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By luck, or by choice, all the misplaced people that could be found in the dungeon wound up in the largest room. The exit door looming like a promise ahead of them. It was progress! But progress was currently locked. Any keys that had been scavenged during their explorations were proving mismatched. There were other options to consider, breaking the door down, of course. Thick as it was, the collection of people gathered here had some rather interesting skills.
However before any consensus could be reached, that sound. The scraping that had been a whisper at the edge of awareness. It grew louder, the Dread Guard, dragging his longsword across the stone; stepped into the room. No life in his eyes, there was a glowing rune etched into his helmet. Much the same as the automatons that followed him into the room. (one appeared to be heavily damaged)
No talking from this Guard. His purpose was simple and with no will to question it, he'd come to claim the lives of this group, just as he'd claimed the lives of so many before them.
( Raise a glass of wine, for the last time )
However before any consensus could be reached, that sound. The scraping that had been a whisper at the edge of awareness. It grew louder, the Dread Guard, dragging his longsword across the stone; stepped into the room. No life in his eyes, there was a glowing rune etched into his helmet. Much the same as the automatons that followed him into the room. (one appeared to be heavily damaged)
No talking from this Guard. His purpose was simple and with no will to question it, he'd come to claim the lives of this group, just as he'd claimed the lives of so many before them.
( Raise a glass of wine, for the last time )
