by devilbird » Fri May 05, 2017 11:12 pm
(Luck roll 75 vs DC 75)
(Perception 11 vs DC 15)
(Perception 6 vs DC 10)
(Perception 20 vs DC 20)
You end up spending a long time searching, almost ready to give up, but luck shines on you. You dig around, and see something glint under a broken lamp. To your surprise, it is your pendant. The chain is broken, and you don't have any pockets, so you tie the chain around one of your biceps to keep it safe. You then keep an eye out for some suitable clothing for a sorcerer of your caliber, but your search turns up short. It's likely there aren't a lot of powerful casters among the common folk, and if there were, they probably weren't captured so easily. You do see some clothes in your size, but they don't look too appealing. They are little more than burlap sacks. They look itchy at the best of times, and that is before the dried cum stains that practically coat the stupid things. It also looks like a hole was torn in the crotch of the pants. The hole combined with the stains paint an all too vivid picture of the fate of the previous owner. It also doesn't come with any shoes or underwear. Well, it's either this, going nude, or taking what you swear is a gimp suit from the pile.
Your strange luck turns once more as you find a perfectly useful quarter staff in the pile more towards the back of the pit. It is a lovely, ornate staff with depictions of people bowing to a sketching of a woman who's head is an iron cat head at the end of the staff. As you hold it, it feels less like a find, and more like a gift from someone. It feels like this was meant to keep you safe, though that feeling of safety doesn't last long. You feel the garbage underneath you shift and you can hear some things rattling about in other parts of the pit. As those things burrow under you, they end up popping out by the exit of the pit. Three tough looking reptilian abominations, that you know to be troglodytes, now cut off your exit. You now know there that foul stench was coming from. They stare at you hungrily, though you fear the hunger changes to something worse as their eyes cloud over. They are breathing in the miasma!