For this batch of doses, fine medications supplied by
the fiction dealer and scrounged personally from the black markets, the prescription is the polypharmacy of Castle!A baffling prescription sure to invigorate withered almonds and cure acute adventurelessness.
Matryoshka 100mg
"How many rooms have we gone through, not an exit in sight!" grumbled Mugh.
A party of three dwarves, heavily armoured with luminous sprites lazing about in cages on their helms.
"Whose idea was it to go into this ominous place?"
"Ha, yer tune sure changed Lolg, who was it raving about what riches we'd find?" Kath mocked.
Through twisting corridors and grimacing doors they marched until finally...
"Look! The entrance again!" Lolg shouted.
Rejoicing they opened the entrance.
All that met their eyes was the same castle they had entered before.
A bang, and the doors closed behind them.
Umbrella 100mg
Kath closed his eyes, letting the heavy rain fall right into his mouth, trickling through his beard. In this moment, the water was like finest mead to the dwarf.
"Should you really be doing that?" Worried Mugh.
Not even opening his eyes, Kath replied.
"We've long since run out of drink and water, If I don't die, you'll both know it's safe"
A scoff came from the final dwarf.
"Safe?, Dark preserve us, it's raining inside one of this cursed castle's rooms!"
"Aye, and heavily, where's all this water going?"
"My gob"
A dwarf could have done with some cover.
Goose 90mg - bootleg
"Hooonk"
Following the low foghorn cry was panicked dwarvish swearing.
Three armoured dwarves stood nervously before a grand monster, even the delicate pixie-like sprites in their head lanterns were worried about the monstrosity.
The dwarves' cudgels felt like brittle sticks instead of pure metal bludgeons.
Their thick shields felt small and thin.
It stepped forward, hissing.
"Curse this cursed castle!"
"Think of this, we may die, but that beastie is meat"
"Lucky if we don't end up as dinner instead"
The three having said their pieces, the dread Goosebadger attacked.
Chair 90mg - bootleg
The three dwarves were much changed, haggard and thin where a dwarf should always be a bit portly. Their armour was scraped and rent in places, and of the three lantern helms which held beautiful luminous sprites, only two remained.
All three however still lived.
As she sat on dwarven hair, the lantern-less sprite braided the hair worriedly.
She and her kind could only speak with mages and gods, but Lolg felt her worry.
He was worried too.
So too his companions.
There, indolent on a throne.
The castle's master.
Mirage 100mg - bootleg
"What is a dwarf?"
Before one of three dwarves could give their qualified opinion.
The cyclopean master of the cursed castle continued to speak.
"A wretched lump of greed, it was not by my hand you came here, but your hunger for riches harrowed you"
It was true, but it was quite unreasonable to expect adventuring dwarves to not delve deeply.
The occluded lord nodded a head that couldn't be seen.
"I believe you have learned your lesson"
With that, the whole room and castle faded away, leaving three exhausted dwarves in an empty cave.
"Hate mages"
What adventurer didn't?
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