The Minotaur’s growl echoed in the labyrinth.
“He’s close,” the rogue said, “but I recognize this rock formation. This way!”
The party followed him along similar halls and curbs. They yelped when a skeleton sprung free from its vines prison.
They yelped louder when they ended nose to snout with the Minotaur.
“I’ve got this,” the warrior said, unsheathing his sword.
Plastic clattered against wood. The 20-sided die landed on 1.
“You miss the Minotaur by a mile. Your sword beheads the rogue instead.”
“Great,” the priestess mumbled. “Now we’re stuck here until I level up enough to resurrect him.”
This story is my dorky creation for this prompt.