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The Bandit King lay dead, slain by my liege. “We have sacrificed much,” he said, his words echoing in the gloom. Above us the great idol stared down at the carnage unmoved, jeweled eyes
glittering. Simeo the rogue eyed them. "Short work, this," he said, slipping the dagger from his sheath.
The sound of metal on stone roused doddering old Jedder from his scrolls. The magician had time only to raise his hand before the hall filled with the brightest of lights, the loudest of noises.
I awoke I do not know how much later. My eyes burned. I smelled blood, brimstone, burning parchment. I called out in the darkness, but neither my liege nor his companions replied. I was
alone, and alone I would have to find my way to the...
...Surface.
A solo dungeon by Leslie J. Furlong
Throne room
Collapsed entrance
You feel:
rock and earth
and splintered wood. The
pieces are movable, but
there are many.
You smell:
The smoke. It is getting
thicker. You are likely
coughing now.
You recall:
A largish room, its ceiling supported by
wooden beams. The idol facing the only entrance.
Simeo mentioned seeing a secret door behind it.
You taste:
blood, dust and grit.
You smell:
filth,
brimstone, and wood smoke. It’s getting hard to
breathe.
You hear:
pebbles, falling from the ceiling,
creaking and groaning overhead.
You feel:
rubble,
splintered wood, twisted metal, and gore, the front
of the idol has disintegrated, the remains of the
dead.
Secret door
You smell:
damp
You feel:
splintered
Secret corridor
wood, chipped
plaster
You feel:
cool air on your
You hear:
dripping,
trickling, echoes
You feel:
face.
smooth stone underfoot at
a downward grade. Natural
stone walls close on either
side widening as you go,
forking into two separate
tunnels after twenty or so
paces.
You
smell:
Just the
damp.
Rickety bridge
You hear:
echoes of a spring
trickling, the odd splash, like
a fish jumping, creaking
ahead.
You feel:
cool air on
your face.
Egg chamber
You smell:
sour milk, powerful and unpleasant.
You feel:
the walls of the tunnel widen
You hear:
the sound of something shifting, like dry leaves,
the crunch of something fragile underfoot.
If you linger...
You hear:
a skittering, then a rattling noise, then
cracking soon accompanied by chirping.
You see:
green, multifaceted eyes this size of hen’s eggs,
curious and hungry.
If you are lucky...
You feel: loose rock, hiding a narrow passage.
Narrow
passage
Lichen chamber
You smell:
sour milk, getting
stronger as you go.
Underground pool
You hear:
splashing,
If you search the floor carefully...
echoing around the
chamber.
You feel:
the
You feel:
a drop-off in the
stone floor give way to floor, then empty space.
You see:
the walls of this cramped chamber
pebbles and sand as you Some wooden boards, bound
Underwater passage
covered in greenish phosphorescent lichen. A
approach the water’s
with rope that creak mightily
body, presumably male, nonhuman, slumped
You feel:
water, cool and fresh.
You
edge, the rough stone if pressed. The sound of
against the wall.
surface of the cavern wall water far below...
see:
a greenish glow ahead.
You See:
a faint glow,
If you examine the body...
under the water.
You hear:
faint
splashing
You feel:
a dagger, buried in the creature's chest,
from above,
gripped in the adventurer’s own hand
You see:
skittering
his face and hands are covered with...
no, are.
ahead of you
Lair
They are lichen. You feel:
a tingling sensation on
You feel:
slick
your fingertips...
You smell:
wet earth,
and muddy
animal droppings
You
earth,
see:
white light above,
soaking your
pouring through jagged
hands and
stone and earth, and
knees.
under it the shifting
You smell:
a musky odor.
You feel:
cool air
bulk of a sleeping thing,
sniffling and snuffling.
The Surface
You see:
the sun blazing
through the trees, blue
sky, clouds.
You hear:
wind, some far off bird
songs
You feel:
alive.
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