I arrived in the museum late in the afternoon.
The place was a mess! There was blood everywhere, and dead creatures, and random rubbish..
I really should have started cleaning the place, but I got distracted.
Between the rusted armor and rotting monsters, I found a stairwell leading down, into the dungeons.
The stairwell ended in a narrow hallway. There was a door to the north, a heavy door. The lock had already been forced, likely by previous adventurers. The next room had a dead kobold in it, his teeth were scattered throughout the entire room.
A dead kobold! I already felt like a real adventurer.
I walked through some other passages and came to another door and opened it, only to be nearly scared to death by a living kobold.
The creature hissed: "No!! not again!"
It tried to stab me with a pointy spear. "This time, you will not pass!" it screamed. "Sluguflonkus will stop you!"
I counterattacked with the only tactic I knew, I threw my full weight at it. I slammed right into the creature, knocking it down, and pinning it to the ground. I then clumsily hit it twice with my axe. It was enough to kill the creature. I stood up puzzled by what the kobold had said.
I looked around the room. The dust was marked by signs of other battles. Several kobold corpses were scattered through the room. I looked more closely at one of them and was shocked.. it looked exactly the same as the kobold I had just killed! I looked at the other corpses and the one in the previous room and found they were all exactly alike apart from the wounds they had suffered.
I panicked, I ran back upstairs, ran out of the museum and into the courtyard, only to trip over another kobold corpse. This one too was an exact copy of Sluguflonkus. I ran further away, but quickly lost my breath as I'm not really build for this kind of exercise.
While I tried to catch my breath my senses caught up with me as well. I would be a really bad adventurer if I let myself get spooked that easily. With shaking legs I went back down into the dungeon, slowly moved towards the door, and opened it.
There was no question about it, it was the same kobold again, standing over his own corpse.
It knew what was coming but would not run away and neither could I; It was too fast and aggressive, I had to kill it or die myself. With tears in my eyes I brought down my axe repeatedly, until Sluguflonkus stopped moving...again.
The poor kobold must be under some horrid curse. Bound by dark, unknown forces to protect this room from the adventurers send forth by the museum, and resurrected by those powers every time he failed. What had the poor creature done to deserve such a horrid fate?
Suddenly I had an idea, I ran upstairs and returned with a book. Sluguflonkus had not yet been resurrected, but he soon would be. It would however be different this time, and it would not just be him,
but all of him. The book contained the secrets of life and death, and I would use it to raise Slugoflonkus from death, and change his fate. Slugoflonkus would be my personal cloned zombie kobold army. Together we would change the world and our future...