And so we find our heroes approaching their destiny.
Five brave souls were willing to face off against the foulest and darkest dungeon found, hoping to find their share of treasure and live like the adventuring kings of legend! The five had come together from a various mish-mash of locations for this adventure, prepared to finally be the ones to clear the dungeon.
First from the mountains afar was the healer Marceline, tall and fair, clad in the standard white robes of her trade. She was prepared mostly to just do her normal thing - hide behind everyone else and heal them when they got injured, doing absolutely no fighting herself.
Standing beside her, somewhat hunched over with eyes darting around nervously as she pulled at her long, dark hair, was the mighty dark sorceress Leanan, more commonly called Kit. Black robes swished with her nervous movements, a wide-brimmed witchy hat hiding her face, which was rather inconvenient as she had to keep lifting it up to see herself. With the treasures she’d no doubt plunder from this dungeon she hoped perhaps she could finally afford a hat that fit.
On the other side of the group was another wizard. This one just an apprentice of more standard attack magic. Dylan adjusted his well-fitting straw hat, dusting his plain, brown robe off as he looked at the imposing entrance before them. Stalagmites and stalactites marked the dungeon’s entrance, rising out of the ground like a burial mound, looking like a dangerous carnivore’s mouth. Dylan wondered if the entrance was a mimic, but the allure of gold was too enticing to give up.
Dark, tight clothes wound about the slim individual standing beside Dylan. A sharp knife was tossed up and caught easily repeatedly by the rogue Ryan. He brushed a few stray wisps of his dark hair out of his eyes as he surveilled the area with airy confidence. He was the second most experienced dungeoneer here. For some reason this dungeon just didn’t feel challenging to him. He thought that maybe only novice adventurers went in there and got lost. He didn't think there was any chance that would happen to him!
Standing in the middle of the group, body clad in thick iron armour save for his head, was the hero, Nicolai. He swung a huge broadsword with ease, one-handed, as his other hand held a large, protective shield. He was the most experienced adventurer. And the one who had brought this group together into one ‘party’ as they called it.
“Alright, just like the other dungeons, we’ll clear this out no problem. And this time we go home rich as hell!” Nicolai cheered, raising his sacred sword straight up, the tip pointing at the noonday sun overhead.
His allies cheered, raising their own weaponry to match their leader. No matter how nervous they got, he always could rally their spirits. With orbs of light magic cast by Dylan and Marceline lighting the way the quintet descended down the steps into the dark dungeon, unaware that they had just sealed their fate and forced their destinies along a new path.