Monday, May 27, 2013

Halls of the Dead

You pass through the unnatural cold of the now smashed ice ring, feeling the intense chill but matching it with your body heat.

'What's she keeping down there?' yells an anxious Donjonetta.

As you adjust your eyes to the gloom, you see row upon row of carefully stacked bodies, laid out on stone niches cut into the walls. There must be over fifty corpses here, mostly human bit a few dwarves, elves and other common kindreds.

The banshee is drifting down the shaft towards you while Donjonetta whistles tunelessly as you tell her your discovery.

You may ask the banshee any questions you will and you also need to come up with a plan to get the now-fretting dwarf down unless you are content to be parted from her.

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