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Wild Mystery Climber
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It’s you. You have eyes, teeth, claws, your senses and your wits. What more is there to say?
Oh, you do actually also have a coil of rope, a sharp dagger, a package of dry meats, a lighter and a canteen. You packed enough to be out for a little bit, but not long. You either expect to return home soon, or not at all.
You touch a nearby stalactite. It’s cold and wet, and feels like stone.
You can’t take it, it’s solidly stuck to whichever vertical surface it is that stalactites form on.
You take one of the bones. It’s dry and hollow.
You yell some nonsense into the dark. It echoes back to you.
A quiet, low voice hisses from the mouth of the cave:
“Spells won’t save you here, fool.”
You reply with another nonsense word.
You hear only snickering in response.
You hurl the bone into the cave. It clatters against the stone further in. The laughing stops immediately.
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