0933: Nídhögg
0931: Ranger
Lvl 2 7 👁 7 ⚖ 7 ⚔

0932: Sir Averny

7
Owned by North

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[HARD] a tight fit
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[HARD] come down
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[BOSS] spectral hand attack!
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[EASY] flash flood
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Literature
Fields of yellow flowers had haunted the surface and the Dungeon alike.  Olwen caught herself checking each bloom for a likeness to her father. She did not know what that meant. A tilt of the petals, maybe, the way he used to hang his head—or a familiar scent among the pollen. She knew she was looking in vain, though. The Harvesters fields grew in the echoes of ancient battles, gourds arrayed like battalions. Her father had died in his bed. He should have been there am...
just another tomb
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[HARD] splash dash
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gouts of flame
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something's waiting in the bushes for us
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Literature
“Steady! Hold! Hold.” Sir Averny’s voice was firm and full in the throne room, until suddenly the shuddering box stilled, and whatever burgeoning evil inside realized that there was still no escape from its prison. Whether the box had been there all along, rusting for millennia, or had instead materialized from the dungeon’s whims since Averny’s last stay at the castle-lodge, it was quieted for now. Muffled. Four sets of hooves gingerly descended from ...
[HARD] throne rooms + empty towers pt. 2
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“He calls himself Wicker Man. Have you ever heard such a name for a Courser?” Hildebrand cast Sir Averny a weary, whale-eyed glance. He carried his head low, unused to the new chain coif he wore about his head. “Well, no, but… It can’t be his real name. Can it?” “Certainly not. A title—it must be. A moniker. Heavens forbid, a ...
[EASY] throne rooms + empty towers pt. 1
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[HARD] From Towers Tall
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[EASY] speak friend and enter
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Literature
Time crept forward like sludge in an hourglass. It was going to take forever to make it out of the Dungeons at this rate. The pressure-plate puzzle that had greeted them at the beginning of their journey had been as easy as walking. A simple matter of putting mosaic flora in order, from seed to crisped, dying bloom. Howell had solved it quickly and efficiently, before Dag had much time to complain. But this one—disc...
[HARD] descending pt. 5
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[EASY] descending pt. 4
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[EASY] descending pt. 3
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[MEDIUM] descending pt. 2
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Rising out of the gloom at the end of a long tunnel was an unremarkable wall. It was quiet, filthy, and inscrutible. "A dead end," said Dag, coming to halt before it. He thought—not for the first time in their gruelling trek below—that he had been mistaken to agree to campaign with this particular group again. The last time, he had been soundly beaten by a shadow with no sense of sportsmanship. Sir Averny, who purported to be a knight, hadn't stepped in. His squire had been too ner...
[EASY] descending pt. 1
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[HARD] the duellists
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[HARD] a royal foray pt. 2
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Sir Averny, as was his responsibility, took the lead. Behind him trailed three others: his squire, yet hapless and hesitant; Lady Olwen, who had insisted upon coming and whom Averny couldn’t deny; and the Lady’s handmaiden, Snowdonia, who Averny couldn’t trust. In her wake thumped a strange construct of her own creation that made the entire party conspicuous and slow. ...
[MEDIUM] a royal foray pt. 1
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