The Forest of Doom: 25, 56, 233, 17, 89, 256, 295, 30, 225, 135, 284, 270, 229, 45, 165: Well...

      Continuing my pattern, I head West.

Choice: West: 56

More instructions on what I decide to dismiss. Yay.

     And onward West!

Choice: West: 233

I always thought I should mind the sick and leave the well alone.

     Promises of cold water are more than enough to go to the well, but the promise of luck draws me even quicker.

Choice: Well: 17

     I give my prayer and tribute to the Lady and throw in a coin.

Gold: 5-1=4

Choice: Toss a Gold Piece: 89

Yes! Thank you so much for this pointless option, Livingstone!

     I draw my water from the well and drink deeply. It is cold and refreshing. Lady be blessed.

      After this refreshment, I consider my options. And then climb down the ladder. The Lady has guided me to a well, there must be a reason.

Chocie: Descend: 256

     Oh, good. More Luck.

      ToL: 7... v. my 6. Phooey. Luck goes down to 5

Choice: Unlucky: 295

     Uh... maybe? Book says I have Leather Armor, but never specified if I had a helmet. So.. I guess... no?

      Obviously, no, otherwise this question would be nonsense.

Choice: Helmless: 30

      I tumble and stumble down the well and land in the water, bleeding into it. It hurts. The Lady will take her costs and give kind and cruel alike.

     Stamina: 14-2=12

Choice: Stay Alive: 225

"I'm worried we don't have much oxygen down here..."
"Don't worry. I'll light a bunch of torches so we can find our way back up if we need air."

      Mostly I'm cursing the lack of helmet in starter armor.
   

      Torches... a tunnel I have to crawl along... prime goblin sign. I creep down the tunnel.

Choice: Crawl In: 135

     Well, with all this information, I think... yeah, Wst, why not.

Choice: Crawl West: 284

     South? I can go South? Well, that's happening!

Choice: South: 270

Prepare for snakes!

     I nod to myself as I enter. "Prime goblin." I head to the box and reach for the lid. Maybe a piece of the hammer is right here...

Choice: Open the Box: 229

AAH! I want my snakes back!

      A gremlin in a box? I need to find a loved one, quick... apparently...

What in the name of Dahl is this film?

       Ah... but I was testing my luck again? 8! Ayup. Luck hits 4.

Choice: Stabbed: 45

      Okay, I know you could have just said "if you are Unlucky Lose 2 Stamina" in the last reference. How padded is this book?

     I stagger back and fall into a tiny chair. I feel like I'm replaying the troll fight from the other side.

     Stamina: 12-2=10

Choice: Alive: 165

So... it has 5 skill, but I have -3... you could have just given it 8 skill, book.
Yes, and wouldn't that be a bland flavor?

      The Gremlin leaps at me, and I struggle to defend myself from the chair.

Round 1

Lucky: 8

Gremlin: 11

Lucky: 10-2=8

     The Gremlin strikes me in the shoulder as I try and dislodge myself from the tiny chair. The little knife skings terribly.

Round 2

Lucky: 12

Gremlin: 13

Lucky: 8-2=6

     I desperately try and scooch backwards, but just more and more cuts knick at my body. Blood spilling across the tiny room and its quaint furnishings.

Round 3

Lucky: 10

Gremlin: 14

Lucky: 6-4

     I finally smash the chair apart, but no sooner have I escaped its clutches than the gremlin slides round my side and shoves a knife in my butt. "Come on!"

Round 4

Lucky: 9

Gremlin: 12

Lucky: 4-2=2

      I drop my sword, too hard to manuever in this space, and lunge for the gremlin. I grab ahold of its squirming, scaly body, but it slides its knife against my wrist, digging through my arm.

Round 5

Lucky: 15

Gremlin: 12

ToL: 6 Dangummit! Luck is 3.

Lucky: 2

Gremlin: 3-1=2

      I squeeze the tiny creature as hard as  I can. It squirms frantically as it gasps for air, and I do everything I can to stop it.

Round 6

Lucky: 10

Gremlin: 10

Lucky: 2

Gremlin: 2

     Oh, come on!

     The creature manages to pull my grip apart long enough to take a breath, but I push it up against the wall to close the airway again.

Round 7

Lucky: 10

Gremlin: 12

ToL: 10. Yeah, that's about right.

Luck: 2-2=0

Gremlin: 2

      The Gremlin bites my thumb hard, and rips it right off. Even as I scramble to maintain my hold, it drives its knife up into my arm and tears it down my wrist. I put my whole weight to pinning the beast down, but my grip weakens with each moment as the red blood leaves me.

      "Lady..." I say weakly, "Why?"

       The Gremlin only laughs.

DEATH