The Right to Bear Arm: A MÖRK BORG Dungeon

Somehow, you are now in possession of an arm. Cut off, somewhere between the shoulder and the elbow. Chop chop. Grind marks c l e a r l y v i s i b l e . Tattooed on the arm is a labyrinthine map, and the hand holds the head of a sceptre in a firm grip. It is brown, tinted in azure, and smooth like porcelain. The arm is heavy, and you become briefly aware that you, also, are MEAT, heavy save for the frail muscles in your body. You get a strong feeling that the arm may lead you to something quite...