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[DL] This weeks little adventure nugget



From the annals of the past:

Asylum
by GruuvyDave

   The posse is traveling through a mountain pass in winter. Rolls must be
made for silence, giving the illusion that they have some control over what
is about to happen. Then someone sneezes. Or perhaps a wolf attacks. In any
event, noise ensues and an avalanche begins. Unable to outrun it or stop it,
even with magic, the posse is buried alive. They presume they are goners. 

   Cut to the posse waking up in what would seem to be a hospital ward. Or
private rooms, if you really want to unnerve them. They are patched up,
although not healed, but have no weapons or other trifling possessions, like
inventions or Hoyles book. They soon discover from nurses and orderlies that
they were found by a rescue party and brought to this, a private hospital
owned and operated by one Dr. Francois La Turnier. When they have healed
sufficiently they will be free to leave. The whole place has an eerie feel
about it, and there are wards that are off limits. Late at night the
laughter and screams of some of the insane boarded elsewhere in the hospital
can be heard. But they are fed well, with lots of stew and steak. When they
finally get their curiosity up and steal into the off limits wards, they
find mental patient after mental patient, many missing legs, some missing
arms. The more coherent ones say that as punishment for misbehavior they
become amputees. If they make it to the basement they find ghouls, and
perhaps the kitchen, which will answer any questions as to where the meat
was coming from. If they make it to the Dr's lab there will be many hideous
experiments underway, some of which they were obviously destined for. Dr. La
Turnier can be whatever kind of abomination you like, or perhaps just a
REALLY Mad Scientist. Maybe his nurses and orderlies know what he's doing,
maybe they don't. The key is that throughout it all, the posse will be in
the dark, so to speak, and without weapons. Improvisation will be king.
Then, of course, they'll have to make their way out of the mountains.



Do with it what you will
Wes
The Diet Coke of Evil