at the steps of DoomGate

Fred sat down and assessed his precarious situation. Today was monday, the fifth day of the first month of autumn. The year was a.f. 607 and he was sitting within the cavern of the Southern Dragon. He had expected only one entrance, had found two and then befriended a dog. ~~stupid, $%%(!?!$ mongrel~~ thought Fred. Yes indeed, it had led him not to the Dragon but to a witch who had cleverly disguised itself as a bodacious babe strapped to a wall, and without any clothes to speak of. Even before Fred could have an illicit thought the light went out and he found himself chained to that very same wall...or was it? The wall seemed identical, but the corridor was gone and he saw that he was within some kind of chamber filled with tortuous gadgets and a Torturor. One thing led to another and before he knew it flesh-eating ants were crawling and biting all over his body. ~~good thing I knew that spell~~ thought Fred. "Queer thing how I had met up with a gypsy right before climbing the steep steps of the Shreken, and what a coincidence that he had spells for sale, spells for all occasions he had said. Hmmmmm.... could I have been.... nah ~~ As he shook the idea that he was set up from his mind, Fred concentrated on his new dilemma; he was a living, walking skeleton! He was lost somewhere within the Southern Caves! He had no idea how to get his flesh back! He had no idea where the Dragon was! He had no weapon! Yes, Fred had lots of problems. But he also hoped that below, in the scum-filled city of CoomGate he might just find some solutions!

1. Fred climbs down from the roof and heads down a street of the filthy city
2. As Fred tries to climb down and enter the city he hears shouts and discovers that the Torturor, the Witch and the mongrel Velus were hot on his tail!

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