Writer: John Bucholtz
You walk down a dimly lit hallway. The smell of mildew and moisture weighs heavily in the air. You hear the sound of dripping water in the distance. As you tip toe towards a corner, you hear the sound of murmured voices coming from somewhere ahead of you. As you make the turn ahead, a group of piggish-faced humanoids talking among themselves come around the corner. They are just as surprised as you are. With a yell, the group draws their swords. Roll for initiative.