Posts from RPG 2 – The demons are coming!!!

to Night Saruman
But then the ground shook with a powerful earthquake. Behind the walls of your temporary shelter, flames erupted... a deafening roar of an increasing explosive wave of Armageddon... and the structure collapsed like a house of cards... It seems the demons and elves are having a great time...
Under you (Saruman, Knight), the floor collapsed, and you fell into some kind of basement... Everything is piled up from above. The basement has stone walls, broken clay and crystal dishes after the tremors... a hole in the floor opens the way to a tunnel, at the bottom of which an icy stream flows downwards (in principle, the tunnel is about 3 meters in diameter, but who knows what's going on further). One of the walls cracked, and from it you can see the ground and some roots... it looks like a cellar.

- "Okay, this is getting ridiculous... well, Knight, I see a hole in the floor, you go in first, and I'll follow..." said Sar, and...

"Damn it... Never mind, I'm used to it now, just don't stay here too long," Night said and climbed into the crack in the floor...

the mage followed the Knight... suddenly, after they walked through an 8-meter tunnel, the exit collapsed... - "Oops... well, there's no turning back now..." Saruman said with regret.

- I am myself again. Only now, I'm not in a cell...

You are surrounded by a swamp, and a Necropolis can be seen on the horizon – a dark, mysterious, and in some ways even alluring place. Enticing green lights... You hear a voice in your head – go there, she is there... Be careful, but move quickly – she is in danger, although she doesn't know it yet...
Act!

- Move those bones more carefully! - you heard the Vampire's mental command. - Don't treat them like zombies; you didn't give them a second life just for that... The Supreme Lich will turn you into bone dust if anything breaks... - (to himself: and me first...)

- Holy moly! You wouldn't believe the stench! It's so strong, it's like breathing in dragon droppings! - the corridor reeked terribly. It felt like someone's excrement. - Yo-opera theater! This is what happens when you leave sewer manholes open, even if they're in the desert. - but the forest elf's troubles didn't end there. As soon as he managed to get to his feet, the unlucky treasure hunter slipped and slid down the sloping corridor. - "If it weren't for the smell, this could almost pass for a roller coaster," Verdan thought. The stinky tunnel led him...

Uh... Hello. Who are you?

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Ada, you started pushing through the crowd, looking for the old man, but he seemed to have disappeared. Suddenly, you notice a bloody inscription on a tree: "A.M.I.V. 3rd year, magic tournament"

P.S. A.M.I.V. - Academy of Magic and Wizardry.