IMPS AND ARCHERS

You are the cunning and mighty Archer of Eagleton.

You are inside a dank cell. A sickly mold is overtaking everything and bone shards coat the floor. Portraits of the dead rest in a pile. They are spattered with slime. Manic laughter can be heard from the South.

a silver gauntlet is clutched by a skeletal hand. a sack of seeds rests in an ornate box.

How do you wish to proceed?

North ▪ East ▪ South ▪ West