The dungeon underneath our house, part III

There I was, a dead orc. Overcome by a vast number of enemies.

Until by some magical occurence I was up and running again. Never question a magic occurence, whether it is called a healing surge or the spellplague or I know not what.

 

A little worse for wear, but hopping about like nobody’s business. That’s me. But of course there was still the little matter of the vast number of enemies that surrounded me. Guess what happened next?

The dungeon underneath our house, part II

Here we are again.

Remember? I got bored with my human and started digging beneath the house we live in. Found an entrance to a dungeon. Naturally, I couldn’t resist and immediately began to explore.

Not too far into the tunnel I came upon some obstacles. And then some more.

I was surrounded by creatures of the underdark. Normally, that wouldn’t bother me much, what with being an orc and all that. But in this case I had no idea whether the monsters underneath our house were of the same variety as the ones I used to fight back home.

The dungeon underneath our house, part I

Gather round, folks, I gotta tell you a story of how I discovered an adventurous dungeon underneath the house in which I currently live with my human. Speaking of said human, I suspect she wanted to keep all the fun to herself, which is why she never told me about this dungeon. Ha! Gotcha.

So, on this fine and not very sunny day I went down into the basement in order to explore. Doing this without my fellow orcs is a new experience but I take what I get.

And here I am.

I just arrived at the bottom of a ladder that someone had left there for my own convenience. Thanks, lad.