[DD1] Missing is the Head that Wears the Crown
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?
Ruling is for strong, brave, foolhardy souls. Unferth knows she doesn't fit that bill. Still...
Submitted By Vole
for Level 1 Dungeon Dive
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