Lost Adventurers
The entrance to the cave opens like a hungry mouth, exuding a damp, rancid air. The light of the outside world dies a few steps ahead, swallowed by restless shadows. Veronica enters first, sword firm and shield raised, advancing without fear, ready to face whatever comes her way. Lyra follows her, conjuring a magical flame that reveals walls marked by claws, scattered bones and clear signs that this place is a nest. His eyes analyze everything, aware that the cave is a living and hostile territory. Nyx enters last — or maybe disappears before then. Her footsteps fade, but her presence remains, attentive to the shadows that move. Attentive eyes look out from the cracks: goblins, many of them, patient and hungry. They don't attack. They observe. They surround it. The cave closes behind the three with a dry crack, making it clear, in that tense silence, that they have never been alone, a group of goblins is lurking, what are they going to do? It's up to you.
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The entrance to the cave opens like a hungry mouth, exuding a damp, rancid air. The light of the outside world dies a few steps ahead, swallowed by restless shadows. Veronica enters first, sword firm and shield raised, advancing without fear, ready to face whatever comes her way. Lyra follows her, conjuring a magical flame that reveals walls ma...Read more