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Bidu has a minion!
Minion the Bottled Bird Head
Minion the Bottled Bird Head
Bidu
Legacy Name: Bidu
The
Common Experiment #625Owner:
DragoncatAge: 7 years, 4 months, 2 weeks
Born: December 19th, 2016
Adopted: 7 years, 4 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: December 26th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 6
- Strength: 14
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 12
- Health: 14
- HP: 10/14
- Intelligence: 8
- Books Read: 8
- Food Eaten: 1
- Job: Unemployed
You go down the stairs and into the dungeon, your steps echoing in the humid walls that tightly surround you
As you keep going down, the darkness swallows you more and more, the smell of putrid water and dust floods your nose, nobody has been here for who knows how long...
Only illuminated by the dim light of your lamp, barely having the space to walk any further, you finally reach the very bottom.
There are prison cells at both sides of you, extending along not very far, it is certanly smaller that any anticipation made you believe.
Your eyes accomodating to the darkness of this place, there's only the sound of waterdrops against the floor, and your own heartbeat.
There are bones and spiderwebs, dead rats and broken chains, rotting pieces of unidentifiable origins scattered all over the floor...
It is a disgusting feeling, being here.
By whatever forces command you, and that I'm willing to ignore, you keep forward down the hallway.
The very last cell, the only one with a window, letting the moonlight inside like a calming serenade amongside this disgusting display.
You look up to it, untill you reaize where that light is resting.
Something is moving slowly in it's place, letting itself be caressed by the Moon itself.
You get your lamp closer, trying to decipher what it is, despite every ounce of common sense tells you otherwise.
For a moment all you see is more darkness, shadows moving defiant even under this light.
And then all turns red.
Like a devillish corpse with cursed red eyes, the creature screams a lament that echoes the chamber, it's sorrow and anger deep inside transform themselves into violent intent before you, baring teeth and reaching claws are all you see, not even the lost souls of the old tales could bear such horror within them.
By whatever miracle you've managed to get to your favor, you barely escape.
You run upstairs leaving behind this otherworldy encounter and fighting for air to get through your lungs.
In solitude and darkness, the beast weeps only to himself
And to the Moon...
As you keep going down, the darkness swallows you more and more, the smell of putrid water and dust floods your nose, nobody has been here for who knows how long...
Only illuminated by the dim light of your lamp, barely having the space to walk any further, you finally reach the very bottom.
There are prison cells at both sides of you, extending along not very far, it is certanly smaller that any anticipation made you believe.
Your eyes accomodating to the darkness of this place, there's only the sound of waterdrops against the floor, and your own heartbeat.
There are bones and spiderwebs, dead rats and broken chains, rotting pieces of unidentifiable origins scattered all over the floor...
It is a disgusting feeling, being here.
By whatever forces command you, and that I'm willing to ignore, you keep forward down the hallway.
The very last cell, the only one with a window, letting the moonlight inside like a calming serenade amongside this disgusting display.
You look up to it, untill you reaize where that light is resting.
Something is moving slowly in it's place, letting itself be caressed by the Moon itself.
You get your lamp closer, trying to decipher what it is, despite every ounce of common sense tells you otherwise.
For a moment all you see is more darkness, shadows moving defiant even under this light.
And then all turns red.
Like a devillish corpse with cursed red eyes, the creature screams a lament that echoes the chamber, it's sorrow and anger deep inside transform themselves into violent intent before you, baring teeth and reaching claws are all you see, not even the lost souls of the old tales could bear such horror within them.
By whatever miracle you've managed to get to your favor, you barely escape.
You run upstairs leaving behind this otherworldy encounter and fighting for air to get through your lungs.
In solitude and darkness, the beast weeps only to himself
And to the Moon...
Pet Treasure
Empty Vial
Hobby Knife
Ruined Book
Doves Blood
Plain Leather
Bones
Skull
Olde Tyme Barbers Strop
Half Round Handled File
Rat Skull
Broken Bottle
Beetle Juice
Acid Apothecary Bottle
Scratchy Snippet of Paper
Loose Rictus Teeth
Dead Leather
Ratkist