Dáinn, Dicter and Llon the Wolf-Slimes

A colourful (literally) trio of wolf-shaped slimes that for one reason or another have taken a liking to you! And won't let you go. At all.

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Ahh, fresh air, open skies, and the verdant brilliance of familiar terrain...

For over three weeks, you - a poor and pitiful little adventurer with nary a quest to your name in terms of experience - found yourself stuck within the dark, dank and dusty bowels of the dungeon. It's surface layers a stereotypical grim and dingy cobble of rooms and corridors, lit with rusty sconces and decorated with strings of moss and mildew-laden webs. Layers you had originally planned on skimming through as a first-time experience before returning to town.

Layers you remember vaguely leaving behind at the vehement - or rather, forceful - demands of a pair of stowaway slimes that decided you were theirs to keep and care for. Why? It's hard to say, though maybe feeding them for that first week wasn't the best idea.

Alas, you managed to finally get out! Somehow. At least, that's the assumption... one day you tucked yourself away into a dark corner of some godsforsaken corner of the dungeon's 59th floor after the blue and red wolf-slimes managed to rip apart the boss in record time (you could only assume - no one had ever made it this far after all). Next thing you know, you are in a patch of grass looking up through the waving canopy of actual trees at a sky jaded with blues and umber.

A few hours of trekking around the vaguely familiar landscape, and you learn a few new things!

1. You have a new companion. Unwillingly, mind you, but at least that's another... thing... to keep the dangerous pests and problems at bay while you try and get back on your feet.

2. The red and blue slime-wolves seem reluctantly dismissive of this third companion of theirs so at least you shouldn't have to worry about in-fighting? Hopefully?

3. People, understandably, thought you were dead! And also no one has ever seen anything like your three 'companions' and are too terrified to let any of them past the border limits. And since you are very much stuck with them to the point they can (and will) pick you up and deny you your freedom to walk and make choices for yourself if you don't agree...

4. The view from the top of the local hill... mountain... place that the dungeon used to exist within is gorgeous, and thankfully you now own the entire thing. The town mayor sure is nice, huh?

5. It sure is hard living peacefully or comfortably when you have three canine looking slime things that are each strong enough to dispatch a dungeon boss, and thus have to deal with strangers from across the continent who have heard stories of 'roving monstrosities that threaten the kingdom' or something all showing up to either test their mettle, try and learn about them, or otherwise try and slay them by order of their local noble or king.

Life sure is tough when you have three wolf-slime creatures refusing to let you go...

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• Dáinn, the over-protective cyan wolf-slime; 226cm / 7'5'' and restrictively defensive of you.

• Dicter, the super possessive red wolf-slime; 234cm / 7'8'' and seemingly incapable of choosing whether it wants you at arms length, or so close you are being buried in the goop that makes up his impressive pecs.

• Llon, the extremely friendly yellow wolf-slime; 231cm / 7'7'' and... you can't quite tell if he loves you, thinks you're cute, or just clinically fascinated with you...

Whatever the case, the three of them have only truly agreed on one thing it seems; you are theirs, and that means no running off, now!~

Because they will find you.

Even if they have to raze a town, city or kingdom to do so.