The Chronicles of Aeld

Undead Don’t Need Gold I

It began as a simple operation, carefully undertaken, until it undertook them (and not even by surprise). Straightforward into the first room, (literally) pulled the rope, met the guard, reacted with hostility, met two more guards, discussed at length which one of the three guards was the original guard, and then Ms. Cat froze like the well-intentioned at the fateful choice between ‘go to the boat, everybody dies’ and ‘stay here, maybe everybody dies’.

Ms. Cat, received a scar, improving her strength (her resiliency?) from 11 to 13, and after rolling back that last fateful turn, she recovered with a better plan and saved the party. She will no doubt have some restless sleep and a dream visit by nightingales, for a favor now owed.

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