Dungeon Memos
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  • Parts 9
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  • Reads 4,370
  • Votes 129
  • Parts 9
  • Time 23m
Complete, First published Jul 30, 2014
Thanks to their great reputation, Dynamic Dungeon Designs has landed a hot new construction contract! Unfortunately, it's for Lich King Wormrot's Unholy Temple Complex.

Excerpt:
"I knew from the maps of the construction site that the forest is popularly known as “The Woods of the Damned,” but some warning as to the ferocity of the ghouls would have been appreciated.  In just three days, a significant portion of our workforce has been mauled to death by these creatures, including several accomplished craftsmen that will not be easily replaced. 

For these reasons, I must report that Dynamic Dungeon Designs’ original cost-estimates are no longer accurate."

Note- This story is written as though it was a correspondence between two characters. Due to the format, it takes a bit to get going. Thanks so much for checking it out!
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42 parts Ongoing

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.