Frostwyrm
You’re fighting the Frostwyrm. --in game text description--
The creature before you is a reptilian behemoth of monumental size, nearly the size of your Dad’s old Casstech at the shoulders. It is covered in interlocking white scales, each as large and hard as a shield. Spear-like talons grow from the ends of its six legs, digging gashes into the snow as it circles you. Your eyes are constantly drawn to its bestial maw, a lizard-like muzzle loaded with three rows of teeth, each as long as a sword. Four small red eyes regard you with malevolence, two on either side of its face. Behind it stretches a pair of leathery wings, somehow powerful enough to give the monster enough lift to fly, and a tail covered with brutal spikes. This is a creature made for violence, honed over millions of years into the perfect killing machine.
If you lose here, you don’t think you’re going to walk away alive.
This creature is the pinnacle of boss battles that you do not want to cross unprepared. This creature also has psionic powers which give it a shield.
You try to get a feel for the Frostwyrm’s likes and dislikes! You don’t think sexuality can win this fight!
Casting a glance over the Frostwyrm’s equipment, you try and get some measure of his combat prowess.
- Kinetic Resistance: 0 %
- Electric Resistance: 0 %
- Burning Resistance: 0 %
- Freezing Resistance: 0 %
- Corrosive Resistance: 0 %
- Poison Resistance: 0 %
Lust based attacks will not work.
The air around the frostwyrm crackles and shimmers with strange energy. With this protection, the creature can amplify its psionic abilities.
Psychic Miasma: has a chance to inflict you with a negative effect that reduces aim and reflex by 5
P.S : These are what I name them and are not the actual names of the attacks
Claw Slash: Melee attack that does major damage.
Concussive roar: Throws its head back a roars which sends shockwaves of psionic energy at you and will cause stun. Recovery can take 2 or more rounds.
Breezy Beatdown: It roars and flaps its wings sending a gale force wind that will knock you down and blind you from snow. Recovery can take 2 or more rounds.
It has a devastating attacks and a huge shield which will require you to deal huge damage in order to win.
Status effects that you will most likely get: blind, tripped, stun, knocked down
Mercy: There is a chance the creature will take pity on you, i found this while at max lust. He will burrow into your mind using his psionic powers and he will talk to you in your mind. It is amazed you did not run and ponders on the question whether your brave or foolish. He also says you've drowned in (your own?) hubris. Then it flies away. --in game text--
With a final gasp, you crumple to the ground, utterly defeated. Your life, short that it’s been, flashes before your eyes as the behemoth of frost and scales lumbers toward you, fangs bared and slavering with bestial hunger.
You scramble back, but a single stride of the creature’s six huge legs brings it so close that you can feel its breath hot against your draconic snout. It growls, regarding you with its four red eyes. Rather than open wide to devour you, though, the creature snorts in your face, and you feel a sudden pressure on the back of your head. Your vision swims as an unwelcome force burrows into your mind.
A pounding pain thunders through your mind, feeling like your head is about to be wrent apart. You wrap your hands around your head, a feeble effort to ward off the psychic assault drilling through your consciousness. Your attempts are futile, utterly insufficient in your state of overwhelming sexual arousal. Your defenses are compromised, and you can feel them slowly peeled apart, stripped layer by layer like an onion until you’re suddenly aware of another presence in your mind, a worming coldness squirming through your brain.
A voice pounds between your ears, bestial and guttural, yet soft as a whisper. You did not run, it says, as the frostwyrm snorts a frigid breath across your face. Most run.
“W-what?” you groan, not sure if you’re speaking aloud or just thinking back at the voice burrowing in your brain.
Are you brave, or foolish, I wonder? the voice says. Your kind come to slay me with their great machines of fire and war... and yet here you stand alone. Ah, a word in your language: hubris.
The creature snorts again and withdraws, rising to its full and terrifying height. With an ear-piercing bellow, the wyrm turns away from you, looking back across the misty sea to the east. Never again come to my domain, creature. Keep your distance from the coastlands. I will not be so forgiving a second time.
Glancing at you over its shoulder, the wyrm takes wing and dives beneath the glacial cliff and out of sight.
Defeat