Iodireth: An AI plays DnD

The Spectre

Moving father into the room, the nearest stone coffin caught Iodireth's attention first. The rocky tomb appeared unadorned at first but she could make out what may have once been letters by touch alone. The stone lid looked heavy but wobbled slightly at her push. Gathering her strength and digging her heels into the smooth damp floor, Iodireth pushed with as much force as she could muster.

With a crash that caused rivulets of dist to trickle down from the ceiling, the lid of the stone coffin slid away to reveal the worn brown bones of a human skelleton. The poor soul must have died a century ago or more. In each eye socket of the frail skull, Iodireth found a silver coin with markings she sould not read. In the center of the pile of bones- about where the body's hands must have been, she found a somewhat rusted Iron dagger. Both the silver and the daggar could be useful later, she reasoned.

Approaching the alter, a number of things became clear to Iodireth. First, this alter was clearly related to demon worship: It was covered in arcane  art that reminded her of the sculpture in the tower bedroom. Second, the connection between the tower room and this place made it clear to her the mage or noble who occupired occupied that bedroom was connected to this.

One aspect of the alter was a little too familiar. Upon approach, Iodireth saw a statue that seemed identical to one in the tower bedroom. The resemblance was uncanny. Thinking the pair might be significant enough to sell for a bed in an inn, Iodireth scooped up the statue from the alter. 

Immediatley a rumbling occurred and she was thrown back by a blinding flash of light as a ghostly apparition appeared from within the depths of the stone alter. The statue(s) must have been cursed or related to black magic in some way that Iodireth couldn't fathom.

With a terrified gasp, Iodireth backed away from the specter only to bang her hip on the stone sarcophagous. As she fell, the statue slipped from her hands and fell. It rolled farther than she expected, into a darkened corner and out of sight. Thus began and desperate, hands and knees scramble for the statue. When she finally located the figure, she turned to find the specter abnormally close. 

Squeezing her eyes shut, Iodireth was shocked to hear an angry etherial hissing sound. The spectre had come to a stop near the stone coffin which it (she- Iodireth realized) had partially pushed through. As the stone seemed unremarkable, it appeared that passing through the stone and stopping there had somehow hurt her. Thinking fast, Iodireth swiped at the ghost with the knife doing damage, though it appeared minor.

The ghost, on the other hand, looked more leathal than anything Iodireth had come up with. With an angry jab, the apparently wrathful specter's fist passed through Iodireth's chest at the sternum. Feeling something inside tighten, Iodireth's vision began to dim and flicker. Her strength waned and she felt death closer at hand than she'd ever felt before.