medium · 12 rooms · did not come back · seed log-medium-85
🌑 The party works the monster to the edge and puts it into a crack across the floor: 11 damage on the way down.
The line this delve would be retold by.
11 of 13 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. | Giordano Bruno carries it (4 mentions against 4); 4/4 named |
| missed | Rooms should be in the order they are for a reason. | 1 of 12 rooms answer an earlier one (8%) |
| met | Something must go wrong, and it should be legible when it does. | 4 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. | 12 of 12 deliberations name a road not taken |
| met | A death is only worth reading if the dead had a line first. | 4 deaths, each of somebody the reader had met |
| met | Name the thing and state the number. | 11 of 12 resolutions state a number |
| met | The party should not argue in one voice. | 5 distinct voices across 12 deliberations |
| met | No sentence should appear twice in one delve, verbatim. | every effect line is said once |
| met | The boss should get to be a boss. | the throne room ran an unstated number of rounds |
| missed | A resolution should be readable in one breath. | 1 resolution over budget (worst: room 1, 325 chars against 320) |
| met | The back half should cost more than the front half. | front half 0, back half 3 |
| met | The ending should answer the delve it ended. | the epitaph names somebody who went down |
A fire vent meets the cavern ice: a scalding steam blast fills the room. The party must brace together or scatter.
They might have chosen to speak mind to mind, or send something under the slab — Giordano Bruno made the case: "Overchannel? I call it generous casting." The party chose to pass a plan through the stone.
📡 The link carries more than reassurance: a plan goes across it, timed, with both halves moving on the same count. They meet in the middle of whatever was waiting, from two sides at once, and are still in that shape when the next room opens. +36 score. 🎓 Three disciplines on one problem, none of them guessing: +25 renown.
🛡️ Giordano Bruno walks in front, which is where the blows land first.
One of the thawed dead, steaming gently holds the room (attack 6, health 12). The party must decide how to get past it. It is venomous: even a won fight leaves poison working, unless a cleric cures it. It will not face the cleric: undead take holy damage ×1.5. A crack runs the width of the room, wide enough to matter and too wide to jump twice. A pit takes up a third of the floor. The bottom is not visible.
They might have chosen to stand and fight, or fall back — Robert Fludd made the case: "Every door is a suggestion." The party chose to put it down the crack in the floor.
🌑 The party works the monster to the edge and puts it into a crack across the floor: 11 damage on the way down. ⚔️ One of the thawed dead, steaming gently is finished before it can strike back. 📐 The party meets it standing as the last room left them. 🔺 The party drives in as a wedge, everything committed forward. 💥 The Reckless finish the fight with style: +5 score. 🎒 2 more preparations hold besides — the ledger keeps them.
A library. The party can study here to learn spells. Pillars break the room into aisles — something to fight behind. A brazier burns in its bracket — nobody has been here to feed it, and it burns anyway.
They might have chosen to read the place itself, or question the ghost gently — Simon Forman made the case: "The god helps those who check for tripwires." The party chose to reconstruct his rounds.
🧠 He is asked to describe his rounds, all of them, and somebody holds the whole account at once until the shape closes. The map was behind the shelving. Two marches of oil saved. +28 score. 🎓 It is answered from three directions at once and stays answered: +25 renown.
A cinder imp wearing a snowball like armor holds the room (attack 5, health 9). The party must decide how to get past it. It flinches from the cold: weak to frost (frost damage ×1.5). Pillars break the room into aisles — something to fight behind. Shelves sag under books nobody has audited in a century.
They might have chosen to speak with whatever wears the armour, or name the armour by its heraldry — John Dee made the case: "Grace favors the well-prepared." The party chose to strip the shelves.
📚 The wizard strips sagging shelves: a scroll of Shelf-Found Working for the grimoire.
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. Somebody stacked supplies here and never came back for them.
They might have chosen to loot the treasure, or inspect it first — Giordano Bruno made the case: "Fundamentals of Sorcery, volume three, page ninety: this exact mistake." The party chose to open it with Knock.
🚪 Knock opens the lock at range: 58 gold taken. The noise carries through the dungeon.
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. A sarcophagus stands against the wall with its lid slightly wrong.
They might have chosen to experiment with the assembly, or understand the mechanism and fix it — Robert Fludd made the case: "The lock's a three-pin Herrengrave. The book was wrong about them. I'm not." The party chose to take one of the side passages.
🛤️ The side passage goes round, and round, and eventually through. Two more marches of oil burned than the direct road would have cost. +8 score.
A connecting corridor. Nothing blocks the way; the party moves through.
They might have chosen to read the dust, or ask which square is safe — Simon Forman made the case: "The god forgives. That's the whole strategy." The party chose to solve the progression.
📐 Every third square, then every fifth: the safe path is a sequence, and once it is written down the rest of the mechanism is legible too. The party crosses dry-shod and reads the next snare off the same logic. +30 score. 🎓 Somebody checks the work who is qualified to: +10 renown.
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 bring the fever down, or diagnose and treat the fever — John Dee made the case: "The liturgy has a verse for this. Several, actually." The party chose to pry the sarcophagus open.
⚰️ The party pries the lid off a stone sarcophagus: 20 gold.
🧭 The party turns off into the flooded wing — a floor that slopes down into standing water. Its rooms join the route.
A trap blocks the corridor. The party must disarm it, avoid it, or take the hit. Scorch marks fan out from a seam in the floor: a fire trap. A frost spell can blunt it.
They might have chosen to push through and take the hit, or search for a way around — Robert Fludd made the case: "Traps are just puzzles with stakes." The party chose to disarm the trap.
🗝️ The rogue disarms the trap. No damage taken; +20 score.
One of the thawed dead, steaming gently holds the room (attack 6, health 12). The party must decide how to get past it. It is venomous: even a won fight leaves poison working, unless a cleric cures it. It will not face the cleric: undead take holy damage ×1.5. An anvil sits under a dead forge, still true. A silvered mirror leans against the wall, and it shows the room more honestly than the room does.
They might have chosen to stand and fight, or fall back — Robert Fludd made the case: "Every door is a suggestion." The party chose to sneak past.
🗡️ The rogue leads the party past one of the thawed dead, steaming gently unseen. No damage taken; +15 score. 💡 Dancing Light revealed the watcher's position: +1 to the sneak roll.
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 loot the treasure, or inspect it first — Simon Forman made the case: "Grace favors the well-prepared." The party chose to open it with Knock.
🚪 Knock opens the lock at range: 58 gold taken. The noise carries through the dungeon.
The boss chamber. The Mad Pyromancer, delighted someone flammable came waits at its center (attack 12, health 27); killing it clears the dungeon. It flinches from the cold: weak to frost (frost damage ×1.5). Pillars break the room into aisles — something to fight behind. A bed of rusted spikes stands out of the floor, most of them still upright.
They might have chosen to stand and fight, or fall back — the Cunning had already worked out the odds. The party chose to open with a combat spell.
🔥 The caster opens with Frost Lance, chosen precisely for the monster's frost weakness: spell damage ×1.5. ☠️ Even softened, the Mad Pyromancer, delighted someone flammable came beats the party down. 🩸 Simon Forman takes the worst of it: 14 of the party's 63. 🧱 The party fights from behind a row of squat pillars: 1 less damage per round. 💚 Balm of Hours closes Giordano Bruno's wounds mid-fight: 14 healed in round 1, then 7 a round while it holds. 🎒 11 more preparations hold besides — the ledger keeps them.
☠️ Giordano Bruno falls. The party's wizard is dead; the 3 still standing march on.
☠️ Robert Fludd falls. The party's rogue is dead; the 2 still standing march on.
☠️ Simon Forman falls. The party's cleric is dead; one of them is still standing.
☠️ John Dee falls. The party's cleric is dead, and there is nobody left to carry them out.
The party is wiped out in the Ice Caverns of the Mad Pyromancer. The dead: Giordano Bruno, Robert Fludd, Simon Forman, John Dee. Rooms cleared: 11. Trophies lost with them: 1 (latest: 🪙 a frozen soldier's pay).
Regenerate this exact delve:
npm run simulate -- --seed log-medium-85