I smell chicken. This dungeon has a large hachery.

The lair looks like a good size too. Plenty of room to spread out.

Aaahh eating and sleeping, that is the life of luxury.

I hear something, the noise and smog of a workshop.

I do so enjoy making doors and traps.

There is a little of me in everything I make, especially the poison gas trap.

Ow, slap me will you? Not working hard enough for your liking?

I'll show you my two fingered salute. How did you like that?


Keeper has had me training for a long time.

It is so boring, I much prefer to build traps.

Wait where are you taking me Keeper?

A fight … oh dear that's a lot of heroes.

Uhoh, I think in my surprise I let one rip.

Hmm this fight is easier than I expected, everyone is holding their noses.


Hatchery, hatchery, I love the hatchery.

The sound of the chickens squawking away.

One chicken ~BAWK~ Two chicken ~BAWK~

Three more chickens all in one ~BABAWK~

Now I am all full and ready for an after dinner nap.

… Oh a fight. Well I am full but I think I will manage.

… Wait, I suddenly feel shorter. I suddenly feel an urge to peck at the ground.

What is wrong me? Do the others know?

Let me ask this troll coming my way: ~BAWK~


I sometimes wonder about things.

Like why do I have a flail growing out of each side of my head?

All the other bile demons have them. Where did we get them?

Are we born with them? That is a freaky thought.

Of course the other thought is equally freaky.

They were embedded in us while we were young.

Is there a crazy doctor who goes around with lots of flails,

and surgically implants them in young bile demons?

Wait Keeper is throwing me out of the dungeon?

Keeper wants more mistresses? I see how it is.

Keeper wants pleasure slaves over philosophy.