster of Sunset Lake</span> has 23 HP and will require a minimum of 2 hits to slay.</span>
Oh, you sort of know the difference between a reptile and an amphibian, kind of, mostly. One’s rough and one’s smooth, mostly, right? Still, given the sheer SIZE of the Monster of Sunset Lake, and its general body-plan and all, it’s hard not to draw the comparison. ZZ wasn’t wrong: the ‘Big mama’ of all these other newt-thingies must be at least a good thirty-feet long, though a lot of it is tail. Its body is still marked by many a wound, especially around the head and neck, wreathed in a wide-cast net of thrashing, lashing tentacle-like whiskers, as if a whole plate of calamari was live and wriggling around its eyeless face and wide mouth, round and lamprey-like with its many rows of teeth.
It’s… Pretty fearsome-looking, all told. You’re sort of impressed the little guy fighting it isn’t running, since suit aside, whoever it is doesn’t look much bigger than you, and you’re bite-sized to this big beastie.
(Makes you wish you could’ve worn armour down here, but good luck swimming with any agility in THAT. Maybe if you’d had a suit of whatever-the-fuck that other shortie’s wearing, so you could just walk…)
