Lord Owster Rotwell, we are under attack!
Owster scratched his freshly shaved jawline, his eyes focused, looking deeply in his magical book https://peakmonsters.com/ compendium.
Peakmonsters magic book turned his pages autonomously within blink of his eyes.
Analysis...he whispered..
Which minions are at hand and could be summoned for his next battle?
This one is too expensive hmm..this one is useless..hmm...
Hmmmmm...
Haunted Spider..
Alpha edition..
Looks like his price is significantly less comparing to the time of his...glory?
...such a beast..much poison...
Hmm...the price of summoning is not bad.
...Should I?
Owster closed his magic book and called his trusted companion Skeleton Assassin..
Quickly, quickly now...go and call him!
Zzzzzz...chrrrrr.... Haunted Spider rustle in his sleep.
Its been a while since this old rusty Haunted Spider had piece of real action.
Chrrr...I remember... those times of glory... spitting venom across the battlefield.
Basking in furious rage spitting and corroding armor of toughest warriors!
The scream, yes yes...the hatred flowing through me...so..nice..so beautiful!
Those were the times when Haunted Spider reigned supreme across the lands, across the dark forests and the deepest darkest dungeons.
Much of his enemies feared the stampede of his many legs and the smell of acidulous poison on the battlefield.
Many brave heroes got petrified and quickly fainted under his strong poisonous odor.
Yesss...the smell of burning acid and the cry of many soldiers stomped under my legs...
Yesss...those were the good times!
Oi Oi...
Minion...wake up...you old lazy creep...
One spider eye open up...
Multiple spider eyes open up...
Haunted Spider woke up suddenly from his deep beloved dream...
Shssss...who dares to wake me up from this beautiful dream?!
Skeleton Assassin standing idle spoke with the most subtle monotonous robotic voice possible...
Your master... Lord Owster Rotwell...is calling you to arms!
We are under attack!
Shssss... this cannot be...its been so long...aaach...
Skeleton Assassin looked hopelessly on his tiny rusty scythe.
We are losing the battle and my Master called for you...
There are many warriors in full plate armor and we need your poison acid, once more!
Shssss, shssss...old Haunted Spider rustled and nested semi curiously in his web...
Hmm maybe it is time to raise again...?
Perhaps I could feel once more the taste...of glory?
The taste of my poisonous acid melting shiny..oh so shiny.. paladins and mages?
Hmmmm yes...yesss!
Haunted Spider pushed over Skeleton Assassin and marched down the tunnel in tho the light.
Sudden rush of energy in his old rusty legs when the sun hit his many eyes.
The taste of venom started to flow through his whole body again...Shsss spit... spit... spit ....aaach yesss...
The sudden rush of adrenaline overflow him and the new found hatred of the light hit him with ferocious... excitement?...This is the moment of glory and fight...we shall not surrender...we will reign again...supreme...
....For victory! Chargeee!
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The end! :-)
