Making a snap decision, you decide to head right. Suddenly, the ground gives way from under you. A trap door! Luckily, you only fall half a foot into the shallow pit. This must be a “project” the MANotaur will never actually finish. As you climb out of the pit, you twist your ankle! Damn it, […]
You sit down, breathing hard. The MANotaur is going to get you. There’s no sense fighting it. On the floor next to you is a dagger. You pick it up and keep it at your side. If the MANotaur wants to crack open a mead and talk wrestling, you’re down. If he wants to kill […]
You decide to head right. It’s extremely dark, so you don’t see there’s a wall directly in front of you. Bam! You hit your nose, and it starts bleeding onto your dirty himation. In fact, you get so woozy from blood loss, you briefly forget that a himation is basically a Greek toga. Lose 1 […]
You make your way around the corner to the north. There’s an indentation in the wall, like the MANotaur punched it. You realize he must be one of those punch-a-wall-when-he’s-angry mythical beasts. You arrive at a crossroads, exactly like Britney. Which corner will you round, hero? Go west (to the left). Go east (to the […]
You arrive at a fork in the decrepit walkway. There are two curved stone paths. One leads north (to the left) and the other leads south (to the right). You have a feeling neither leads any place fun. Go north. Go south.
You continue down the stone hallway. In the distance, you hear the tortured braying of a manimal. That’s got to be a good sign, right? Go east.
“May I have a hint on solving the maze? Pretty please?” you beg. The Spartan soldier takes a flash out from his gold breastplate and offers you a swig. You take a sip – not a bad mead for prison – then hand it back. “Bottom’s up,” the Spartan soldier says as he takes a giant […]
The door behind you is locked shut. You are very, very stuck in here. When you look around, a decaying, gored corpse with flies around it catches your eye. Ho boy. Someone needs to clean up this here death maze. Next to the corpse, scratched into the wall with a knife, are directional arrows. It […]
