THE HIGH TABLE

Zane_The_Biker: 

I was out in the dark forest, sat next to my fire in my camp. As I stared intensely into the flames, I soon fade to black as I was hypnotized by its dance. I soon awaken in a dense and mystical forest with some evil energy. The remains of the fallen liter the grounds as remnants stick out oft the mud and equipment strewn about. A fog sets in as then a voice breaks the silence. as a pale sorcerer steps from the fog,

 Without opening his mouth, his words echo in my mind.

 “You were not brought here by chance. Beyond this cursed land lies a treasure hidden from the living. But to reach it, you must survive the paths of the dead.”

 As his voice echoes in my mind, the fog reveals two paths, one to the left and one to the right. Without hesitation, I started walking on the left path. As I continue walking down the path littered with Hollowed out trees, I hear a growling in the distance as red glowing eyes stared at me.

Zane_The_Biker: 

Suddenly, a diseased and rotting wolf lunges at me with his jaws agape as I steel myself to grapple it as its flies towards me.

Zane_The_Biker: !dice 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚂ 3 + ⚀ 1 = 4

Zane_The_Biker:

I grab its jaws with both of my hands as its fangs dig into my hands as it furiously tries to lunge at me.

Zane_The_Biker: !set hp 23
@Zane_The_Biker's HP is set to 23 / 25

Zane_The_Biker:

As I have its jaws in my hand, It furiously tries to swipe at me with its claws as I struggle to pull its jaws wide.

Zane_The_Biker: !dice 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚂ 3 + ⚅ 6 = 9

Zane_The_Biker:

As I try to pull its jaws apart and keep its claws at bay, the wolf resists and doesn't budge as we dig our heels into the mud.

Zane_The_Biker: 

The Wolf Jerks around with its claws as its jaws tries to close shut. I try to keep it under control as I wrestle its jaws and prepare to knee in the head to stop it.

Zane_The_Biker: !dice 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚁ 2 + ⚄ 5 = 7

Zane_The_Biker: As we struggled back and forth, my knee connected with its jaw, causing it to recoil backwards with a whimper.

Zane_The_Biker:

It then lunges as me as I too lunge towards it as my arm extends into a punch, aiming to hit in the snout.

Zane_The_Biker: !dice 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚄ 5 = 11

Zane_The_Biker: My fist lands into his snout, causing its already fragile body to crumble under the force as it slams back into the ground.

Zane_The_Biker: 

As its tries to get up, I put my fists together as I loom above it and quickly with all my force and moment to finish it off.

My fists slam into its brittle head and smashes it into a bloody mess. It body goes limp as I fall to my knees in triumph as I managed to survive my encounter.

I took a moment to recover and rest as the wolf's body disintegrate into the earth leaving no trace of it behind.

Zane_The_Biker: !set hp 26
@Zane_The_Biker's HP is set to 26 / 25

Zane_The_Biker: 

As I rest, the fog thickens. Soon it became hard to breathe as the air became so thick with fog. Gasping for air, I head down the path until I see a shadowy figure. I steel myself for what enemy lurks in front of me. It soon emerges from the fog as its dissipates revealing a sickly lean warrior with its clothes decaying and fraying. Miraculously ,the fog and the muck has preserved his body and musculature.

 It then shambles towards me as it inches closer , I decide to run at it and launch myself into a kick.

Zane_The_Biker: !dice 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10

Zane_The_Biker:

I kicked landed into his chest, causing it to stumble backwards with its chest caved in.

Zane_The_Biker: 

Enraged, it then lunges towards me and grabs me, intending to bite me as I grabbed it and try to push it away.

Zane_The_Biker: !dice 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12

Zane_The_Biker:

As it tries to bite me, I managed to create some distance away from me, which left enough space for me to bring in my leg and kicked it away from me, severing its arms in the process which I then rip off me.

Zane_The_Biker:

 Its falling apart now, All I have to do now is to finish it off. I make a running dash and jumped into the air and extend my leg to kick it .

Zane_The_Biker: !dice 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚁ 2 + ⚀ 1 = 3

Zane_The_Biker:

It stumbles forward, causing me to miss and land behind it. As it sensed me as I recover from landing, it bit into my shoulder as I scream in pain.

Zane_The_Biker: !set hp 23
@Zane_The_Biker's HP is set to 23 / 25

Zane_The_Biker:

As it still biting into me, I reach backwards trying to crush its head and rip it off.

Zane_The_Biker: !dice 2d6
Roll the dice... ⚄ 5 + ⚄ 5 = 10

Zane_The_Biker: 

I manged to reach behind me, and with my brute strength, I crushed his skull and ripped it off and threw it in front of me as it disintegrates into dust.I fall to my knees as I am victorious as luckily the the bite that it gave me was quite superficial. I take the time to rest as soon the fog starts to thicken.

Eventually engulfing me and consuming my vision. Suddenly, in a flash, I felt I was somewhere else but I am unable to see as the thick fog remains.