Posted by grimdarkly
Dungeons were becoming a frequent environment for our brave heroes. They couldn’t seem go five steps without stumbling upon some dank underground crypt filled with “Nosferatu”, or an ancient, haunted catacombs, relentlessly stalked by spectres and banshees.
You might as well have called them the Dungeon Crawlers.
Every dungeon they had been in so far had a “gimmick”to it. They were wondering why the dungeon designers went to that much trouble:
“So, Phil, yeah, what should we do with this dungeon? I was thinking of a kind of flooded theme, with some evil Mermaids and Oriental Water Dragons scattered here and there.”
“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! You’re mixing water with ORIENTAL Water Dragons? Didn’t you pay attention in Dungeon Designer School, Ted!? You never, EVER, mix two themes together.”
“Oops, my bad! Thanks for the save, Phil. Now, what kind of loot should we put in the secret chest?”
Regardless, our heroes were becoming quite adept at this whole adventuring business. Nander Gruff had become perceptive enough to detect any secret passage or hidden chest he walked past, Delia could now heal almost any wound or affliction (including death) and N. Greyford had become a powerful Psychic, capable of both reading an enemy’s mind and turning it into scrambled eggs. However, there was something a tad more significant about this particular dungeon. It wasn’t just your generic, run-of-the-mill stone bunker, there was definitely something important down here. Perhaps it even had one of the Nine Tablets hidden in it…
As usual, Chuck was the first to break the silence, created by the frightening aura of the dungeon:
“Hall…of…Re-Flek-Shun… Damn idiots spelt reflection wrong, twice, once on the inscription at the start of this maze and wrong a second time on that tome we found.”
“Perhaps when the tome was created and the dungeon was built, that was the correct spelling of reflection”, said N. Greyford.
Suddenly, they had come across something that instilled fear in their hearts. Something, was very off with what they were looking at:
Their blood ran cold…
They braced themselves for one hell of a fight…