Hall of Infinite Doors
You say, "Me Krull! Me mighty warrior!"
The warriors stare at you. Then one of them snorts, and the rest burst out laughing.
"Wot is so funny?" you ask, trying your best to sound tough.
The taller warrior manages to calm himself enough to answer, "My grandmother could crush ye; ye are nothin' more than a wee pup!"
"I am not!" you cry out, frusterated, "I'm a mighty warrior. Nothing can stand against me!"
"Oh ya!" the tall warrior takes this as a challenge, "If ye believe y'urself to be so mighty, prove it!"
"Make him find a Rundmaw!" one of the other warriors chimes in.
"Ya!" the tall man looks at you and smiles not-so-nicely, "Go out and find a Rundmaw, kill it, an' bring it back here. Than y'u'll be a warrior."
"What does it look like?" you ask, hoping that you haven't got yourself into something too bad.
"It lives in the bones," a warrior says. He has stopped laughing.
"A Rundmaw is only a smaller wyrm." the tall warrior crosses his muscular arms, "Now go."
"Alright then," you say bravely (though your voice is quivering from fear). You take your small knife out of your pocket, another rising laugh ensues, and you set off to find the beast.
Scrambling over bones and catapulting yourself off of skulls, you quickly make it far from the camp and the dead body of the black dragon.
It isn't too long before a Rundmaw finds you, bites into your leg, and pulls you under the bones to join the dead.
The warriors stare at you. Then one of them snorts, and the rest burst out laughing.
"Wot is so funny?" you ask, trying your best to sound tough.
The taller warrior manages to calm himself enough to answer, "My grandmother could crush ye; ye are nothin' more than a wee pup!"
"I am not!" you cry out, frusterated, "I'm a mighty warrior. Nothing can stand against me!"
"Oh ya!" the tall warrior takes this as a challenge, "If ye believe y'urself to be so mighty, prove it!"
"Make him find a Rundmaw!" one of the other warriors chimes in.
"Ya!" the tall man looks at you and smiles not-so-nicely, "Go out and find a Rundmaw, kill it, an' bring it back here. Than y'u'll be a warrior."
"What does it look like?" you ask, hoping that you haven't got yourself into something too bad.
"It lives in the bones," a warrior says. He has stopped laughing.
"A Rundmaw is only a smaller wyrm." the tall warrior crosses his muscular arms, "Now go."
"Alright then," you say bravely (though your voice is quivering from fear). You take your small knife out of your pocket, another rising laugh ensues, and you set off to find the beast.
Scrambling over bones and catapulting yourself off of skulls, you quickly make it far from the camp and the dead body of the black dragon.
It isn't too long before a Rundmaw finds you, bites into your leg, and pulls you under the bones to join the dead.
