As you enter into the cold damp cavern you begin to feel queasy. Your stomach turns with every step you take. Step after step the ground feels less stable and firm underneath your feet.
The chill of the night creates a draft that engulfs your senses. The light from your torch begins to fade into the cold stone walls.The torch flickers in the wind, a sudden gust of air turns your torch out.
Blinded by the drowning darkness, you and your companions decided to stand back-to-back. The hair in the back of your neck begins to stand up as you hear the rattling of chains and the dragging of footsteps.
There standing well above you, staring down upon the party are tenfold pairs of crimson eyes.
You draw your sword out of its sheath holding it high in the sky, you plea Pelor’s blessing and with a quick hand gesture you murmur the word ‘Fete’. Your sword begins to tremble, glowing red hot, within seconds your sword is on fire.
Taking one last breath you and your companions mustard up all your strength and your courage and charge headlong into an uncertain battle…
WELCOME TO THE DUNGEON!