Piett struggled to open the doors of the Fietz Manor. Of the 10 adventurers that came together to visit this place, only he, and a very nervous looking Orc called Briggs survived to make it to the front door.
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No, don't interrupt me. Anyways. Fine. Perhaps survive was a wrong choice of words.
Of 10 adventurers, 3 suddenly fell to a mystery sickness. 5 suddenly decided that they had to visit their long lost sisters, and 4 got eaten by a random Giant Spider which somehow inhabited Piett's miniature tent.
That makes 12 of ten
Some fell into more than one category
I won't ask
Anyways back to Piett. As soon as Piett finally opened the door, a body slumped across a desk greeted them in the front hall.
Briggs panicked. He jumped onto the nearby couch to get a higher ground against any enemies. The obvious weight and size difference between the couch and the orc, however, managed to bring it down to the ground with a heavy crash. Briggs, still yelping, leapt onto a 50 year old desk, destroying that as well. Finally, he cowered behind Piett.
Piett examined the body. "He's merely drunk," Piett said. Pointing to a pile of wine bottles.
Balseraph wines, go figures. After telling Briggs that the couch was not inherantly evil and that it will do no attempt to stab him in the back, moved into the deeper parts of the building, when a rotting smell greeted them.
Piett frowned. "Hey Briggs, do you..." but he never finished his sentence, for Briggs was gone.
"That coward." Piett mumbled as he heard Briggs screaming away into a dark corridor. Piett prepared a fireball and leapt into the room.
It was a kitchen, and bodies of rotting former adventurers greeted them. Their faces grey and contorted as if they saw something horrifying...or was in great pain. Piett picked up a fork from between their hands. "Family Lead."
Piett threw it into the darkness. Disposing the vile thing that had taken all those adventurer's lives and also effectively killing the ghoul that was sneaking up towards him.
To be continued
