I proceed on, returning to the previous intersection.
As I stand in the musty, abandoned ruins, I can't help but feel a sense of superiority over these forgotten walls. I adjust my chain mail armor and heft my trusty battleaxe, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. The darkness is pitch black, but thanks to my handy darkvision, I can see just fine.
I find myself at a four-way intersection, with passageways leading in different directions. To the right, there are ruins above, but I'm not one for sightseeing. I decide to continue straight, ignoring the shrouded passages to my left and rear.
But then, out of nowhere, I'm attacked by a group of giant weasels! I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. These oversized rodents think they can take on Galath Galahad, the great warrior? Think again!
I strike first, taking down one of the beasts with a mighty blow from my battleaxe. Its fur is thick and coarse, and its beady eyes gleam with a cunning intelligence that I find almost impressive. Almost. The remaining three weasels continue to charge towards me, their sharp teeth and claws ready for attack.
The next thing I know, one of the creatures sinks its teeth into my flesh, causing significant damage. But have no fear, for I am protected by a mysterious divine healing from an unknown and unnamed dark god. I continue to fight, taking down another two of the weasels with my battleaxe.
But just as I think I'm in the clear, one last weasel manages to land a fatal blow. I succumb to my injuries and fall to the ground, defeated by these oversized rodents.