The Catacombs of Carnal Corruption

You stand before the CATACOMBS OF CARNAL CORRUPTION. Many an adventurer has given into its wiles and met a salacious fate within its titillating halls.
You stand before the CATACOMBS OF CARNAL CORRUPTION. Many an adventurer has given into its wiles and met a salacious fate within its titillating halls.
Luckily, you are no common adventurer. You are the Honourable Grayson of House Tabbysworth. Fourthborn, but first most dashing. You have come to the Catacombs to prove your virtue and win the hand of a fair maiden.
You retrieve your Looking Glass of Glamorous Recall from your pack. Gazing into the mirror you are unsurprised to find a phenomenal reflection.
You are feeling a bit peckish after the long journey here. Looks like it’s time for a well-deserved fancy lad meal!
Sneaking up on you before you’ve even entered the dungeon? During tea time, no less? Dirty pool! Looks like you’ll have to show this ruffian how to really fight dirty.
Hm. That tea trick usually works. You consult your Almanac of Beasts and Creeps to determine what kind of beast and/or creep you’re dealing with. You decide it’s only polite to invite him to the discussion.
Ears ringing. The crushing pressure of cold, unfeeling clay. A squelching sound that you don’t want to think about. And then… darkness.
You’re… alive? Nobody is more surprised by this development than you are. You’re not entirely sure it’s a good thing.
Your inventory, such that it is, is largely scattered across the innards of the great clay beast. From here you can see your family’s Bottomless Warming Kettle, Everfresh Picnic Basket, and Tarp of Unending Coziness all floating around in the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…