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04-17-2015, 09:39 AM
The group slowly enters the room, trying not to tread on traces of blood or any bones. Blue Phoenix expects something to happen any moment now, however it remains quiet.
Nave: How about we get into that circle on the ground?
snorsorbet: Are you serious, this could simply kill us...
Nave: You know, intruders were never meant to get so far into the caverns. I think this is designed for use rather for the weirdo that lives here than a trap for outsiders. It's too obvious to be a trap!
After a little while they reach the circle. It doesn't contain anything else and the red color seems to be paint, but they cannot distinguish it properly from blood with the low amount of light in this room.
Simon: I volunteer.
And he takes a wide step, positioning himself into the center of the circle. Bamboori quietly follows. snorsorbet gasps.
Nothing happens.
Bamboori: Oh sh*t!
Blue Phoenix: What happened?!
Bamboori: Ah nothing serious... I just bit into my flesh while biting my fingernails...
Simon: You nervous of something?
Bamboori: ...
Suddenly a door is slammed shut, Bamboori and Simon wince and instinctively step out of the circle.
Drahcir: By the gods, what was that?
Blue Phoenix: A door must have closed, but it wasn't the one we came in from...
Phil: Meeoooo-ooow!!
snorsorbet: Translation: Look.
Blue Phoenix: Look where?!
SirFrog: Shh.
SirFrog nudges the other party members and nods toward the other door in the room. As they turn their gaze into its direction, they can faintly make out a dark human-shaped silhouette wearing a hood standing in front of it, apparently watching them.
Book of Knowledge
(Hints of Interest: -
Stat points left: Phil
Skill points left: Drahcir, Bamboori, Blue Phoenix, Phil)
It's dark. (10:09 PM)
The cave's dark cloak encloses the group eerily.
Nave: How about we get into that circle on the ground?
snorsorbet: Are you serious, this could simply kill us...
Nave: You know, intruders were never meant to get so far into the caverns. I think this is designed for use rather for the weirdo that lives here than a trap for outsiders. It's too obvious to be a trap!
After a little while they reach the circle. It doesn't contain anything else and the red color seems to be paint, but they cannot distinguish it properly from blood with the low amount of light in this room.
Simon: I volunteer.
And he takes a wide step, positioning himself into the center of the circle. Bamboori quietly follows. snorsorbet gasps.
Nothing happens.
Bamboori: Oh sh*t!
Blue Phoenix: What happened?!
Bamboori: Ah nothing serious... I just bit into my flesh while biting my fingernails...
Simon: You nervous of something?
Bamboori: ...
Suddenly a door is slammed shut, Bamboori and Simon wince and instinctively step out of the circle.
Drahcir: By the gods, what was that?
Blue Phoenix: A door must have closed, but it wasn't the one we came in from...
Phil: Meeoooo-ooow!!
snorsorbet: Translation: Look.
Blue Phoenix: Look where?!
SirFrog: Shh.
SirFrog nudges the other party members and nods toward the other door in the room. As they turn their gaze into its direction, they can faintly make out a dark human-shaped silhouette wearing a hood standing in front of it, apparently watching them.
Book of Knowledge
(Hints of Interest: -
Stat points left: Phil
Skill points left: Drahcir, Bamboori, Blue Phoenix, Phil)
It's dark. (10:09 PM)
The cave's dark cloak encloses the group eerily.
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