Roll for initiative!

They continued playing the game. Lauren, now curling the toes on her one bare feet against the cool floor, tried to pay more attention. She rolled the strange, 20 sided dice and successfully climbed from the spiked pit.

"Maeve emerges from the pit, her leather armor and clothes torn from the spikes..." Dennis narrated.

"Nice." Chuckled Evan. Lauren shot him a glare.

They continued onwards. They entered the door Lauren had failed to check for traps... only for Rat men to descend on them, ready and waiting in ambush. The players rolled for initiative, and Lauren got the highest result.

"I run up to the first Rat Man and stab him with my sword thingie!" She said.

To her surprise, the other players shook their heads.

"You should have waited until we could flank," Evan said. "Now you won't get sneak attack damage..."

"Roll that dice." Dennis commanded, pointing at the pyramid shaped dice. Lauren rolled.

"Uh... one." She read.

"So Maeve cuts at the Rat Man and does one point of damage, which his armor blocks." Dennis narrated. "The Rat Man swings his mace in return and does..." He rolled a dice. "17 damage, knocking Maeve ****.

Lauren's annoyance grew into rage as Dennis went on.

"The other Rat Men eagerly swarm Maeve, looking for more goods to steal. They take her armor, her weapons, everything. The Rat Men flee back into the darkness, leaving Maeve **** in nothing but a loincloth and her chest wrap..."

"Looks like you lost another encounter." Evan pointed out, smirking.

"Fine. Whatever!" Lauren spat, trying to sound casual as she took off her other sandal and threw it to Dennis, who set aside with the other.

Lauren put her bare tiny feet to the ground, trying to ignore how **** she felt without her shoes...