The Ancient Halls of Harhelm

The knight's eyes are on you in a second. His eyes are wild with betrayal.

He fiddles with his sleeve and sweeps his fist in an arc, but he is meters away from you.

Something huge slams into your side with speed crushing the left side of your body. You tumble and slam into a nearby wall.

You have never felt such pain before. You struggle to suck in air, but your lungs are shattered. You turn blue as your shattered lungs are unable to draw life-giving oxygen from the plentiful supply around you.
The stone is cold, so cold.
End Of Story