#DnD Result: Flee
You flee the baleful gaze of the carving and the jabbering of the men.
You scurry down the tunnel they came from, after you round a few corners and it widens out into a room. It's walls lined with various weapons, a rack of hooded cloaks and masks
You flee the baleful gaze of the carving and the jabbering of the men.
You scurry down the tunnel they came from, after you round a few corners and it widens out into a room. It's walls lined with various weapons, a rack of hooded cloaks and masks
of various demonic faces, your gear is here too though your robes and weapons are stained with blood. You're pretty sure it's not yours.
As you grab your gear and head for the door out, you hear a shout.
"Stranger if you won't serve in life, your death will do!"
The men are free!
As you grab your gear and head for the door out, you hear a shout.
"Stranger if you won't serve in life, your death will do!"
The men are free!
New one is up
