Mellow runs through the dungeon lighting off sparks of electrically charged protons and slaying goblins of varying facial deformations. He zaps any monsters that come out of the frey too-- such as giant spiders and the like, until finally he see's a goblin unlike the rest, with black skin and red eyes, instead of the usual green skin and white eyes. Mellow grins, hoping to get some good loot off this monster... He lunges, and attacks with his rapier, in one foul swooping strike to surpise the creature, before plunging into a side-step to pierce with his rapier!..

Mellow learned many thing about himself in his solo dungeoneering, like for instance,  he hated dungeoning by himself! It was giving' him the spooks down here. Fucking cannibalizing goblins, and what not. At some point or another they eventually overpowered him, tied him up and toted him away to their stronghold, he was going to be their dish now, and he was for certajn escaping would be a pain. "Fuck my life. I just want MONEY.Why is this so hard," he said to no one in particular,  as they placed him down. The chef began gathering spices and left his cooking knife on the table. Foolish goblins, they should've tied him up better, or at least away from potential weaponry! The boy rolled over into the table quietly while the butcher/chef was turned away. He grabbed the blade with his mouth and dragged himself back to the wall, measling his way around until the blade was rubbing against the rope. After ten or so minutes, he cut himself free.

He knocked the butcher chef out and ran for the exit, reacquiring his weapon so that he could fight himself out, had it called for that... Running down halls, the boy stopped at one open door. Glowing treasure illuminated his pupils, but it would be heavy to carry. Would he risk it? Money or safety, what would fate have in store for him...

"Eh, it's too heavy!" shouted Mellow, as he pulled the large chest through the doorway, he angrily exhaled and dropped the treasure to escape imminent death. On his way out of the stronghold, he was stopped by two large trolls. His rapier glistened in the dark cavernous floor. You see, this dungeon was more like a fantasy world residing inside a cave or underground plateau, and thereby, it was only natural for him to see such odd creatures... The ground's frosted smoky appearance also gave a spooky feel to this dungeon world, which was a defining feature of it's geography. "Hey, look big guys! I really gotta run, so do me this one solid-- and the get the hell outta my way!" Like thunder The Yellow Mage shouted outwardly and charged the troll-guardians attempting to keep him here. He swung and gashed at them, one of the two monsters, however, hit his body quite roughly with a club, one that looked more like a tree-trunk honestly... The attack was at least B-rank in terms of damage output, and so inevitably, Mellow was sent flying high into the air before slamming into the gate's side walling. He murmured a silent prayer for not having hit the spikes that might've impaled and killed him just below. He knew he'd have to act fast on all of this... Maybe if he managed to live... He'd finally get lucky in this god-awful place...

Well-- to spell it out shortly, Mellow defeated his assailants with high difficulty, ripping his jacket up and dirtying his clothes in the mix of it all. His eyes hurt, and he imagined it was nigh time now, but down here, no one could tell for sure. He slumped down somewhere he thought was safe. The boy began to sleep off the lack of energy he'd grown over e course of he dungeon. And with sleep... brings dreams... and with dreams... brings desire.

Mellow awakes to hunt down more monsters, wearisome of danger, he prevails in hopes of riches.~