Rea Family/Darius/Dungeon Reviews
I've been travelling the island, reviewing the various local Dungeons. I'll collect my reviews for you here, Meatsacks.
Halitosis
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| Whip Master, I do believe a review is in order for your local Dungeon!
Halitosis Dungeons Date of stay: 8/21 - 8/26 Trip Type: Arrested by Jonn Shintuk Dodger, Mud Brain Great price, poor rat control. (To be added) All in all, I'll give you a 7/10 (*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*) (*) ( ) ( ) ( ) via decapitated head | |
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| Later on, you realize that your sword hand was crushed and you have lost 4 points of swordfighting skill. As you walk around your cell in the dark, you feel that your leg has been bent and you have lost 2 points of jousting skill. | |
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| Getting his father to pay him out of prison had been......irritating to say the least. Dirt rose in a cloud behind him, settling into every crease in his starched robes. Concern marred his usually smiling demeanor, limp and mangled hands pressing on his mind. It was too soon after the peasants had beaten him to death, he should have know better. A small rock caught his bad leg, forcing him to stop for a moment to regain his balance.
"Come on. By the Abyss, what does it take to get that damn Shadow to show up?" Darius stood still, a dusty statue in the center of the road. "Get your incorporeal rear moving. I've got an Inquisitor to torture for Abyss sake." A moment passed, trees rustling quietly. Slowly, black patches congealed across his sword hand, forming into inky lines. They spread up his arm, tribal patterns swirling across his body. Sharp cracking broke the silence, his bones resetting into place. His missing finger sprouted like a daisy, jet black tattoos pulsing slightly, like a living thing. Mad laughter echoed in the trees, deranged nobleman stretching his arms to the sky. "About time!" | |
