>>5192501>>5192493>>5192464>>5192463>>5192455>>5192450>>5192449>>5192447>AlfonseYour name is ALPHONSE VON GUNDYR, a 29 year old scion of the prestigious VON GUNDYR house.
You are a veteran of the king’s royal army, formally a dragoon with the LOCKSTEP CALVARY for eight loyal years. Your service was cut short near the close of the war by a grievous knee injury (that’s left you ken to walk with a slight limp ever since) and you were set on a train back home. But, not one to sit still, you set out to the CATACOMBS to reclaim your family’s old repute shortly after your return.
But, besides that, you admittedly have a secondary goal in mind for the CATACOMBS–you’re near your 30s now and still single, nary a kiss nor hug nor even affectionate letter to speak of. You’ve heard tell of fearsome and legendary mercenaries, soldiers, and adventurers from all over the country flocking to the catacombs–and among them, plenty of women to spare.
Yes, you, still single, have come to the CATACOMBS in part to find a WIFE.
It’s utilitarian, of course. Your duty as a noble son is to herald the future of your proud line. At your age, people start to whisper when you’re still single. And you’ve never had much luck with women. Your sisters claim that while your nobility, military service, and build may be attractive, your “oafish insensitivity” and “loutish manner” can offend some. And apparently they don’t find men who still read children’s action serials very attractive.
What twaddle. And unlike them, your collection of action serials will only grow in value as they age.
Nonetheless, you’re not one for the flowery, willowy types at noble social events–no, you yearn for a wife that’s a bit dangerous, and strong enough to handle your IMPRESSIVE LINEAGE. You’re certain that somewhere in the CATACOMBS is at least one one worthy of your name.
Your mind remains adrift in such fancy and fantasy as you walk down the steps of the stairway corridor, lower and lower, the entrance to the CATACOMBS just a slight, half-sunken in hole in a sheer cliff wall that hides a dungeon of such immensity that it’s yet to been fully plotted and charted in the decade since its discovery.
You arrive at the base of the stairs down to find a small, candle-lit room–a stone cold and dark welcome. The walls resemble columbariums, spacious features carved into the stone walls for bodies to be lain to rest. A door opens up to darkness up ahead, presumably the rest of the CATACOMBS. Just two await you down there–a rather wrinkly old hag and a slimy-looking merchant type.
>Speak to the doddering mendicant crone.>Speak to the slug-like mercantile.>Plunge into the depths without acknowledgement.>Write-In. 