genericangstyposter Posted:

Jason decides that he’s going to scout around a little bit. He spins around, and points towards a pbumage randomly Roll a d6, divide by three… 1 is the first, 2 is the second, 3 is the third. He’s going to scout out that pbumage for about two minutes, and then return. Move silently, 10.

Instinctively you look up as you hear the clank of steel on steel echo in the spiral air well. Oh, by Hextor’s fist… your two companions have apparently taken it into their heads to join you on the bottom. You would make as if to shush him, but you stop yourself as the futility of the action makes itself apparent to you. You peer down the pbumages, but no army has appeared to snuff out the life of you three unfortunates: yet.

The fates point to the one smelling of **** and crap; you could take that, given your party’s affinity with bodily excretion so far, or you could take the necromancer’s suggestion.