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 t…