Shadowgate

Your charred body plummets hard through the Iron Gate. You toss the shield off your back, allowing yourself a moment's comfort. Sword in hand, you cross the room to the sofa and lay your trembling body down for a moments rest.

Mere minutes pass.

You sit up and eye the glowing buckler on the floor. Enduring the pain, you cross the room and heave the steel on to your back. With a sigh, you move onwards.