The Bridge of Death and Tim, the Bridgekeeper
(And part time Enchanterer :*P)
There you were, barely escaping the dreaded cave of Kyre Banorg and the dreaded unholy rabbit, only to find yourself standing before the Gorge of Eternal Peril. A rickety, unsturdy looking rope bridge is the only way across, but before that bridge stands a gnarled, haggard old man. You know you must answer his questions before you can cross. He fixes his gaze on you from his one good eye, the steely gray of it making you shudder. His lips curl back to show his teeth in a sickening, rictus grin, and he opens his mouth to udder these words...
"Stop! Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions nine, 'ere the other side he find..."
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