>>5550445Oh... You catch your breath and slowly, painfully withdraw what may be your only lifeline. A piece of chalk, overlooked by drunken fingers. You find a smile come to your luscious, bloody, bearded face. You aren't doomed yet. No, you can still bargain. You give a muffled laugh, coughing up blood, and look over the pit. These are far from ideal conditions but they'll have to be enough. Unless you want to wait for the trapdoor to open, hope for the best, and try to parley with whoever opens it. If they, the town sheriff or head watchmen or baron's gardener, or whoever, think you're just a victim of a drunken mugging, that might work. If they don't, it might seal your fate on a hangman's noose or burning stake. You have no way of knowing. All you have is time and you don't know how much.
>What measures shall you resort to?>Summon the Black Goat. Your mother gave you many, many tales of men in conditions like these turning their lives around with a well-worded trade. You would have to be careful but you've already been reckless enough.>Summon Part of the Wurm. It will demand food, preferably fresh meat, and you would have to feed it a part of yourself but it loves the sacrifice of a summoner's flesh the most and would empower you to escape.>Summon the Trinket's Giver. You don't even know if you can summon it without the trinket and it might be a fool's errand if you did, but maybe it would have mercy.>Summon Another Outer Entity. Fuck it. You've already gambled with your life and soul once. You might as well do it again! Hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHA!>Sit and Wait. You don't have the stomach for making a pact, not now, not like this, maybe you could tell them this was all a big misunderstanding and things will blow over.>Try to Escape. This is madness, doomed to failure and certain to kill you, if not during the climb, then when, by some miracle, you reached the surface. 