"Your curiousity finally getting the better of you, whether it or fame, fortune, power, survival,or honor, you find yourself at your local tavern. As you enter, you begin asking around in earnest about the fabled Labyrinth of Broken Virtue you've heard about in whispers in dark alleys and read on missing persons posters. Even though the posters seem to grow in number slowly but surely, your determination to find out more about this dungeon never wavers.
After being in the tavern for hours, not finding a speck of information about the dungeon, you sit in front of the barkeep, mentally weary, and disappointed. The bartender, sympathizing with you after seeing your melancholy face, asks what's the matter. Deciding to give it one last chance, you ask the Barkeep about the Labyrinth.
His face pales, and he asks if you're sure. With a renewed vigor, you nod your head, eager to find out more. He points to a man in the corner, that you hadn't seen while you were searching the place earlier. His unnoticed presence made you a little uneasy, but your determination pushes you to approach him. He had a black robe on, and his fingers were laced together as he leaned against the table. His hood shadowed much of his face in darkness, leaving mainly his mouth, chin, and the alabaster hair that made a beard on him. His hands were covered in some sort of dark bandage, and if you squinted hard enough, you could swear there were some runes in the palms.
'So, you want to know about the Labyrinth, do ya?'
You hesitate, a few steps away from him as he speaks out to you. Cautiously, you sit down, questioning who he was. A mage of some sort? Could he read minds? Without answering the question, the old man revealed a scroll to you, pulling it from his sleeve, and peered through it. He wasn't hiding it from sight, as your eyes scanned over it.
Names, races, people's facts, listed all over the scroll. Why did this old man have this? Who was he? The questions never ended. Who are all these people, and why did they write down these facts?
And then it hit you. Some of the names on the scroll were also on missing posters around town. Missing posters of people who'd explored and tried on the Labyrinth. He was the person allowing people to enter the Labyrinth. He stopped rolling through the scroll as a blank space showed up, and, smiling almost maliciously at you, he placed it on the table in front of you. He leaned forward, and it seemed his eyes almost glowed as his next words rang out to you.
'Sign. I need to know what to put on the newest missing person's poster.'
He placed a pen down, letting you fill out the scroll."
After being in the tavern for hours, not finding a speck of information about the dungeon, you sit in front of the barkeep, mentally weary, and disappointed. The bartender, sympathizing with you after seeing your melancholy face, asks what's the matter. Deciding to give it one last chance, you ask the Barkeep about the Labyrinth.
His face pales, and he asks if you're sure. With a renewed vigor, you nod your head, eager to find out more. He points to a man in the corner, that you hadn't seen while you were searching the place earlier. His unnoticed presence made you a little uneasy, but your determination pushes you to approach him. He had a black robe on, and his fingers were laced together as he leaned against the table. His hood shadowed much of his face in darkness, leaving mainly his mouth, chin, and the alabaster hair that made a beard on him. His hands were covered in some sort of dark bandage, and if you squinted hard enough, you could swear there were some runes in the palms.
'So, you want to know about the Labyrinth, do ya?'
You hesitate, a few steps away from him as he speaks out to you. Cautiously, you sit down, questioning who he was. A mage of some sort? Could he read minds? Without answering the question, the old man revealed a scroll to you, pulling it from his sleeve, and peered through it. He wasn't hiding it from sight, as your eyes scanned over it.
Names, races, people's facts, listed all over the scroll. Why did this old man have this? Who was he? The questions never ended. Who are all these people, and why did they write down these facts?
And then it hit you. Some of the names on the scroll were also on missing posters around town. Missing posters of people who'd explored and tried on the Labyrinth. He was the person allowing people to enter the Labyrinth. He stopped rolling through the scroll as a blank space showed up, and, smiling almost maliciously at you, he placed it on the table in front of you. He leaned forward, and it seemed his eyes almost glowed as his next words rang out to you.
'Sign. I need to know what to put on the newest missing person's poster.'
He placed a pen down, letting you fill out the scroll."
