I just fought my first dionaea as an adventurer. And whats more, as a knife-welding adventurer.
They are my own creation; giant plants made of wood. They were designed because I like them, and they live in the wetter tropical climates. They are exotic mounts, are actually on the slow side.
--But that isnt a bad thing. As an ai they still attack with normal speed, multi-attack regularly, and are so big and have so many extra parts they tend to still shred things up like I would imagine a giant carnivorous plants would; taking a lot of damage and caving in skulls with a vine. It does like to wrestle, though, and so far Ive avoiding giving it natural skill because that would make it . . . potent. IT can learn though. I gave it slow learner (so for me it learns at a normal rate) and some syndrome bite/fluid.
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Anywho, I was walking out of a small tomb that wasnt cursed with 2 companions, and he was walking by. Because it is so slow I didnt confirm if it was hostile before I charged at with with 2 steel boning knives and a buckler equipped; and copper armor.
My second companion (another custom creature) said, 'Another battle
what is it
this time?' and
walked away. My longer-term companion; a one armed swordsman, charged with me and wound up grabbed by the plant, who broke his leg and whipped him in the head.
Its been most of the night, and my skill level in kinves has went up to the point when I can unreliably chop off its giant limbs. Its gotten overtired and can no longer stand. When I get tired I flee a few tiles away, eat/drink, and wait until I revover, and then walk back over to the crawling monster.
Its not dead yet, but its bleeding pretty hard, and I need to increase the size of its gizzard so it will drop more acid when that gets punctured.
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So dual knives, fun but not super-effective with the armor and thick skin piercing being so poor. Probably going to stick with maybe an axe/dagger combo or a whip/axe.
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As the monster's strength left it, it could only struggle more and more futilely against the rain of knife strikes that peppered its wooden body. Soon, it stopped resisting as the green-skinned creature lifted up its massive vines to cut them off, which only resulted in a faster depletion of its yellow life-blood. With a final bellow, what sounded like a gurgled cry of defeat, the semi-intelligent plant stopped moving. The only clue it was still alive was the constant and rhythmic pulsing of the blood that ran forth from it. And the eyes.
The black, pupil-less eyes still shone with a faint light. The light of a predator, a killer, and an alien to be sure, but a light that could express pain no less. With a final thrust, the green-skin performed a mercy it could have offered only as natural instinct. To kill such a monster, 300 years old and growing stronger daily, was a rush, a point of reflection, and worthy of bragging about. For what else was the life of an adventurer but to brag and kill?
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