Under layers of rock, its burial seemingly intentional, you find a chest lined with satin. Inside is a crown, glittering gold. Deep inside, you feel compelled to bend down and slip it over your ears. You feel as if it *wanted* you to find it, that this crown was made for you, and that you were destined to wear it. Does this compulsion make you uneasy, or do you give into the crown’s pull?

Sardinea loves anything shiny but over the years she's learned there's always a price to pay for it.

Submitted By Chipo for Level 1 Dungeon Dive ・ View Favorites
Submitted: 3 months ago ・ Last Updated: 3 months ago