Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
RG | OOC
You and your companions have recently escaped the Slave Pits of the Broodmaster while being transported from the Pens to the Arena. With a combination of luck, ferocity, and desperation, you overwhelmed the Pigmen guards and made your way to the wilderness. You've been on the run for more than two weeks now, hunted by Pigmen and menaced by all manner of monsters. A desperate flight away from a pack of rot dogs forced you into a series of subterranean tunnels. By the time the rot dogs gave up the hunt, you realized you were lost. How long you wandered before you saw a distant spot of sunlight cannot be said. Emerging from the tunnels, you found yourself in the midst of an Ancient Ruin.
You stand atop of small hill after climbing the rusted steps leading up out of the tunnels. Below you, water churns. The Ancient Ruin's streets as far as you can see are flooded. These rivers flow around and through buildings. It doesn't seem as if the water is too deep. It rises to about halfway up doorways. The waters are far from clear, however, and you know the tunnels continue under the city.
"Hey," says Onslau, one of your fellow escapees, "how come them tunnels ain't flooded?"