NAME climbed a stairway toward the sound of chanting. As she/he ascended the steps, blood began to rain down from above. Reaching the top step at a run, NAME found her/himself in a downpour of blood from holes in the ceiling. Cultists surrounding an open coffin drank in the blood. NAME didn't know what was going on, but the cultists held the relics she/he sought in their blood-slick hands.
|NAME, dripping with blood, raised her/his hands above her/his head and began shouting in tongues. As she/he hoped, the cultists mistook her/him for an incarnation of their god. They dropped to their knees laying the relics at NAME's feet. NAME took the relics, increased the volume of her/his shouting, backed down the stairs. Before the cultists realized they had been duped NAME was well on her/his way back to town.
||NAME mimicked the movements and chanting of the cultists hoping to fool them into thinking he/she was one of their own long enough to get close to the relics. It was clear that they were not fooled when they glared at NAME and changed the tone of their chanting. The blood covering NAME began to burn his/her skin and sting his/her eyes. He/She stumbled backward and fell backward over open space -- the stairs! After a bruising descent, NAME gathered himself/herself up and fled with a relic in hand.
- 9-16 damage
- 65 XP
- 29-43 gold