Saturday, March 12, 2016

BS3 BACK to the DUNGEON RPG The Drow Undercity of Death

BS3 BACK to the DUNGEON RPG The Drow Undercity of Death

Those horrible demonic Drow! We were a very large merchant caravan of over twenty wagons with thirty men at arms strong. We were five merchants with two of our wives with us and my two daughters. Thank the gods our sons had stayed back to run our businesses back in the capital! 

We were beset upon in the darkest of nights by foul soldiers with armor dark and black and hair as white as snow. They killed most of our men at arms and we surrendered! Why did we not just keep fighting to the death! 

The dark elves took us far into the ground in the terrible dungeon know only as The Black Stairs. First there were the screams! Screams of men women and children. Then there was the smell. A smell of feces, blood, and death! 

Blood flowed like a river in this terrible place. Bodies lay all over broken, weeping, insane, and some dead.  

We were taken to some beautiful yet horrible Drow woman. She chanted in horrible tongues and prayed to dark gods!

Some how she KNEW that the two girls were my daughters! She picked up the youngest of only three years old by her throat and looked at me. Two Drow guards escorted us to another room. 

I heard my wife crying and screaming as Drow guards piled on top of here kicking and beating. There was nothing I could do. We were brought to a huge room with a horrible stinking pit with my little daughter still gagging and choking. 

Then she looked at me laughing and threw my little girl into the pit screaming until I heard her hit in the darkness. At that time my mind broke and I do not recall all of the tortures they did to me or my family. 

I will tell you this. The Drow are evil. The Drow are coming for us one day! They will come in the dead of the night and kill us all in our safe little barony.     

Yes people the THIRD level of the Megadungeon "THE BLACK STAIRS" now carefully translated and edited from LL/AEC to BttDRPG.

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