Alright, it begins... and here's a crude map that I made with paint so that you don't get too lost.
As you sign your name on the liability waiver, you suddenly find yourself in a place very different from where you once were. You appear to be standing on the flat, almost pefectly triangular peak of a very tall mountain, with a shallow stream fed by a small pool flowing swiftly through it. At first glance it appears that this stream swerves around two massive boulders, but upon closer inspection, you realize that the 'boulder' closer to the center of the triangle is actually a collapsed tower from a bygone age. You also notice a few sturdy looking oak trees growing in the western area, with their branches sculpted by the mountain winds in such a way that they are easily climbable. As you admire the scenery, the waiver in your hand begins to change its shape, and you remember why you're here:
TREASURE!(Arthur luck roll: 2)
You're standing by the north shore of the pool when your waiver suddenly twists itself into a formidable looking rifle. You grin, but then you see a corner of the paper tear itself off and morph into a tin of BB pellets. Looking at your rifle again, you discover that it's a mere child's toy, but you suppose it's better than nothing.
(SIR BADASSITUDE luck roll: 5)
You spawn inside of the ruined tower, and your waiver begins to fold over numerous times on its own accord. The paper becomes a mass of plastic and metal, and you soon have a mighty chainsaw in your hands. When you rev it up, you hear a clap of thunder and strange runes on the blade suddenly spark to life, making the business end of the chainsaw crackle with arcs of pure electricity. Only one word could describe this weapon: BADASS!
(Billy luck roll: 2)
You appear outside by the northern wall of the tower, and your waiver begins to crawl as if it were alive. The edges fold themselves up into a small black box, and you open this, wondering what's inside. It contains five knives, which upon closer inspection turn out to be butter knives. You sigh and pick one up, and realize that it's actually fairly well balanced for throwing, although you begin to wonder who in the world would ever make a throwing butter knife.
(Javier luck roll: 2-1)
You're by the southern shore of the pool when your waiver is blown into the water by a burst of wind. It begins to wriggle like a fish, and as you pull it out of the pool it becomes a squirt-pistol. Well damn... you might just have to strangle people after all.
(George luck roll: 6)
You lean against one of the trees in the grove to read your waiver again, and it suddenly levitates into the air and glows with a bright light. You shield your eyes, and when it's safe to look again, you see a long ornate spear made of a strange metal. A strange light emanates from its barbed tip, which spins around on the handle of the weapon like the head of a drill. You pick it up and examine it more closely, and notice a large rune roughly in the shape of a porcupine on the shaft. You're not entirely sure how this thing works, but you figure that the mere sight of it will scare off potential attackers.
(Alina luck roll: 2+1)
You're standing just to the west of the large boulder when your waiver folds itself into a tiny paper serpent, which then squirms out of your hands and begins to grow, becoming a four foot long copperhead snake. The creature rushes at you and you turn to flee, but it leaps at you and coils itself around your arm. As you try to shake it off, it looks you in the eyes and you immediately feel at ease. You reckon that this snake must be your 'weapon', and it hisses in agreement, almost as if it has read your mind.
(Rakzad luck roll: 4+1)
You're sitting near the east end of the boulder when you hear a girl screaming, and as you stand up to investigate, your waiver flies out of your hands. It rolls up into a tight tube of paper, before collapsing into a black longbow and a quiver of arrows. You pick these up, and you get a pins-and-needles feeling in your arm for a moment, before a tattoo of the bow materializes on your right arm. How odd...
(Archuk luck roll: 5)
You spawn by the southern edge of the mountaintop, and your waiver almost instantly splits in two, before forming a pair of long steel claws attached to leather gloves. A strange light-blue liquid drips ominously from the ends of them, and you take great care not to drip any of it onto your skin as you put them on.
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