Merentha: In the Eyes of a Kobold Scholar



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The Lions of Broadhurst

I knew I should've left, but my sense of adventure was too much to handle.

"I had never been here before, I freaked, I didn't know what to do."

I had just wandered around fighting and killing, growing more experienced, when Scapegoat sent me a request for a bag. I opened a portal directly to him, and entered it. I created a magical bag or two, and gave them to him. He left, and I noticed I had never been here before. I have always been one looking for new kills, and adventuring. I wandered around, and found a duchess. I attacked her, thinking it would be an easy kill. Then she casted paralyze on me. This was not good. She slowly tapped me down for 5 or 6 rounds of attacks, and then she casted paralyze again. Luckily the first paralyze had not worn off, so this time it backfired, and we both sat there unable to do anything. I was the first to break free and a ran. I had not lost too much life, and was greatful for it. I knew it was time to leave. But what harm could one or two more rooms do?
I wandered around, and then was grabbed and thrown into a room with six lions.
I had never been here, I freaked, I didn't know what to do. I let them paw away at me while I searched for a way out, the gate to the tunnel was closed, and by the time I got to it, I saw a skeleton in a long black robe. He held out his bony hand, and touched my shoulder. I passed out.
That was my 40th death. Another sad day.