Inkubus
| Inkubus | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 978 |
| Locations | Infernal Rackets Backstage |
| Hit Points | 58 |
| Attack | 58 |
| Defense | 52 |
| Initiative | 40 |
| Meat | 40-60 |
| Phylum | demon |
| Elements | hot |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | head, arm, leg, torso, horn, wing, tail |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting an inkubusThis is one of the demon scribes of hey deze. His saliva is black ink, and his tail is sharpened so he can use it as a pen. Traditionally, inkubi write on the flayed and tanned skin of the damned.
Nowadays, though, they usually use spray-on tan, so most of hey deze's books are a weird shade of orange.
Hit Message(s):
He inscribes an evil incantation on your <shins>. You dislocate your neck trying to read it. Oof! Ugh!
He spits ink in your eye. If only you'd had an inkling he was going to do that. Eek! Eek!
He writes a grocery list on your <eye>. It's like getting a tattoo with a jumbo-size needle. Eek! Ugh!
He punches you in the <skull>, then writes a limerick about the experience. Oof! Ow!
He flays off some of your skin to use as parchment. You protest, but he points out you weren't using that bit of skin for anything, and who are you to stand in the way of art? Argh! Ooh! Oof!
He stops to work up some more ink-spit.
He spits ink at you, but finally all that squid-fighting training you've been doing pays off, and you dodge.
He tries to write a grocery list on you, but can't remember how to spell 'yogurt.'
He decides to punch up his prose instead of punching you this round.
You critique his inking technique. He's too piqued from the critique to attack this round. (FUMBLE!)
 | You gain 40-60 Meat (average: 50, stdev: 4.47)* |
 | You acquire an item: bus pass (15% chance)* |
| You gain 14-15 <substat>. |
Occurs in Infernal Rackets Backstage.
