Choose Your Own Dungeon Crawl
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Finally, The Tomb of Zanzugal.
Zanzugal, they say, was the greatest sorcerer who ever lived. Born a peasant, his natural talent far outstripped his mentors' abilities to handle, and he rapidly grew to surpass them. Zanzugal's life was short, but magnificent. Kingdoms won wars on the strength of his employ, and when he grew bored of working for others, he carved a realm out of his own. This land, The Zanzugallion, is what you have trekked through to reach this tomb. Populated by hordes of hateful goblins, shrieking sky terrors, ghoulish nightgaunts, and horrifying undead, you have battled your way here.
Now, you steel yourself. It will be a long time before you see daylight again.
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What is your species?
Finally, The Tomb of Zanzugal.
Zanzugal, they say, was the greatest sorcerer who ever lived. Born a peasant, his natural talent far outstripped his mentors' abilities to handle, and he rapidly grew to surpass them. Zanzugal's life was short, but magnificent. Kingdoms won wars on the strength of his employ, and when he grew bored of working for others, he carved a realm out of his own. This land, The Zanzugallion, is what you have trekked through to reach this tomb. Populated by hordes of hateful goblins, shrieking sky terrors, ghoulish nightgaunts, and horrifying undead, you have battled your way here.
Now, you steel yourself. It will be a long time before you see daylight again.
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What is your species?
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You furrow your prominent brow and scratch your chin, this will not be easy, you'll need all of your skills.
What is your class? (Pick 2 Total, one per person)
You were raised as a hunter before the leaders of your clan noted that you had a gift for reading fortunes. You learned the skills in tandem, and can fell great beasts and know the ways of fate alike.
It is in fact that same fate that has lead you on this quest. You do not know what the gods plan for you, nor what you will find at the bottom of this tomb, but you know your duty, and you know you must press on.
Thankfully, you are not alone.
What is your animal companion?
When you first found the round, fierce animal as a cub, it was wounded, and barely able to fend for itself. You nursed it back to health, and over time it became your pet, then your friend, and finally, your partner.
Describe your features, and those of your pet (including name and gender)
Pet name: Cupapac.
Gender of pet: female.
Features of pet: one ear is chewed and ragged, and the front left leg is white from halfway down to the bottom. Cupapac seems to be right-handed, using the right front leg to scratch at things. Her white head stripe extends all the way to the tip of her tail, an uncommon trait for a badger, but not unheard of.
Main Character Name: Aucaman.
Gender: male.
Features: (can the next poster please do Aucaman's features?)
With Cupapac's steps behind you, you descend into the dark, slate grey staircase that is the entrance to the tomb.
Before long, you are inside. It is pitch black, you will have to find a way to light the place up.
What will you do?
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and take their weapons leaving them dead
Sadly, though your badger and you are closer than many humans are to each other, he cannot speak, and likely does not understand the finer points of lighting anyway.
What will you do?
This 'torch' won't be safe to hold for long, you'll have to find something new soon.
Your makeshift torch doesn't give off that much light, but you can see what appears to be a pile of bones on the floor, and now that you stop to notice it, the stench of death is in the air.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
It may not be a bad idea to search the bones though.
You light it with your flaming arrow, and then use it to light a sconce on the wall. Strangely, all of the other sconces--at least in the room you're in--light up as well. Almost as if someone had been suppressing the flames.
You recall that canyon dwarves are renowned as mighty sorcerers, and masters of the elements. You notice that this dwarf's skeleton is quite conspicuously missing a leg, and that a note is lying near his corpse. You pick it up, but unfortunately it's written in the cuneiform Kkamesh alphabet, which you cannot read.
Down a hallway to your right, you hear a growl.
As you do so, ready your bow and arrows to shoot.
The source of the growling comes into view. A squat, eyeless mammal with disgusting slobber dripping from its jaws. You know from prior encounters that this is a skin dog, a popular goblin war mount, but this one is unridden, quite small for its species, and alone. Momentarily, you pity the creature, the goblins must abandon the weakest pups of the litter, but the skin dog does not respond to your understanding, and continues to growl menacingly.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
It stalks toward you.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Skin dogs do not feel pain, but the poor thing soon slumps dead. It's hard to feel good about your first kill in the dungeon, but you must press on.
Remember to check the ceilings to wherever in the tomb you go.
You head down the path to your left, the only one available to you, keeping abreast of the ceiling and floor.
What will you do now?
Think about your childhood and upbringing.