<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><i class="fas fa-dungeon"></i> <b>DM Narration Post</b><br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><i>‘’Waking up, a transition from the world of dreams into reality. And for that, it is always wise to take a little time. For then, we may ponder the messages of our dreams, weave them into the truth of our lives, and feel ready to greet the day. ‘’ </i>​</div><br/>
One by one, the adventures slowly awaken from the debauchery at the tavern. Not all of them were as resilient to powerful alcohol like the dwarf Snorri, and perhaps not as quick on their feet as the tiefling Ozyris. But none can deny that the hungover Kivan was the quickest to realize that he had to escape. The poor Peonie, not one to drink usually, was not as lucky with the thundering headache ripping through her skull... It is, afterall, kind of hard to refuse an invitation to the Blue Pig Pub… especially when invitations are only meant for remarkable adventurers. <br/>
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The current predicament, perhaps hard to recollect for some, was nonetheless alarming. The humid air, the sinister atmosphere, and the drip… drip… drip… echoing sound of water accumulating before them from the drainage hold in the far back of the room. Each adventurer chained from ankle and wrist to a singular ring slapped on the middle of the ceiling. The room was composed of ten jail cells, and multiple skeletons…Barrels scattered across the room. There was not a crack of light from the outdoors. No sounds beside the chilling draft… the lonely torch dancing with the draft coming from the wooden door closing the room from the what can be assumed an exit out.<br/>
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Suddenly, a loud thundering drum bang resonated through the room, the floor shaking and dust falling off the ceiling. The clangor of the chains connected to the ceiling ring echoing beyond the walls. Whoever standing could have been knocked right off the floor from the abruptness of the quake.<br/>
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A flash of light appeared, a single blue eye blinked and looked around to all four of the adventurers. A childish voice echoed from the glowing eye as it flickered from one adventurer to another.<br/>
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<i> “Death... I wonder how it feels...Hey, you! Tiefling, make sure you don't step on my friends or I'll have your head... or your lungs. You guys should reaaaaally get out of here.  ’’</i><br/>
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And a deep rushing sound of water thundered through the walls... <br/>
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<i class="far fa-comments"></i>: Held captive in a underground sewage jail, <b>a talking, glowing blue eye</b> warns you of eminent danger. You have absolutely nothing beside clothes. Time is of <b><i>essence</i></b>.<br/>
<i class="fas fa-stopwatch"></i>: Timed Interaction (unknown);<br/>
<i class="fas fa-dice-d20"></i>: No Dice Roll Needed.<br/>
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Players: <a class="username" data-user-id="8522" data-username="HammonToast" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8522/">HammonToast</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="2998" data-username="Corinthi" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2998/">Corinthi</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="8521" data-username="ShadowRogue" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8521/">ShadowRogue</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="8520" data-username="BlakeLee" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8520/">BlakeLee</a> </span>