Ah, as I stand here at this four-way intersection, I can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. The passage to my right seems to lead towards the ruins above, while the others remain shrouded in darkness - how ominous. I guess I should decide which path to take, but where's the fun in that? Let me dither and delay instead!
Oh, what's this? A sudden attack in the darkness! Four colossal weasels charge at me with ferocity, their beady eyes gleaming with cunning intelligence. Well, aren't they just the most delightful creatures I've ever encountered in these forsaken ruins?
I glance down at my attire - chain mail armor to protect my body and a battleaxe to attack. How fitting! It's always nice to be well-dressed for the occasion, even if that occasion is being set upon by oversized weasels in the dark.
With my darkvision, I can see these monstrous creatures clearly, and I strike first with my battleaxe, taking down one of them. Only three more to go, and they're still eager for a fight. Well, if they insist...
Unfortunately, the second weasel manages to land a fatal bite on me. Thankfully, an unknown and unnamed dark god intervenes and prevents my untimely demise with a mysterious divine healing. How kind! I suppose even dark gods can have their moments of compassion.
Back to the fight: another weasel falls from the might of my battleaxe as I strike it twice in quick succession. Only one more remains, but it's still determined to take me down. Another bite lands on me and I meet my second death in this combat encounter.