![]() Tonight, they enter, the Darkest Dungeon. Tonight they must stick together and forge a will stronger than the armor they bear. For tonight, they cannot be so foolish to as to cry out in terror, shame, and horror. He prays that his companions do not hear the rattling of his mail just the confidence in this breath. He fights his trembling hands as he grasps the gate's handle. ![]() ![]() Twas not the heat from the sconce's glow that fuels his perspiration, however. Droplets glisten and radiate from his skin under the dim torch-light. The drips echo in the dark under his feet as stone meets steel, steel meets sweat. Once the herd reaches a size too daunting to hold together, they evacuate to the stone below. The drops rally and collect like a herd of beasts crossing the ravaged mountains of his knuckles, while the stragglers fall back down his sleeve.
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