The Skeletal Trap (Patreon)

Deep in the heart of the Ihythia Dungeon, Autumn excused herself from  her allies. Frostburn asked, "Did we miss something back there?" Autumn laughed. "No, my friend. It's more like I downed one too many ales while sharing old adventures back at the tavern. I'll return in a moment." Armed with her impossibly large greatsword, she walked into the  chamber that her party had just passed through. The ancient floor was covered with dusty bones and rusted weapons, most likely warriors who failed to defeat the dungeon guardians and perished in combat. Seeing no threat in a room that she just backtracked to, Autumn squatted down and started to urinate.Then the unspeakable happened.With a strange chime, the heavy dungeon door slammed shut over the quiet hiss of urine pouring over the floor. The bones started rising up and magically reassembling back into hostile skeletal warriors."Shit!"  Autumn hissed, as she grabbed the Sword of Dalmasca from within arm's reach, and instinctively started swinging at her new foes. Autumn's allies pounded on the door from the opposite side and screamed in concern. The undead horde didn't give the Dalmascan princess time to finish peeing; they attacked her as a stream of warm urine continued to  pour from her urethra.