The eastern passage seems to slope slowly upwards, though whether this is in fact a good thing your not certain. Other than that, for quite some distance it appears pretty much the same as the other dungeon passages you've seen, rocky and strangely lit for no readily apparent reason.

You really are starting to get a litle sick of this hole solid grey stone decorating plan. Why not some wallpaper, some art deco moulding around the cieling, a few nice landscapes on the walls, or at the very least any self respecting dungeon has the odd drip of multicoloured slime and maybe a mystic rune chalked here and there just to break up the monotony.

But other than the cardboard door signs here you've seen nothing but very boring stony walls. Obviously the creator of the dungeon has litle to no imagination when it comes to interior decorating.

You are just wondering if painting some sort of mural over the walls would be a good idea, when suddenly you find yourself choking on a cloud of dense black smoke that apparently appeared out of no where.

hastily waving your hands in a desperate attempt to fend off the fumes, your vision slowly clears to reveal a figure dressed from head to toe in tight fitting black summersalting down from the cieling to land in front of you in a very stiff upright pose. Your not sure whether this indicates mastery of the martial arts or acute constipation, but as the figure produces a long, shining sword with a wicked looking edge from somewhere about it's person you decide this does not matter, eitherway your in trouble again.

attempt conversation.

attempt violence.

attempt yellow bellied cowardice!

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