Iodireth: An AI plays DnD

The Chamber

Deciding to wait for her dress to dry, the half-elf girl used what little daylight was left to push forward into the tower itself. The first level of the building was fairly empty, the sky darkening quickly through the arrow slits on the western side of the large circular room. In the center of the room was a spiral staircase that led up into the second level. Upon inspection it was clear that ballistae were once mounted near some of the arrow slots. Iodireth even found a few corroded bronze arrowheads. Near the foot of the staircase were the smashed and tanged remains of what may have been a wooden trunk- fallen from an upper level decades ago.

The trunk was empty, but she kept the heavy iron padlock thinking its weight might be useful as a weapon if she could tie some rope around its handle, or even throw it at some of the pigeons she saw roosting on the Tower's exterior.

The second floor seemed more or less the same, at least from Iodireth's vantage point at the top of the stairs. There was more rubbish though, making her think only the lower floors of the place has seen any kind of use in the last few decades. She found 3 worn coppers in the rubble near an arrow slit.

The third floor took Iodireth's breath away. A luxurious room filled with the warm glow from a clacking fire sat empty and before her, as new as if it were abandoned five minutes past. As beautiful as the setting was, the scene felt somehow wrong to her- as if she was seeing something that couldn't possibly sit in her reality.

Searching the room revealed more questions than answers: the oak trunk was locked, the bed was empty, and there was a strange glyph under the rug. To top it all off, the textures were... wrong. The wood and cloth felt worn, older than it seemed to the eyes.