Tales from Bruckstadt: Crawl

Their is no glory in the times you live, so you plunder the graves of a golden age. Break the necklace from cramped dead fingers, crawl deeper and deeper into the guts of the catacombs searching for glitter and gold. You decay on immemorial curses just to break the golden teeth out of the rotten mouths of once noble men, risk your worthless life for trinkets and baubles. If you survive you win a booze in a shabby tavern, a payed for night in the arms of Margot or Lilli, and maybe cure from the fever that slowly rots your brain. Those are the days in Bruckstadt.