Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20190819050250

(some music to run in the background?)

As the combat side of adventuring life had collapsed under the weight of the receent alteration to all monsters, you had decided to visit one of the most prolific dens of corruption from the old age.

There, in tge graveyard where the dead often rose, you found a stairway and descended, but as you proceed ever deeper, your once faint heartbeat begins to thunder in your ears, and your feet fall in step to the rhythm, chaining you to the tune of a song that now thunders in your head.

You spy a figure, waltzing aimlessly to the beat. . . 