We must tread carefully, Windy. Or in your case, hover and float carefully. Who knows what lies up ahead. I have come to distrust things that emit a glow in the dark because they are surrounded by pools of radiant light that have no source or end.
Let us approach with great care and caution. My keen senses as an adventurer are tingling. Or I might be hungry, hard to tell at this juncture.
Nope. Absolutely not. I will not open that chest. This is clearly a trap. That swirling pool of mist will extricate the life right out of us and cast us aside as desiccated husks. That is not a chest to be tampered with. I knew this was would be fraught with peril. I should have listened to the warnings of all the skeletons we crushed while trying to get in here.
More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia
- The Challenge Dungeon Run
- Economic instability forces me to seek secondary employment
- I believe I have a mandrake problem
- Where does this track lead to?
- Log rides in Upper Fortus
- Fit in mind and body
- The Buried Treasure of Penmawr Island – Assembling Captain Kennet
- A cold, bleak, dark winter ahead
- A glitchy, but satisfying Dungeon Run with Bayridge and the gang
- One Outlander’s Trashy Ill Gotten Gains Is Another Outlander’s Treasury of Ill Gotten Gains