the falling wings
Pure
In the mystical realm of Dogons and Dragons, where fate often rests on the roll of dice, the intelligent elf Alathëa has challenged the gods with her sharp intellect and creative solutions. As the Game Master, I declare:
Suddenly, the air trembles, a rumble fills the room. The gods show their displeasure at Alathëa’s audacity. With a loud crash, piano wings materialize above the players’ heads. They plummet down, a test of agility and quick thinking. Will Alathëa find another way out, or will this be the end of her tune?