Trapped
There are old Dwarven holds all through the Rooksridge Mountains, good pickings for a tomb robber like yourself. But when your tunnel collapsed, burying your partners under tons of rock, you realized you'd have to find another way out. Will you exit with a fortune in plunder, or die lost beneath the grey hills?
Labels: map, microdungeon
1 Comments:
The Butcher! That takes me back! That grim voice shouting out "Fresh meat!"
July 2, 2010 at 6:42 AM
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