Our story begins in the foul lair of a mad sorcerer. Deep within the bowls of a cavern a cell made of rusty iron bars a lone figure rests lumped upon a pile of rags. She waits for the only other being in this place to deliver her ration of slop, a small goblin called Briggs. The master is gone and has been for sometime and the food has gradually become worse now to little more than watery bone broth with a piece of moldy bread.
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You rage for about half a minute, as you move down the hall the tunnel ascends steeper and steeper until the gradient is about 60 degrees and ends in a vertical shaft about 3 feet tall and 3 feet wide, you can see glimmers of light shining threw what seems to be fallen branches and decaying leaves...Your rage ends and you are fatigued for about a minute. As you sit there catching your breath from your exertions you hear a whistling sound as wind blows through the shaft
Broken sticks and decaying leaves tumble down on your face, you sneeze and are a bit dirtier than you were before the sun now lights up the entire hole along with it
Note: You haven't bathed in 3 months, been living in a dirt cell, sleeping on some old rags and are covered in goblin and dogs blood, and your armor is still sticky from the broken potions
