Tolltaker finds a Vault

Tolltaker coughed up some of the glittering ferrous metal-like liquid that made up their blood, crushing an orb to send them to the surface and out of the way of the incoming attacks from all sides. Landing with a thud and collapsing briefly into the dirt panting heavily. "Fockin hell. That place was a goddamn nightmare." They remarked to themself, standing up in a wobbly disorientated fashion, taking several staggering thuds towards home "Gotta get moving before they turn back up..."

Toll was not a fast traveler by any means, but their recovery speed was next to none, before long they were trundling through the ruins at a decent clip, not struggling with rubble as much as most did since her footing was so broad and flexible. In the distance she heard the mechanical howl of one of the...Things that had flooded out of the dungeon full of metal and darkened glass panels, from the vents, from tubes that lined the halls, and from the depths of its darkness. The whole place had gone from silence to a whirring hive of metallic simulacrums of Mon's, dangerously intelligent and seemingly inexhaustable.

They had swarmed around the Toxapex, and there was little that her methods of combat could do to them. They chewed and stabbed and blasted away at her before she had just barely made the escape. The worst of it had been their electricity. Bats and devices that shot darts that stuck and shocked and shocked. The pain had been extreme even for the normally sturdy Mon'

She passed an ancient vending machine, tipped on its side, full of metallic canisters of delicious drinks...And reluctantly kept moving rather than stopping to deposit them into her warehouse. The trip out of the ruins of the city wasn't long, but she barely made it out before the metallic mon's took over, rummaging through rubble and taking old electronics and scrap metal back towards the dungeon they had come from.

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In a rare state of dissary the Tolltaker arrived in town and promptly flopped onto the floor in the town center panting for air, their shell spread out around them flat against the ground. Once they caught their breath they set out to inform the Elder of the suddenly vastly more dangerous sector nearby. While she was rarely helpful of her own free will, this threat was no joke.

Then she stopped by Crest. And told him plainly about the risks and suggested he not go out and scout the metallic mon's for weaknesses lest he get hurt. She assumed this would have the opposite effect, but he was definately able to escape danger better than almost anyone. And more credibility of the danger would be important. Nobody really trusted the Tolltaker entirely afterall, they might not take the warning seriously. But if even the conspiracy theorist was collaborating there had to be some level of truth.

All that settled, she promptly lurched into her warehouse, slammed the door shut and slid the locks closed, and collapsed in a bed of dozens of pillows and blankets and piles of fluff to get a goods night rest after all that terrible exertion. She wistfully wondered if there were an orb that could send one back home, instead of just out of a dungeon as she fell asleep.