medium · 13 rooms · came back · seed log-medium-1
3 damage, a march of oil spent clearing the rubble, and what is left is a hole the party can only go through one at a time.
The line this delve would be retold by.
9 of 12 values met. A reading, not a grade — the score exists to sort logs, not to judge them.
| Value | What the log shows | |
|---|---|---|
| met | A delve should be about somebody. | Tycho Brahe carries it (6 mentions against 4); 3/3 named |
| missed | Rooms should be in the order they are for a reason. | 1 of 13 rooms answer an earlier one (8%) |
| met | Something must go wrong, and it should be legible when it does. | 3 rooms cost the party something |
| met | If every room is a beat, no room is. | the loudest room runs 4.0× the median (peak 4, median 1) |
| met | A choice reads as a choice only when the alternatives are named. | 13 of 13 deliberations name a road not taken |
| n/a | A death is only worth reading if the dead had a line first. | nobody fell |
| met | Name the thing and state the number. | 12 of 13 resolutions state a number |
| met | The party should not argue in one voice. | 3 distinct voices across 13 deliberations |
| missed | No sentence should appear twice in one delve, verbatim. | 2 effect lines printed verbatim more than once (worst ×3) |
| met | The boss should get to be a boss. | the throne room ran 2 rounds |
| met | A resolution should be readable in one breath. | every resolution inside its budget |
| missed | The back half should cost more than the front half. | front half 3, back half 1 |
| met | The ending should answer the delve it ended. | the epitaph names somebody who went down |
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through.
They might have chosen to read the place itself, or reconstruct his rounds — Tycho Brahe made the case: "I read a treatise on this maneuver. Chapter three. Brace." The party chose to question the ghost gently.
🤝 Asked gently and given time, he remembers most of it — enough to save a march of oil, and to be a good deal calmer about the whole business. +22 score. 🎓 Everything this asks for, the party happens to have brought: +25 renown.
A library. The party can study here to learn spells. A brazier burns in its bracket — nobody has been here to feed it, and it burns anyway.
They might have chosen to reconstruct the mosaic from memory, or recognize the mosaic — Michael Sendivogius made the case: "My shield has a saint on it. She's watching. Form up." The party chose to break through the wall.
💥 The wall yields to force and the ceiling comes with it. 3 damage, a march of oil spent clearing the rubble, and what is left is a hole the party can only go through one at a time.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through.
They might have chosen to negotiate with it, or answer it in its own tongue — Paracelsus made the case: "Peer review can wait. The flask can't." The party chose to investigate its claim.
📖 The claim checks out in every particular, which it did not expect anyone to bother doing. It steps out of the way. +20 score. 🎓 Three disciplines on one problem, none of them guessing: +25 renown.
A trap blocks the corridor. The party must disarm it, avoid it, or take the hit. Half the ceiling is on the floor, in pieces worth stepping around. A pit takes up a third of the floor. The bottom is not visible.
They might have chosen to search for a way around, or bypass it with a utility spell — Tycho Brahe made the case: "Footwork is just grammar for the body." The party chose to push through and take the hit.
💥 The party pushes through the trap, taking 2 damage. 🪶 Feather Step takes the party's weight off the floor: 3 less damage from anything underfoot.
🛡️ Tycho Brahe takes the front of the march, and the rest fall in behind. 🧭 The Covetous wanted the weapon rack: the party turns off into the barracks wing. Its rooms join the route.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through. A font holds water that has been still a long time and is somehow clean.
They might have chosen to move on, or bless the font and drink — Michael Sendivogius made the case: "Everything down here is carrying something. I collect." The party chose to fill the waterskins.
⛲ The party fills its waterskins at a stone font of still water: 3 health healed.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through. Half the ceiling is on the floor, in pieces worth stepping around.
They might have chosen to sift the rubble — Paracelsus made the case: "If it smokes, it works. If it screams, it works better." The party chose to move on.
The party moves on to the next room.
A treasure chest sits in the room. It may hold gold; it may be a mimic. A sarcophagus stands against the wall with its lid slightly wrong.
They might have chosen to open it with Knock, or inspect it first — Tycho Brahe made the case: "The body is a temple. Mine's a fortress." The party chose to loot the treasure.
💰 The party loots the chest: 50 gold.
A treasure chest sits in the room. It may hold gold; it may be a mimic. Somebody stacked supplies here and never came back for them. A silvered mirror leans against the wall, and it shows the room more honestly than the room does.
They might have chosen to dissolve the lock, or understand the mechanism and fix it — Michael Sendivogius made the case: "The sword's just how I open lockboxes." The party chose to experiment with the assembly.
🧪 Trial and error yields insight. The mechanism opens, and what its builder left in the works rewards the experiment. +15 gold, +20 score. 🎓 Everything this asks for, the party happens to have brought: +25 renown.
🕯️ The lantern is burning low: oil for 2 more marches.
A treasure chest sits in the room. It may hold gold; it may be a mimic. A silvered mirror leans against the wall, and it shows the room more honestly than the room does.
They might have chosen to open it with Knock, or inspect it first — Paracelsus made the case: "Peer review can wait. The flask can't." The party chose to loot the treasure.
💰 The party loots the chest: 26 gold.
🕯️ The wick is well down the oil. 1 more march of light, then none.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through.
They might have chosen to observe every detail, or divine what is hidden here — Tycho Brahe made the case: "If it bleeds on me, that's how I know it's working." The party chose to search the room methodically.
🔎 Systematic searching reveals a cache in the oldest stones. Not as rich as it might have been, but real. +20 gold, +14 score. 🎓 Three disciplines on one problem, none of them guessing: +25 renown.
🕯️ The flame stands up, thins, and is gone. The party is out of oil.
A shrine. Resting here heals the party; the gold leaf on the altar could be stripped instead. Pillars break the room into aisles — something to fight behind. A sarcophagus stands against the wall with its lid slightly wrong.
They might have chosen to rest and heal, or strip the gold leaf — Michael Sendivogius made the case: "I read a treatise on this maneuver. Chapter three. Brace." The party chose to bless the font and drink.
⛲ The cleric says the words over a stone font of still water and the party drinks: 12 health healed.
🪶 No light, but no stumbling either — Feather Step carries them through blind and whole, 3 damage unpaid.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through.
They might have chosen to name the armour by its heraldry, or strip the insignia off it — Paracelsus made the case: "If it smokes, it works. If it screams, it works better." The party chose to read its movement and walk around it.
🎯 Eleven paces, a turn, eleven paces back. The party crosses in the gap and comes out the far side abreast and unhurried. +18 score. 🎓 Everything this asks for, the party happens to have brought: +25 renown.
The boss chamber. The Ogre King Under the Stair waits at its center (attack 12, health 32); killing it clears the dungeon. Plate and chitin cover it: the party's blows do 2 less damage each round. A brazier burns in its bracket — nobody has been here to feed it, and it burns anyway. A portcullis hangs raised above the passage, on a chain that still turns.
They might have chosen to fall back, or pay the toll — Tycho Brahe made the case: "Plan? I'm the plan." The party chose to stand and fight.
⚔️ The party kills the Ogre King Under the Stair in 2 rounds, taking 0 damage. 📐 The party meets it standing as the last room left them. 🗡️ The daggers land before the argument starts: nothing comes back in the first round. 🛡️ Aegis of Ash goes up before the first blow: 2 less damage every round. 💥 The Reckless finish the fight with style: +5 score. 🎒 4 more preparations hold besides — the ledger keeps them.
the Old Delve is cleared: the boss is dead and the party walks out. Survivors: Tycho Brahe, Michael Sendivogius, Paracelsus. Rooms cleared: 13. Trophies carried out: 1 (latest: 👑 the Ogre King's smallest crown).
Regenerate this exact delve:
npm run simulate -- --seed log-medium-1