This totally sucks. Went to bed last night just as cozy as you please and then woke up here in this nasty, grimy bricked up hole. I’m cold. And I’m pretty sure I’m late for work.
Gotta watch out for that Amontillado…
Whatever you do, don’t light a torch. You don’t want to see what else is there.
Trust me. And don’t ask how I know.
That whooshing sound above you…
is more bad news.
The upside is you’re about to get the closest shave you’ve ever had.
Relax. That’s just a Corvus corax rustling about.
I hate it when that happens - especially on a Monday!
If you do manage to escape any time soon, you might want to stay off airplanes for a while. I understand you’re not very popular in the friendly skies these days…
So, if you are late for work, will they fire you? And the dungeon gets repossessed? I am looking for some new digs. It sounds rather charming.
I woke up in an oubliette once, I can’t help ya much though, cause I just can’t remember it.
I remember back in the day when dungeons didn’t even have internet access.
…all they had was the beating of a tell-tale heart…
I am the son of Count Rugen.
You killed my father.
Prepare to die.
For the love of God, Montressor!
Damn you, gotpasswords
(Same old digs here; less-than-rather charming)
Just noticed the OP’s name… so I’m picturing him in The Pit of Despair.
Search for secret doors.
Or a loose brick…though you may need two people.
Put … the candle … BACK!
No, no first check for traps… Bunch of 1st level noobs…
You brought your 10’ pole, and the rope and the (disposable) halfing thief right?
You are likely to be eaten by a grue.