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Escape Neuburg Keep

by Tammy Badowski


Introduction
Medieval Torture Scene (Hans Spiess)
Diebold Schilling der Jüngere
You wake up from a dream in which you were being eaten by a ghoul. All you can remember was hardly being able to breathe, paralysed, and trapped in a cold vault lit by one half burned candle. This creature that resembled a normal human being at one time was dragging itself on its stomach toward you. Its fingernails were overgrown and stained with old blood and dirt. Its face and its flesh were grey, and there were dark blemishes across its back from when it had died. The mortis stains hadn't cleared away from beneath its wrinkled skin. All you can recall from this nightmare was its teeth biting into your forearm, your blood leaking out on the floor, and your muscles being gnawed on desperately. The sound of the ghoul biting down onto your forearm bone was what woke you up. The crunch... the gurgling... the hissing delight of laughter...

Fighting off the pit of nausea, you peer around the room you're currently in. Your head is throbbing in pain. It appears to be a cell or a dungeon. Insects scuttle across the floor away from you back into the dark shadows as you come to. Some light from the moon outside is shining in through the barred slit that is the only window. Even if you wanted to escape this way, you wouldn't even be able to fit your head through it. There is a large, heavy door with iron grates set into the stone wall ahead of you. It has no handle, only a tiny keyhole, and a square window with three thick bars across it.

Whoever put you in here had made the intention clear that they did not want you to escape.
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