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Chapter 7: The Undervault
Status: [11/3], Frenzy, Bloodthirst
There is no time to think. And thinking has never been your specialty.
You make a mad dash towards the Gate to the Undervault.
The Abyssal Crawlers step in your path.
You cut them down in a single swing, but one of them manages to claw your arm in the process.
Status: [11/5], Frenzy, Bloodthirst
The portal looms ominously before you.
You jump in.
You feel as if you are being ripped apart and reassembled repeatedly. Black lightning flashes around you in the red void… or is it red lightning in a black void? A dark essence suffocates you, and you suddenly cannot recall where you are. You feel the presence of death lingering nearby, like a crow before a slaughter…
…and then you fall out the other side of the portal and slam into the ground at mad dash speed. The last thing you see before the world goes black is the spectral sword skittering from your hand across a wooden floor.
When you wake up, you find yourself in a soft bed staring up at a ceiling of wooden planks.
This is the Undervault? you think. It doesn’t look too demonic…
Suddenly, a jolly face with a thick orange beard and huge red nose pops into your line of sight.
“Welcome to my inn!” the man shouts in your face. “You’ve been on the run all day. Relax! Take a seat.” Instead of taking a seat you leap to your feet. You know this apparition from tales whispered in the darkest alleys of Xaan – it is the notorious Harth Stonebrew, the Dread Innkeeper, Killer of Strategy and Rigger of Packs! You need to get back to the portal before he boils your blood into his ale!
But where is the portal? you wonder frantically as you shove past the Innkeeper and leap down the stairs three at a time. Then you have a thought. The door to the inn! It must be!
You slip on the last step (it seems to be covered with some toxic sludge) and crash to the floor.
Status: [9/2], Frenzy, Sprained Ankle (This can only move 1 space)
You manage to get to your feet, but it soon becomes clear that your running days are over. And not just because you sprained your ankle in the fall; the entire the floor of the inn is covered with thousands of wooden tables, each with two people playing Hearthstone on it. The saloon doors of the inn are at least a ten-minute jostle away, and you can hear the Innkeeper stomping down the stairs behind you. Things are looking bleak.
- Sit down on the bottom step and start crying.
- Challenge the Dread Innkeeper to a duel of Hearthstone to win your freedom.
- Hold a nearby Snowflipper Penguin hostage until you get safe passage to the portal.
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