You had always avoided that place, before, like everyone else. Heavy iron chains, to be delivered to the wizard tower that rested on the hill.
#DAMSELS AND DUNGEONS WALKTHROUGH SKIN#
You don't want those embers touching your bare skin in the meantime.It had been just the other day that you'd received a special request. You've always known you'll retire one day, and settle down. ]Your dark black beard hides more than a few charred hairs where the flame bit at you, but you've never been willing to shave it off. Before you could question it, though, the door opened up and. Like you don't belong in a place this grand. Someone who could afford to pay 50 gold coins.Ī blush colored your cheeks behind the beard as you knocked on the door.
Someone wealthy and powerful lived there. When you got closer, it seemed more like a mansion. There was a house at the base of it, where the wizard probably lived. That must have been some of that weird magic, though, because up close it was tall and sturdy. The tower had always appeared tilted in the distance, like it was going to fall over. No ghouls leaped out at you, and no animals tried to maul you. The walk up from town had been pretty peaceful, actually. People said iron was the best defense against magic, anyway. It would have been enough to put your hammer down for good! Just so long as you took it with you, to bash away any strange magical creatures and make sure you got paid. A man should be more grounded than to mess around with forces they didn't understand.įifty gold coins for an armful of steel chains overcame your objections, though. It had been just the other day that you'd received a special request. You don't want those embers touching your bare skin in the meantime. Your dark black beard hides more than a few charred hairs where the flame bit at you, but you've never been willing to shave it off. Your well muscled arms speak of the trade, along with the occasional burn mark where the fires singed your skin. Perhaps if you focused on one thing at a time?
The closer you get to your memories, the more it hurts. It feels like a spike is being driven through your mind.
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