You pick the lock with the rusty metal. It takes some tries, but your expertise as a post-apocalyptic scavenger pays off when the manacle falls off with a “clunk”. Freedom!
You take a better look at your surroundings. The dungeon is huge, old and musty, with moss creeping up the decrepit stonework. There are wall torches mounted at intervals that cast a dim firelight over the room. There are many large shapes that are too far to see clearly in the low light.
You grab a torch off the wall and walk closer to examine the objects. To your mild horror, the dungeon is filled with medieval torture equipment. You roll your eyes at the cliché.
As you continue searching the room, you find a large doll on the ground. It seems to be wrapped in linen. You go to inspect it, when suddenly its head turns, and it says, “Why hello there.”
You yelp and flail in a very unheroic way and land on your butt. Ouch.
“Aww, didn’t mean to startle you...Much. Name's Tovi, what’re you in for?” The doll is grinning at you, with unblinking eyes. You take a better look and realise that the fabric on him is actually a straitjacket. You tell him how you woke up here.
“Huh, guess they have other plans for you…”
You ask him what he means but he just chuckles and shakes his head.
“You’ll find out soon enough” His black eyes stare creepily. You nervously ask him how he got here.
“They didn’t like the, uh, points I made” Tovi says, flashing his toothy grin. You ask who “they” are.
“The ones who brought us here, of course.”
You sigh and give up this line of questioning, seeing as you’re going around in circles.
“Maybe if you help me outta this I can give you a little more info…Quid pro quo?” You hesitate for a moment, but you’re clearly out of options. You carefully free him.
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You ask Tovi how to get out of here.
“We don't. I can get out any time I want now.”
He smirks at you. You complain that he said he’d help.
“To be clear, I said maybe…but I’m in a generous mood. Check out that wall over there, you might find it useful later.” He points behind you.
You turn and look, raising your torch. You find some strange letters carved into the wall that you missed in the low light.
When you turn back, you find that he’s opened up a hole in the floor.
“There’s a whole lotta people trapped in this place. Go rescue them or whatever I guess. You flesh-bags tend to go in for morality and stuff. Maybe you can even stop the weirdo.”
Great, now you’re involved. Curse your sense of moral duty.
“It's been real, it’s been fun, but it ain’t been real fun. Peace.” Tovi flips you a double bird and jumps down the hole.
