We couldn't carry on with the Golden Vault due to missing players, so we did a quick Shadowdark intro instead. I couldn't even stay the whole evening, so... eh. Thoughts at the end.
Anyway, we were given level 0 PCs with no equipment, kidnapped by armed men from our village and thrown into a dungeon with a single torch at our disposal. We stepped forwards into the dark corridor, and searched the first room.
After a couple of tries, I found a barrel top to function as an improvised shield, and a dagger - perfect for my dexterous halfling, Motherfucker Jones.[1] We also found two shortbows but no arrows, and a pole.
We moved on into a creepy spot with three unhinged statues, representing the three stages of some sort of sacrifice.
Flesh. Bone. All.
Moving forwards into a chamber filled with water up to the knees... We moved the drain to retrieve a key, with no purpose at this point. In the water, we encountered some sort of gelatinous monster. I quickly wounded it with a couple of swipes of my dagger, to the great disappointment of the GM. The slime ran away by climbing up into a pipe.
Nothing to do in the dead end, so we went back to explore another chamber. This time, we found nothing interesting in the pile of old discarded crap. A wandering skeleton beset upon us, but once again I stood my ground, barrel top up, swinging my dagger. The other two crawlers kept charging in, hitting the skeleton with fist and foot[2], then moving back. Hitting it with scavenged bones and poles did nothing in particular.
At this point I had to leave, but I later heard that Motherfucker Jones died by being thrown into a vat of acid by his own comrades.
Fitting, I suppose.
Review... after playing an hour or so?
[1] Note that the PCs were randomly generated by the DM beforehand, and I only asked for the one without a name. I had a backstory in mind, but never got to express it.
[2] Remember, no gear.






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