Barok
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You find yourself inside a corridor whose walls are made of wooden panels, and also aflame. Although you seem to have teleported here, all your equipment is still in your possession. A number of humans run past you in desperation, their flight taking them at the end of the passage where a flickering yellow cylinder of light glows on the ground with a pulsing magical aura. As each human enters the cylinder they disappear, as if transported away, but the yellow light grows weaker with each fleeing person. As you turn you can see what they fear... a small group of gnolls charges down the flaming corridor with raised clubs. You quickly move to follow the crowd and flee the creatures, but find yourself trailing the group and by the time you get to the glowing circle the magical teleporter seems barely functioning, its light flickering weakly. You doubt it has more than one more charge of magic left, and as you look you see that there are only two humans left. Yourself, and a small and scared five year old boy... the gnolls are now only 50 feet away.
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