“It’ll take you at least a turn to get that chainmail off your warrior May… If that is truly your plan…” Morgan smirked. May perked up from reading the player’s handbook, “Hey… That’s an option? I mean, I’ll happily expose my breasts to yonder dark and mysterious if that’ll help.” “It was a red dragon and Lin and Alanna had to seduce the high priest to get the rest of us resurrected.” Shar replied. “Hey! I only did that once… And we survived… mostly.” Jaksh grumbled. Shar chuckled softly as she helped May get her new character setup, “I say let the Ranger go first and Leroy Jenkins the room while we watch… and laugh…”
“Oh crap! He’s probably going to ask questions three and if we don’t answer them right, it’s wooosh off into the pit of despair with us!” Jaksh commented excitedly. The room itself is long and narrow with odd runes carved into tiles on the floor, at the far end of the room is another door. The figure is leaning on an intricately carved staff and facing you, but doesn’t seem to be doing anything else. Morgan leaned forward and steepled his fingers behind the GM shield, a wicked grin pulled at his lips as he addressed the players, “As you open the door, you see a tall figure shrouded in a black cloak that seems to pull the light out of the room.
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