~Prompt: Escape
“No! No! Please go away! Leave me alone!” a man screamed off in the distance.
“No please! I have a family and kids to go home to and take care of!”, pleaded a sobbing woman.
“They really weren’t kidding about it being called the Cave of Screams”, said an elvish sorceress with long blonde hair, pointy eleven ears, and wore a deep forest green robe.
“I don’t know what’s worse. Knowing these were their last words before their demise or not knowing what it is that made them scream that way”, replied a tabaxi knight dressed in full plate armor and wearing the symbol of the God of Mercy, Suranto, a six pointed star set as the iris on an eye.
“Don’t say that you oversized tin can! You'll just jinx us all and we’ll end up just like them!” whispered an aggressive gnome covered in black clothing and walked around with a staff that had a large green orb on the top that glowed ominously.
“The little one is right, don’t doom us all with your scared thoughts. Keep them to yourself and keep moving forward. We don’t have time to waste here,” barked an orc dressed in thick leather armor and held a large battle hammer in his hands. He was also covered in scars from head to toe. This wasn’t his first rodeo in a dangerous place.
“I told you my name is not “Little One”, it’s-!” The gnome was cut short by the sound of a little girl's blood curdling scream. However this one sounded much different, it sounded more real and not disembodied like the other ones they’ve been hearing.
“That must be who we were sent here for. Stay close to everyone and keep an eye out. It could be a trap. Let’s try to get in and out of here”, ordered the tabaxi knight while pulling out his shield and sword.
“Oh please, like a little girl's scream could do anything to me”, retorted the orc while lightly tossing his hammer up and down.
The adventuring party stuck close to each other in the cave. The light that emitted from the gnome’s staff illuminated the cavern enough for them to move forward slowly and cautiously. When they rounded the corner, they saw the source of the owner of the scream. A little human girl with damp and rattly blonde hair and wore a tattered and dirty baby blue dress. She also wore no shoes and her feet were blistered and red.
As the orc was about to shout at the girl, a large purple tentacle dragged the little girl by the leg into the darkness. Her screams were muffled by another violet tentacle. Before the party hovered a single gargantuan eye that was surrounded by more tentacles.
“A Beholder”, whispered the terrified elven sorceress.
“Role for initiative”, said the Dungeon Master while smirking.
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