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[h3][color=firebrick]Darc Matter[/color][/h3][/center][/color]
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It's been too long since Darc has feasted upon flesh. He had to get by consuming mere insects and plant matter, biomass which barely sated his hunger for meat. He knew he had to be conservative with his meals because the rest of his companions certainly wouldn't have survived this journey if Darc ate his fill. But that consideration was only out of pragmatism: he's already seen what happened when the last Lord failed to gain the cooperation of his minions. He wasn't about to repeat his mistake. Those days in the dungeon were a complete bore to Darc, a waste of his talents. His lord had created him, enlighten him, to be more than a mere slime but all that lord did was make Darc clean the dungeon and take out trash. Like some imp! It was demeaning.

As tough as it was, the attack on the dungeon really let Darc show what exactly he was capable of. While the dungeon lord cowered in his safe room, Darc and his brethren were among the first to attack the adventurers. Originally, his slimekin were just suppose to charge right at the adventurers to slow them down with their bodies. But Darc had a better plan. He had taken large barrels of oil to a narrow hall where the adventurers were suppose to meet them. Taking advantage of his amorphous shape to position himself he broke open the oil barrels as his kin charged, slithering across the ground. The confusion on those adventure's faces as the tunnel was flooded with oil and slimes put a nonexistent smile on Darc's grotesque mass. Afterwards he himself snuck closer, his blacken mass hidden underneath the tide of glistening oil. His slimekin simply attacked whoever was closest but Darc knew that he needed to sneak past the frontlines to attack the ones in the back: the ones armed with ranged weapons and magic. In particular he spotted the priestess: the one who would keep this group alive after each gruesome combat.

Darc struck hard and fast. As the priestess was about to cast a spell, Darc rose from the oil slick and wrapped his claws around her throat, cutting off her incantation. His slimekin distracted the warriors from being able to stop him, and the ranger wouldn't dare take a shot at Darc while he used their precious priestess as a human shield. Darc retreated back from the battle, taunting the adventurers about what would be the priestess' fate as he slowly choked the life out of her. Once he was safely away he lit the oil on fire to buy more time and possibly even kill some adventurers, whilst he voraciously dined upon the body of healer. Of course his little fire trick also ended up causing a bit more collateral damage than Darc had anticipated, but at that point he didn't care too much about what happened to the dungeon. It was already chaos and Darc simply planned to fulfill his own bestial desires, and shortly after he broke into the larder to dine to his heart's content. He wasn't even sure what happened to his Lord; Darc had already escaped the dungeon by the time the adventures managed to get to him.

Darc sighed wistfully at the thought of consuming mortal flesh. He'd settled for beasts too. And despite being a slime, he knew the delicacies of cooking. If he were a mortal, Darc figured he would make a good chef. Alas. He looked to the others around him. Frankly speaking, he didn't know them. Certainly he knew their names, and vaguely aware of their abilities, but he didn't know them personally. He stayed with his slimekin and the only other person he had extensive conversations with were the lord. He doubts he could trust them, but then again they'd also be right not to trust Darc. Ultimately however, they'd need each other if they wanted to survive. It would have to be a give or take relationship. And so Darc spoke up. [color=firebrick]"We need to find a proper refuge. Skulking about underneath trees and rocky overlooks is for beasts and barbarians. We'll never be able to make a dungeon if we're living like vagabonds. We ought to look for a forge or workshop: we need equipment if we're going to start raiding the mortals properly. Since unlike myself, most of you lack naturally lethal weapons to protect against mortal steel."[/color]