RPG on the Portal.

I walked as if in a fog, leaning my hand against the wall. My thoughts were racing: what kind of move is this?; maybe it's a dream?; what am I doing in this mine?; the undead should have caught up to me by now; where am I?; it feels like I've been walking in the dark for a hundred years, maybe I'll never arrive; and where am I even going? — these thoughts flashed through my head (delirious. Apparently, the lich's shot didn't go unnoticed).
A smell brought me out of this state. No, not a smell, but a stench. As if a cart of rotten eggs had been dumped here. Wait! It smells of sulfur too, like from a dragon. I remembered the expression "you stink of sulfur like a black dragon." Then I heard a snort and it seemed a flicker of flame flashed — or did I imagine it? Everything was blurring in my eyes and I couldn't see anything clearly. Fine, whether there is a dragon there or not, I must move forward — there is no way back. Dragons are even said to be capable of speech — I think I heard about that somewhere, or did I just envision it? I struggled to move further and, after taking about ten steps, collided with someone in the gloom of the cave. My legs gave out and I slid down the wall to the floor. That was it: I no longer had the strength to stand...