Sylwynn Yelphenonn
As the four heroes strode along a passage, cutting down foul undead creatures left and right, they noticed a pair of ornate doors ahead, calling them forth. As they opened the large, ominous, red doors to their final destination, a voice came from deeper in the chamber, echoing loudly, while simultaneously sounding frail. "So you've found my lair" The Lich said with a long, drawn out 'r' sound. "I've been waiting for you to arrive so I could kill you by my own hand . Oh no! how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself I am Shaltar of the Gloom,-" "We're here to kill you, so can we just skip to that part?" Sylwynn sarcastically responded, "It's just speech after speech with your kind. It's getting kind of old." The Lich seemed taken somewhat aback, "Fine, I guess I'll find nicer, more conversational adventurers after I utterly obliterate your sorry group! fucking ungrateful shits, not every day you get to talk to an almost immortal undead wizard."
Flow, one of Sylwynns companions, attacked suddenly, having snuck around behind the Lich while it was distracted, stabbed it in the side with an
enchanted dagger while screaming "ATTACK!"
"And that's where we'll leave the session for today!" the DM said authoritatively as groans erupted from around the table. "But it's getting really interesting!" complained Flow's player. "Yeah! Just 30 more minutes!" added the party's healer. "No, Sorry I have work in the morning and it's already 12:30! I need my beauty sleep." "Aww man" I said. "Same time next week?" "You know it!" replied the DM.
As I stumbled home, a bit buzzed from the drinks we had around the table while at the same time hyped up on adrenaline from finally meeting out final boss in our d&d game, I heard a noise and saw a light flashing inside of the bathhouse of the park I was walking by. I entered to check it out because apparently I'm the dumb protagonist of a horror movie, I chuckled at my own internal joke as I entered the bathroom. I noticed something beyond bathroom smell, almost like the smell of old books, but then I realized that it was probably somethin that someone ate, given that there was nobody in there, and I didn't see any books…
I woke up in my bed the next morning with a monster headache, and my first thought was, "Damn I didn't think I had that much to drink last night." I decided not to get dressed that morning, because I won't be going out feeling like this. I made myself a quick breakfast of toast and eggs, and tried to find something to watch as my food steadily got colder. I heated it back up in the microwave after I decided on a show, and as I did so, I suddenly had a visceral flashback of walking home along the dark street, hearing and seeing things at the bath house, and then the image of a man I didn't recognize entered my mind for a brief moment and the silhouette was burned into my brain. "What the hell was that?!" I said out loud as the microwave beeped. I ate my breakfast while watching my show, but I couldn't help but wonder if this person that was in my brain was real, and if so where I knew him from. I decided to call Carrie, Flow's player and my best friend to talk about what just happened.
"What the fuck are you on about S?" I could hear the skepticism mixed with concern in her voice, "I swear this happened, and I can't get the image of this guy out of my head!" "Well you better figure out what's wrong." she replied. "Well how do I do that?" I said, "Go back to the bath house?" "Yes!" she said teasingly, "Then you can settle your delusions once and for all." "Okay fine, will you at least come with me?" I replied. "If it'll help you, fine." she said begrudgingly.
I saw Carrie approaching with a skeptical expression on her face as I stood outside the bathhouse. She stopped in front of me, "Are we going in or what?" She said, breaking the silence. "Yeah yeah, it's probably nothing, but I'm getting the weirdest feeling, like deja vu, but at the same time different." I replied, "It's hard to explain." "Lighten up man," Carrie said, "I'm here for emotional support, so everything will be fine." "Alright, let's head in" I said. As we entered the bathroom, we were both almost holding our breaths,- not because of smell, but because of nerves. Everything was as it should be, the stalls, the sinks, the hand dryers, everything in the right place. "I could've sworn there was something here" I said, "We should see if maybe there's a secret door or something" I started knocking on the walls like an insane person. "Come on man, there's nothing here, let's go" Carrie said. I didn't even pause my search. "If you don't just come with me, I'm leaving without you" she reiterated. I started entering stalls to try the walls in there. "Go ahead, I'll keep looking" I replied. As I said this someone exited one of the stalls, washed their hands, and left very quickly. "Fine, I'll leave" Carrie said. I now entered the stall the person had recently exited, and I noticed an imperfection in the wall. A little hole. I stuck my finger into it, and felt around for anything, and I found some little grooves and got excited, but soon realized it was probably just a normal, inside-of-the-wall texture. Well, that's what I thought until a door appeared in place of the toilet, and the same smell of old books I had previously perceived had returned