>>5550410When you next awaken, you have a splitting headache and are in pitch darkness. You go to stand and cry, as you feel your ribs are cracked and one might be broken, like you were kicked repeatedly. Fuck. You sit on the floor and rummage in your pockets. Oh no.
It's gone.
The trinket is gone. You realize a few seconds later that your shirt is gone too and your back and sides have been cut repeatedly, like you were dragged naked across gravel. Your instincts tell you that a single blow would kill you instantly.
>You're at 1/1 HP and need to resist the pain for any amount of physical movement. If you want to return to 4/4 HP, you need medical attention and rest in clean conditions. As you have a Constitution of 0 and are nearly crippled, you are effectively immobile.You lay back and try not to weep. You've lost your knife, you've lost your coppers, and you've even lost your diary. The one with all of your innermost thoughts and secrets. You sense now that you're surrounded by filth and the stench of death. You don't think you're dead, no, but you sense you're confined in a small, circular pit smaller than the inn room, there's a small pile of bones in the corner, and... and... and a trapdoor on the ceiling. The weight of your situation hits you all at once. This is an oubliette.
Oh, by the Wurm...
You are in an even deeper world of shit. If you were here, that means that drunk must've found the corpse and the gem and thought better of killing you. He must've stolen your things but you don't have any idea how much the town watch knows. Fuck, you might be in the baron's own basement! You're doomed! You are fucking doomed! Oh, oh... You weep at your misfortune as you dig through your pockets and, oh wait...