Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28718853-20190417132101/@comment-28718853-20190703095938

A rainstorm has forced a mage to seek shelter from the elements, and luckily, he is quick to find it in the form of a cave. With no consideration that the cave might be deserted, he activates an illumination spell and makes his entry. He treks rather deep, but doesn't intend to travel deeper than he needs to.

Soon, he comes to a spacious chamber that to his surprise possesses a tattered sleeping bag. Perhaps it would be a good idea to rest up as well.

Despite the sleeping bag's awful condition, the mage slips into it and deactivates his illumination spell. Before he can have his nap though, he is stirred out of his tiredness by a chorus of sounds. He lights up the chamber and peers up at the ceiling. A scream is nearly let out from his mouth as he stares at maybe a hundred Werebats hanging from the ceiling, and they're all staring at him with hungry expressions.

The illumination spell is bright. Unfortunately, it isn't bright enough to keep the Werebats at bay who now proceed to swarm and strip the mage.