2d20

2d20

The final two are cleaved
And she marches onward
Noting how strange it was
To encounter ghouls
In this neck of the swamplands

Could it be that a hive has festered
She tries to recall the local population statistics
Indeed, a few small villages scattered about
Perchance her services against this plight
Could be needed by the villagers

With greater haste
She makes her way to the nearest sign of life
She finds the village in ruins
And completely infested by ghouls
Still feasting upon the flesh of their victims

They notice this all too eager hero
This foolish hero
In her brash mistake
Standing in fury of her mistake
Refusing to let this be the end

Her story continues...