Vergil and his two associates Stew and Keegan separated from the other two teams.It was a necessity in order to scour over more ground more clearly.In the old tales it was stated that some dungeons had floors as big as countries.
Vergil doubted that this dungeon had got to that level but it was still a large space.The loot so far had been great too.
The forest smelled like nature and wood but there was also an unpleasant musk in the air.It seemed to be coming from the direction of the castle.An unnatural wind blew through the leaves of the trees.
Some rustling came from a nearby bush.
This creature is known as a common deer.Its meat is quiet delicious when cooked right.Sadly that is where the positives end.You don't want to meet what's hunting it.I would skedaddle if I were you.
BARK-BARK
The sound of vocal hunting dogs echoed throughout the forest.The sound of a barbed whip cracking the air also became audible.Vergil and the two officer class operatives braced themselves for impending conflict.
A large number of figures darted between the trees.It was clear that they were a medival hunting party.There were a number of quadrupeds and bipedals.
When visible the quadrupeds resembled large,hairless,emaciated hunting dogs.There was nothing pitiful or sad about these hunting dogs however.Cords of muscle rippled beneath their hairless skin.They were also the height and length of a medium sized bike.
This dungeon mob is known as a royal hunting dog.Don't let their appearance fool you these things are vicious creatures.They will start moving slow in order to keep your hopes up and then dash them when they run faster then a hippo.They also have the jaw strengh and dental work to rip apart a reinforced military vehicle.
Behind the royal hunting dogs were the humanoid figures.They were slender gangly things that looked like mannequins with a threaded layer surrounding their bodies.They wore extravagant medival noble outfits as if they just came out of a medival fair.They were faceless but wore exaggerated wigs and were adorned with jewelry from rings to necklaces.
This dungeon mob is known as a faceless noble.These arrogant pricks are always thinking up ways to overthrow their royal masters that always wind up failing.Ruthless backstabbing tendencies covered by a facade of sycophantic people pleasing.They will constantly bicker among themselves about the importance of their hard to remember noble names.Their only redeeming quality is their talent and love of fencing.
"Look over here my noble coterie there are filthy peasants ahead.What should we do I wonder?The dogs could use some chew toys or perhaps we could harvest their meat for our royal masters.Perhaps we could even tie them to targets and practice our archery.What do you say Reginold?" The faceless noble's voice was that of a pompous rich douchebag.
"I say we feed on these decadent peasants ourselves milord.The royals aren't aware of any peasants entering God's domain so I say we partake.The royals can't keep all the peasant meat to themselves.I don't care about their decrees." Reginold spoke in a derisive tone but it wasn't as though he would ever speak that way in front of his masters.
The other faceless nobles proceeded to let out a series of hmmms and yeeess.
"Whoa careful there Reginold I might sell you out to earn the favour of our royal family.You know how much trouble your family would get into from a scandalous rumour within the court.Hahahaha." the faceless noble laughed as though he wasn't contemplating selling out his best friend.
"Hahaha" Reginold laughed nervously as though he were anxious that his best friend would actually sell him out.The other faceless nobles exchanged glances as though contemplating whether to do it themselves in order to elevate their status.
"Now then peasants I suggest you give yourselves over to us peacefully.I will guarantee a quick death if you do so.I swear on my family name as Kalmon the current leader of the royal hunt." Kalmon the faceless noble with the whip and Reginolds best friend straightened his back and looked upon them with superiority.
Vergil had listened to their conversation the entire time and could only reach one conclusion.
They were scum.
"How do we know that your even telling us the truth."
"Hahahaha am I really that easy to see through.Well you guessed correctly we're going to have fun torturing you for a bit before we eat you."