The group has plunged deep into the Darkest Dungeon now; whatever the fuck lies at the core of this disgusting place, our group is close.
Gathering together veterans
@Jaimas,
@Solzhenitsyn,
@Ol'_Slag, and
@Feline Darkmage, the group geared up to go into the depths.
The interminable stone halls are but an antechamber. The creature is vast beyond measure and must be battled from within. Step over the threshold and let the terrible truth worm its way into your mind.
Four Logs. This gives you a general idea of how big this particular map is. Indeed, it's by far the largest map in the entire campaign and the loading screen will even tell you as much. It is the only mission with the level of "Exhausting," and you'd best believe it
earns that title.
The mission loads, and...
The gateless gate. A maddening aperture to realms beyond human understanding.
Also known as "
goatse."
In our absence, the land of 10,000 nopes has multiplied to a few million. Massive organs the size of towns pulse and twitch in the background, unearthly things writhe on the floors and wall, and Solz jokes that the entire area reminds him of that time his pupper got worms from eating meat from a dumpster. And on that colorful note, we proceed onwards.
The objective: get to the center of the map and ignite the Iocus Beacon. This will let us teleport squads directly to the portal to confront the thing at the core of this abomination. The only problem: It's in the center of the biggest map in the entire game. And it's only likely to get worse from there.
Our team runs into Flesh Hounds once more, now in big groups. These little shits are more irritations than actual threats at this point, but they have a lot of HP and they tend to make combat drag because of their high dodge rates and frequent stuns. As Solz demonstrates, they are no match for a real dog.
A scroll deployment later and the team presses on.
We soon run into a Mammoth Cyst. This is essentially a clone of the actual boss of this particular mission; there's actually
almost a dozen of these fucking things, counting the one we
have to kill. The Cyst itself is a tough old bastard - much more durable than many early bosses and with the damage output to match. It also can shoot fucking lasers.
Ironically, it's not the Cyst itself that's the threat. Rather, it's the nearby White Cell Stalk.
See, the White Cell Stalk can teleport you. Yes, teleport. It launches the entire party to a random spot on the map, ending the fight and throwing you to some random dead end or another in this fucking hellhole - and potentially into a random encounter. Enemies in the dungeon don't respawn and there's no random encounters here, and the Mammoth Cysts don't heal HP between fights - but this also means that every time you get launched, you have to fight your way back towards the center, potentially through more Mammoth Cysts and more teleportations. That is why this map is so hard: It's an endurance grind and the game intends to crush you under its slog.
The thing is, I chose this party knowing this.
Between Slag's heavy damage, Jaimas' stuns and area-of-effect damage, and Solz' ability to hammer the back ranks, I'm able to kill the little bastard when it surfaces - every single turn. On the turns it
does act, it immediately uses Displace rather than Teleport, often targetting Slag and getting a knife to the face in thanks. Six rounds later, this disgusting thing is dead and we continue on our long trek towards the boss, humorously without being teleported.
The group soon runs into more threats, including antibodies and a polyp for good measure, backing some Flesh Hounds. These guys hit hard but are compratively fragile, and blows from the team put them to flight.
A common, re-occurring theme with this dungeon is Slag killing enemies when it isn't even his turn. Duelist's Riposte and Point-Blank Shot remain his heavy lifsters, and Slag is still doing his best at fucking up anything in front of him.
With the enemy routed, the team bunkers down to camp for the night.
It's hard to relax down here, with the tumescent growths and pulsing organs. The ongoing sound of a heartbeat that just
will not shut the fuck up is not helping matters at all, either. Still, Slag knows what's what and the team quickly organizes a plan to take these down quicker. Some doge therapy and prayers later, the group takes a long nap and starts to move early in the morning.
Not even Jaimas wants to be down here. Solz gives everyone
the most important advice of all, and the team moves on.
BAD MOVE COMING BACK FOR SECONDS MOTHERFUCKER THIS TIME I'M READY FOR YOU
Ahem. These Templar variants are weak shadows of the ones from the last quest. They lack Revelation, and they only attack once a round, and while their attacks are still brutal and devastating, these guys are a fucking joke compared to the Templars from last mission.
Even when they connect, anything they do is just as easily
undone by Feline Darkmage.
Finally, after more of this nonsense, Slag kills the damned thing when it isn't even his turn. Again. Fucking counterattacks.
Finally, we reach the core. This one's for all the marbles, and the boss is going to throw everything it has at us. Given past experience, this is likely to take us a few attempts as the Stalk teleports us, and we have to wander back to the--
...Or that can happen. That's fine too.
The team goes right to work, hacking, stunning, slashing, and dogging the Cyst and its little summonable each time it pops up. However, this time goes far differently from the last time.
Solz Marks the cyst, feeds his doge a biscuit, and the thing proceeds to wreck its fucking shit, knocking off over a third of its HP in a single strike. in this blow he's essentially matched two rounds of Jaimas hacking its tentacles off. Then, at some point, the boss summons another stalk, and prepares another assault.
He goes after Slag. The attack misses.
It's the last mistake the boss ever makes. The fucking thing is dead turn four and the Kiwis just trivialized the longest mission in the game, turning what is normally a grind that can take an hour or more and finishing it in about 10 minutes.
The Iocus Beacon is ignited. Everything is now ready for the final stretch.
Back at town, a tension has fallen over the estate. Something is
wrong, and everyone can feel it.
As the Ancestor puts it:
At last, the twisted heart of the world is laid bare - for sword, or supplication....
One last mission is ahead.
We...
May have a problem.