>>5596898>Rolled 10 (1d20)Your spine creak like the gate’s chains as you attempt to duck the bullet-like blade. It howls toward you, a pale, silver whistle as time draws to a stop–but your back, broken and bent by the weight it carries, fails you. Your whole body shudders to a halt as the sword speeds up, a trail of light that cuts your eyes in twain.
You close your eyes and prepare for the void–but it does not come. You hear a sudden ripping of steel, clattering of iron, and then low, shallow breaths. You open your eyes to a black mountain of fur–wrapped in metal chains, side skewered by sword. The blade hangs at an uneven angle through some of his side and a bit of his hand.
“Morne?” You avert your eyes, flush. He’s still nude.
“Be more careful. Stupid.” You’re unsure if the wolfman’s words are for you or himself. He struggles to get his words out, clipped and wet, short and ragged. “You were right. There’s nothing for me here. I knew that. But I'm going to die soon, so we need to go now. You have a plan?”
“Right–..right.” You take a few uneasy steps back.
The garden is circular, surrounded by low buildings–down the southern end is the route back where you came from and to the northern end lies the wall to the next district–massive, maybe fifty meters tall, footed by a twenty meter tall portcullis that’s shuttered behind the IRON MAIDEN.
>Try rushing past her. You can try to break through the shut portcullis.>Maybe you can scale it?>Retreat. Look for Breaking Wheel.>Write-In. 