The two whose minds had been affected by what they had seen succumbed to heart attacks. Little did I know that two turns later, the Shambler’s attacks would cause a third member of my party to become abusive towards the others.

Seeing it almost at half HP after the first round of combat strengthened my resolve. I had begun my journey in the Darkest Dungeon not so long before and in a moment of false courage, spurred on by naivety I decided to fight the being.

Seconds later, my party, who had met bandits and skeletons as part of their very first combat experience were faced with the Shambler, an eldritch being from a different dimension. The thing offered the promise of the void to those who’d place a torch on it. My highwayman, who was least affected by stress, investigated it carefully. Advancing, I came up to a spike-covered tentacle gripping a red orb. Two members were halfway to feeling insanity’s touch, but there were few rooms left to clear before they could return to my hamlet with whatever spoils they were to find. Taking a while to bandage up wounds, eat something to restore a small portion of health and check on my party’s mental state was mandatory. I had just dispatched a pack of bandits that left their mark on my party of four.

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