Dungeon Farmer

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Dashing to your sheep you leap over a stray log. Fucking sheep running off without you noticing. Brushing some leaves to clear your view you sprint faster. The cold winter air pushing against your face. Skidding to a stop you notice that the sheep has disappeared. You take a look about and hear a bleat. You notice what looks to be stone blocks. Then there is a loud scrape and many whirrs and clicks. Warily you approach the origin of the sound


What you see is a large archway with many runes inscribed upon its posts. The inside is dark and dank. You feel a sense of overwhelming fear staring into the abyss within. The bleating is still their but much fainter. You brace yourself as you know if you do not return to father without his prize sheep it will be the whip for you. And the whip is a fate worse than death.


After some deliberation, you manage to take the first few steps into the stone room. You look around and see a lantern hanging off a nail on the wall. You take it and see that some fuel still resides inside. Grabbing a rock and striking the lamp on the side it lights the ancient oils inside. Thank goodness that your brother taught you how to handle a lantern.


Demolishing the darkness you see that moss covers most of the surfaces. It is a strange moss you have never seen before. A greyed color with a smell that is like a long dead elk. You cover your nose and recoil from the deathly stench.


The “Grey Elk” as you have just named it spreads into a small hole. Another bleat is heard down the hole. It is possible you might fit but it would be quite difficult to pull back up.


Consider your options:
>Go down the hole
>Keep looking around