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Just like every curiousity attracted the cat, you became attracted by a great tower that seemed to be rumored to house a lot of malicious goblins a while ago. But now, it was told to he empty, but you knew you shouldn't be confident about it.
As you enter the tower, the dim light illuminates the walls and a gust of cool air brushes against your skin. The space is expansive, stretching further than you can see.. or comprehend.
The rough stone steps leading downwards are steep and cold beneath your feet as you descend deeper into darkness.
You feel something stir in the shadows below. You pause, heart pounding in anticipation, as a low growl echoes from down below...
Your steps echo as you make your way down, and the growls only intensify. As you make your way to the bottom of the first staircase, you see a pair of eyes glowing in the darkness with a light yellowish green tint. Then another set, and another...
*This wasn't a good sign of things to come*
Suddenly, several snarling wolves came out of the darkness you had stared at and charge at you, their jaws dripping with saliva! They seem angry that someone has invaded their territory, their predatory instincts kicking in as they finally found fresh meat.
They circle around you for a moment before attacking all at once.
But as soon as you felt thst one of them was just about to wind up strength with its back legs to pounde at you, it cried!
A cry of pain, which became a whimper and then death rattle. In one single blow, it had been sent flying, a fatal blow to it's side.
It had been so fast that you weren't sure what just happened. But the wolves acknowledged the sudden shift and stopped.
Followed the origin of wathever slashed at the canine beast, you saw him. It was a man, bigger than you in almost every way possible.
"...No one shall perish on my sight," said the barechested, battle scarred man. The voice coming from inside thst helmet that hid his identity deep within the confines of the heawear, which prevented the light of the torches this man held in his right, thick, and calloused hand. His left hand was putting the blade he used to defend you away, droplets of the beast's blood dirtying the blood on his left.
The wolves acknowledged him as a menace and began to retreat, not moving their eyes off him as he spoke. "Do not stand there, come with me," he said with a stern voice.
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