User:Chris/dNetHack/dNethack Endgame Monsters
The Elder Priest of Moloch
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Sanctum (forced) | *weapon +2d10, paralysis gaze 4d4 turns, amulet-stealing tentacles 2d10, extended tentacle attack, 2x cleric spellcasting. Fast (speed 15) |
Guardian of the Amulet of Yendor, the elder priest of Moloch is a contender for the title of "second most dangerous monster in dnethack." Its raw melee damage is threatening, however, the real danger is its extended tentacle attack, which can destroy or remove a character's protective equipment.
The elder priest should be killed at range if at all possible. Be warned, however, that the elder priest is immortal and will quickly revive after being slain.
From Leng, where rocky peaks climb bleak and bare
Under cold stars obscure to human sight,
There shoots at dusk a single beam of light
Whose far blue rays make shepherds whine in prayer.
They say (though none has been there) that it comes
Out of a pharos in a tower of stone,
Where the last Elder One lives on alone,
Talking to Chaos with the beat of drums.
The Thing, they whisper, wears a silken mask
Of yellow, whose queer folds appear to hide
A face not of this earth, though none dares ask
Just what those features are, which bulge inside.
Many, in man’s first youth, sought out that glow,
But what they found, no one will ever know.
[ H. P. Lovecraft, Fungi from Yuggoth XXVII. ]
Lucifer
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Astral (forced, if Apollyon was killed) | *2x armor-shredding weapon +2d8, 2x vorpal weapon +2d8, quest-artifact-stealing claw 2d8, random gaze attack 8d8. Fast (speed 19) |
Lucifer appears on the Astral plane if the Lawful quest guardian Apollyon was killed. He will appear adjacent to the player when they first enter the plane, accompanied by an ancient of death, an ancient of ice, and a fallen angel.
Lucifer's damage output is not unmanageable, but his multiple armor-destroying attacks pose a serious threat.
I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
I have flown on the pinions of fear,
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages;
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in realms where the sun of the desert
consumes what it never can cheer.
I was old when the pharaohs first mounted
The jewel-decked throne by the Nile;
I was old in those epochs uncounted
When I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy,
dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.
Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating
the wings of unmerciful gloom.
[ Nemesis, HP Lovecraft ]
