A ghoul shambled in a dark, dank cave wandering through a pitch black dark. Dragging its feet along the smooth, almost unnatural stone with mindless idleness that only the truly lost could muster. The ghoul reeks of a vile stench of the blight-mongers of age-less past long forgotten; the stench is reminiscent of a bunkhouse in Old Itar, with the usual smell of rotting decay as the madness ravaged the farmlands, the stench of the dung-heaps filled, not only with the bodily waste yet to be burned but of the remnants of deceased families, lost to the un-godly times of great suffering. A glint of shining light and a crack far in the depths in the deep dark of this forgotten cavern long thought to be carved by either the ancestors of old or the Old Ones born from the great abyss that was the great Emergence; catches the decayed visage of the monster that which was once prey to its current brethren, SPLAT!!! An arrow finds its new temporary home submerged and cleanly, wedged neatly within the newly made hole that was once the living brain, turned rotten and yet decaying canister that housed its base instincts. "That's another one." A man named Reimund said. "Why must there be so many here, as if there once was a crypt here, now wiped from the face of this place; almost as if it radiated malevolent energies with no place." A different man named Reginald' said, "These caves are thought to be either carved from mortal hands or divine will." A woman named Clara said. "Pfft," said Reimund. "Look, we must keep onward for the ruins," said Reginald. "Alright," said the two other adventurers as they all; trudged onward through the cave.

As the adventurers walked through the dark cave, slaying any monster they encountered, they would come upon an impasse with an old, worn, and splintered wooden sign. "Uh? A fork in the path?" said Reimund. "Calm down' Reimund, we'll figure this out; anyway, what does this sign say?" Said Clara. The woman knelt, with one leg to read the sign, "The sign says, Two paths open before you, one filled with treasure, the other filled with forgotten knowledge, both filled with dangers, which is which, that is for you to decide." "Well, that was ominous," said Reginald. "Hmm, I suppose we should inspect the two tunnels," said Clara. "The trio strikes their gazes down the left path, stone rockier than the rest of the cave that they had seen' stale air' fills the tunnel, airflow leads down the path, and growls and groans can be heard; down this path. "This tunnel seems like a good contender for the better reward," said Reimund.  "We won't entirely know without inspecting the other tunnel." Said, Reginald. "Well then, let's see what is down there, shall we?" said Clara. The trio strikes their gazes down the right path, and they see the stone very rocky, like the left tunnel, however; the rocks that jut out, smooth as if carved with purpose, and the air seems thicker than the rest of the tunnel as if it was carved out much longer ago. "Looks like this tunnel may just have the better treasure," Reimund says. "Hmm, it seems more likely to have better treasure." Said, Reginald. "Hold on, you forget something?" Said Clara. "What? Hold on." A silent chanting, almost like the breath of a reborn, could be heard. "How did I not hear that?" Reginald says. "Odd, aren't you supposed to have the hearing of one of those cats living in the jungles?" Says Reimund.

"I do! That's why I'm so surprised." Says Reginald. "Interesting, well the more dangerous the tunnel, the better the treasure," says Reginald. "Hey, Clara, you still got healing and fortifying spells?" Says Reimund. "That I do, Rei, that I do." Says Clara. As the trio decides to head down the path of "better treasure," they trudge down in search of treasure, and they encounter something awe-inspiring ruins, the kind of an ancient civilization, and artifacts, forgotten over time. However, tragedy would strike. Creatures, in seclusion, approached the trio of adventurers. Fire bolts were sent, flying boiling, blood exploding everywhere, arrows flying, their targets, the heads of the monsters, and dual swords swinging, stabbing, and slashing. "THERE ARE A GREAT MANY MONSTERS HERE, MUST BE SOME GREAT FUCKIN TREASURE HERE!" Yells Reimund." "THEY KEEP COMING, MUST BE A PORTAL THAT THEY'RE COMING OUT OF!" Yells Reimund." "SHOULD WE RETREAT AND COME BACK WITH MORE POWER?!?!?" Yells Clara. "WHY NOT!!!" Reimund and Reginald yell. The trio unanimously agrees to leave and return with a more powerful force. As they run back through the tunnels, a ghoul attempts to block the group's way, only to be met with a blade to the chest and a firebolt to the face, killing it instantly. When the group closed in on the entrance they used earlier, a wall by the exit broke off, shocking the adventurers. "GASP A GOLEM!?!?!" the adventurers said. Clara casts a firebolt to stun the golem BANG the firebolt hits the golem's head only to leave scorch marks and no dent.

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"DAMMIT!!! I thought that would do something." Clara loudly said. As Clara fired her firebolt at the golem, Reimund gets struck several times with swords by three skeletons and once by a ghoul clawing him in his side. A zombie grabs Reimund's sword and throws it to the side. "HELP!" Reimund screams at the top of his lungs. Reginald fires off an arrow with his bow killing a zombie, going for a bite at Reimund's shoulder, but to no avail, as the golem slams its arms against the walls of the tunnel, causing a cave-in, leaving Reimund at the mercy of the undead. "REIMUND!!!!!" Clara wailed. "NO!!!" Yelled Reginald. Clara would repeatedly slam her first into the rocks, her nails digging into the palm of her hand until her blood was drawn. Reginald feels like he should do something, but...  he finds himself powerless to do anything other than drop to his knees, staring at the rocks which had trapped his friend.   Reimund falls on his back and gets pinned, the monsters constantly slashing, clawing, punching, and biting him until the world starts blacking out, looking up he sees Clara attempt to run to his aid with Reginald reaching into his quiver, only to feel nothing, as the rocks fall from the roof, trapping him into, eternal darkness and rendering him unconscious. An hour passed until Reimund awoke to find himself still, alive, and feeling like he was being dragged away, eyes adapting to the darkness, allowing him to see his captors. He thinks, to himself, "The monsters? Why are they dragging me deeper? Probably to be eaten in their lair. Wait, the ground didn't feel rough, am I, in the ruins?" Through the darkness, smooth stone walls could be seen. They hardly appear ruined, have they been, maintaining this place?" Just as Reimund makes these observations, they give way to the usual cave walls he had, seen entering the cave, but this stone feels weird, not physically, but... 

in a spiritual sense, as if they are being corrupted by something or someone. Just as Reimund thinks this, the undead stop, tossing him, down a deep hole, into the shadows, the eternal darkness, never the same again.