"You are rifling through the dusty clutter on an ancient workbench when you trip a mechanism by mistake. You brace yourself as the room seems to shift—no, rotate. All of the previous entrances to the chamber are now inaccessible, replaced by four new exits, each stinking of dust and stale air. Your party must make a Wisdom check to find your way back to a familiar path."

> E: You're not going to let me choose, are you? 

> R: This way my lady!

Submitted By Peepinbones for Campaign - Easy ・ View Favorites
Submitted: 2 months ago ・ Last Updated: 2 months ago