Ah, as I reach into this musty alcove, a twisted and putrid aroma fills the air, accompanied by an uncanny chill that sends shivers down my spine. How delightful.
And just like that, the very fabric of reality seems to warp and bend, birthing a horde of undead abominations from the shadows. Skeletons and zombies, all eager to protect their resting place. How touching. I suppose I'll have to put an end to their little reunion.
As I stand in this large, dimly lit chamber with stone walls covered in alcoves, I can't help but notice the stench of decay that lingers here. A testament to the fact that even sacred spaces can succumb to the ravages of time and neglect. How charmingly poetic.
The skeletons are relentless and silent in their attacks, but I manage to land a blow on one of them, dealing 14 points of damage. The rusty armor crumbles to dust as the skeleton warrior collapses, defeated. But alas, victory is short-lived as another one of these blasted creatures strikes me down, my hit points plummeting to zero.
As I lay on the cold stone floor, an inexplicable force saves me from the clutches of death. A mysterious dark god, perhaps? How very kind of them to intervene on my behalf, even if they remain nameless and unknown.
But death is a persistent companion, and it finds me once more as another skeleton warrior strikes with its short sword. I fall, defeated.
It seems I'll have to give this whole "alcove exploration" thing another try. After all, one can't let a few undead skeletons and zombies stand in the way of a proper adventure.