Don't Die in my Dungeon - part 1: Breaking the Drought
"Don’t Die in My Dungeon” Breaking the Drought “Don’t Die in My Dungeon” Waru stared down from his parapet, watching the line of adventurers milling about, just beyond the range of his lowest lieutenants. They’d eye them warily, come slightly closer, maybe even bang a pan or hit a shield, then run back as his foolish front-line guards slowly shambled forward to be dispatched one at a time. “Stupid undead…” he muttered. “Stupid adventurers…” He ran a hand down through his long, pin-like beard, watching the few forward guards slowly creep forward and get eliminated by the adventurers. Small gems dropped from them - mana globules, the power of this place - apparently of great value to anyone outside it. He sighed. “Stupid adventurers…” One, wearing strange copper-colored armor, raised the gem above his head and apparently crushed it. It dissipated down over the adventurer, making him glow momentarily. He cheered, drawing the attention of a few more of Waru’s lieutenants, ...