A26.
This is part of the #Dungeon23 challenge in which you make one room to a dungeon every day for a year. In an effort to link my memories to the creation, I am also writing a personal journal entry with each room that may or may not be related.
You don’t have to read that part.
A26.
If you’re outside Kik’ina Kir looking into this room through the window, it’ll appear to be a quiet sleeping quarter for a high-ranking official. A candle flickers on the desk near some important looking maps. This is an illusion.
If you’re in the hallway inside the fortress standing outside the door of this room, all you can tell is that it absolutely stinks. It’s gross. For real. Just standing by the door makes your stomach turn.
Don’t open the door.
Don’t break in through the window.
Okay so you did one of those things.
Fetid, rancid, viscera and limbs spill out into the hallway or out onto the balcony depending on where you are.
Make a save. Strength. Will. Constitution. Whatever the stat is bro. Make that save or you pass the fuck out from vomiting so much.
The smell will attract blood crawlers that dwell down here.
I hadn’t mentioned blood crawlers before because I just thought of them. They’ll be a part of the random encounter table for this area.
Blood crawlers eat dead stuff but absolutely love fresh blood. That’s you!
There’s nothing of value in this room, it’s where the Necromancer disposes of his… mistakes.
Try finding a box of these tiles for your shower floor. It’s not easy!
1/26/23
Busy busy busy.
Have you ever hunted for tiles that match the tile already in your home?
Like a tile breaks, but it came with the place, so you don’t know where it came from.
Now go find it.
That’s been me with three different tiles the past two weeks.
It was the lamest quest ever.
But today I found the third and final tile, after searching many stores, and inadvertently learning a lot about tiles.
The whole time I was like “oh, grownups do this. They go into tile stores, and make choices about tile.”
I’m nearly 40 years old and I still have thoughts like this.
“Oh look at me, I installed a garbage disposal. Grownups do this. That must be me now.”
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like being a grown up is a part of my core identity. I’ll be 65 years old, getting my yearly prostate exam and I’ll still be saying to myself “Oh look at how responsible I am. Maybe I’m a grownup now.”
But we all know I’ll still be writing about rooms filled with rotten body parts and goblin/necromancer warfare.
See you tomorrow.
-jae
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