Succubi year 3 – SpringMessy as it shouldPadaxe wakes up with a splitting migraine. The departed souls of the succubi from the caves below sent her into a rare moment of clarity. The matriarch takes a moment to reflect on the state of the dungeon. As expected, the succubi each decided to build something different and the dungeon seems like an incoherent mass of rooms and stairs, but since this gave each of those amateur architects a moment of joy, there is no reason to change this habit.
There is a small collection of useful creatures too. Orthi are guarding the entrance with the help of a tentacle monster. The decay brutes spent their time running around the workshops, spreading a stench that would kill mortals, and it is now time to give them a better purpose in the tunnels leading to the cavern. Their slime will surely destroy beasts before they can aproach the succubi?
The few warriors still alive are stumbling around, avoiding eyesight. With the lady of pain in a coffin that is nothing to be surprised about, but this cannot do, and Padaxe is going to remedy this situation.
First she needs a lots of capable warriors, who know their trade. Some kind of trained soldiers, who are used to learn together to art of combat, at least vaguely disciplined...
Perfect.
Drinks and elvesA den of iniquity needs alcohol, not only because a drunk soldier is easier to please than a sober one, buy also because it is easier to convince a drunk temptress to play mind games with ten men and women who's only words so far are death threats.
Plus, it goes without saying that a succubus full of wine and fine food will at least pretend to follow orders in hope to find more. Since Hell has never sheltered a farm, the demons must improvise.
Padaxe yelled around the showers to get attention. She wanted a farm dug in the higher levels to grow the cave wheat they have lying around and asked the masons at the same time to wall off the area around the cauchemars outside.
Obviously this plan was popular seeing how quickly the pasture area was walled off. A tunnel leads to this small farm and the seemingly abandoned house will be used for storing seeds. With haste the succubi are burying seeds in any patch of soil they can find. For the first time in their long lives, they will see plants grow.
The indoor farm however is nowhere as exciting, but it will work as intended.
More space for the damnedSince the dungeon is going to witness a boost in population, some new rooms are needed. But before Padaxe could give orders, a metalcrafter woke up in stupor, her eyes glowing white. Padaxe knew that ancient demons has decided to take the crafter's body and gift her with a new creation.
“Oh yes, infernal spirits, make me an artifact whip or corset, pretty please with sugar on top!” While she create her precious chef d'œuvre, miners and masons work with only hours of breaks.
New tombs have been placed, because obviously that will be needed.
A new refuse area to keep the dungeon as clean as possible has been dug from the rock, with a properly placed well of souls to collect what's due. New workshops for soap making and tanning have also been added to turn dead things into useful things. Besides what's good a shower for if there is no soap?
The shower is a wonderful invention, it causes the succubi and incubi to sweat for the pleasure of others. Therefore it is perfect.
After days of crafting, the elder spirits from below left the metalworker's body. What wonder did they left in their trails? A terrifying blade whip? An indestructible helmet?
…
Off to the pumps she goes!
Padaxe was so disappointed that she did not notice a new group of migrants who made themselves at home. They gave a disgusting story about their pet fire imp who melted into a pile of goo
(great, I somehow broke them). A miner tried to lift her mood by offering her a new tear of Armok he extracted from a wall.
Preparing the inevitable for the inevitableBut Padaxe did not let her obsession go and threw her keeper of secret into her own room. The poor librarian came out hours later, visibly shaken and holding a pile of orders.
The first request is for a new lady of pain. This quickly led to decent amount of bickering. Some did not want to go back to battle, some wanted to be the leader and finally some did not want anything but liked stirring the animosity.
Eventually, an ill mannered temptress ended the debate by claiming an unrelated title for herself. Displaying her extensive knowledge in the use of a crossbow, she nominated herself as an enforcer and a new name, Boltgun. Such move inspired such spite that a furnace operator melt the only crossbow found in the dungeon.
In the end, one dyer with no skills has been chosen to be the new lady of pain. She should not be too upset.
The second order is to melt down any weapon and armor made of very useful or very useless materials. So silver blades and stygian blunts are to be thrown into the furnaces, steel and rusty metal will also be collected.
The third order is to make full sets of stygian bronze armors. The remaining useful metals will be turned into blades and axes. The Equine Seduction led by the lady of pain will only use pitchforks, a traditional weapon to torment the (soon to be) doomed.
And the last order cannot be written down, only whispered in the dark.
Meanwhile, Meph works on his masterworks.
(huhuhu)
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