God damn we are lookin' classy. I hate to do this, but:
Remove toga, apply gambeson and chainmail on top of that. Repurpose toga into a cloak.
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and take a shield from the wall. (The one with the bird on it.)
Also, check out that weird statue in the corner.
silly skelton, we have a perfectly good chest cavity thats not being taken up by all of those useless organs. Using the toga fashion it into a hanger for us to put the dagger and wine bottle in our chest.
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This game looks awesome! Great art and stuff, foxtrot!
Using common sense you understand that the gambeson would be perfect for your first layer then chain-mail.
After putting on the new clothing order you decide to re-purpose the bed-sheet as a sort of cloak. It all fits well with your sword scabbard as well.
You also decide to take one of the shields from the wall, you choose the one with a raven on the front and put your arm through the straps. After some minor strap adjusting it fits to your
bony arm quite well.
With your new apparel on you go back to the chest and reach for the dagger, the wine bottle and the statuette.
You are able to fit the statuette and the wine bottle in your chest snugly, you attach the dagger to the back of your belt by it's sheath.
Take the dagger and statuette, see if there's any exit out of the room.
Also, check if our skeleton can talk, or produce any vocal sound at all.
You try your hardest without lungs or vocal cords to produce a sound.
Instead of a normal pitched voice all you hear is a sort of
whispering sound come out of your
ghoulish mouth.
You felt like you were speaking, but maybe...
(ROLL 7!) you are quite certain that you we're not speaking audibly in a normal fashion, in fact you are very sure that you can only communicate to other
skeletons, or
dead things to be exact.
Also, check out that weird statue in the corner.
You walk up to the stone statue in the corner of the room, it seemed plain from far and as you approach you make out it's finer details.
It's a realistic depiction of a cloaked man, you cannot see the face but as you stare in the
darkness of the hood you can't help but feel
watched back.
(ROLL 3!) You have no idea who this man is, and the longer you look at him the more you feel like it is
staring harder into your eye-sockets.
As you quickly make your way back to the window by the chest to avoid any further invisible eye-contact, you try to see if the window is big enough to grant you freedom.
You inspect the window and try to measure yourself with it's size, you conclude that it's too small for even you a
skeleton to make it through...
There are no other doors inside the barracks except for the doorway you came through.
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