In the commotion, Propman had since found himself wandering alone once again, having taken a wrong turn in the corridors and somehow managed to trip face first into the sands of the chess room once more.
"Sorry lads, I'll catch up to you short-" Looking down from his splayed out knees, the wayward adventurer noticed something peculiar. What he had tripped upon was not the sand as he first suspected, but rather some sort of object made up of polished marble and wood. Attempting to lift himself up, [2] he stumbles yet again and face-plants into the sand once more, this time losing his hat in the process.
"Urk!"[14] after yet another attempt, the privateer managed to get back onto his legs, and took the moment to brush the sand out of his tricorne before placing back upon his head. He glanced down upon the object, and after a bit of critical thinking [17] determines that it is a rather intricate lever. It was quite the work of art for something meant to be hidden; the handle had an intricate chessboard pattern of white and black marble partially cladding the wooden dowel, which itself was a swirl of ebony and creamy white. The tip of the lever ended in a crown, similar to the one on the king chess-piece he had dueled against a mere few hours ago.
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║ You hear the wind blow violently.║
╚══════════════════════════════════╝The hairs on the back of his head stood up as he heard something approaching from the room he had left just moments before. The same sense of dread he possessed when being chased by the mavolent force was felt, and it appeared that it had caught him by surprise this time. For some reason, Propman could not bear to look behind in order to face the door it was no doubt entering the room through, but looking at the door leading to the cathedral room, it appeared as if it were miles away, and his legs felt as stiff as stone as he attempted to move towards it.
Thinking as quickly as he could, Propman kicked the lever, in a hope that whatever it did would distract the entity to buy him time to flee. One of the walls adjacent to him groaned, and part of it began to depress, revealing a hidden door. Now frantic, the privateer waited as he felt the force closing in. A few seconds later, and enough of the door was revealed for him to squeeze his body through [18] and into a shallow corridor, dropping his tied-up greatcoat onto the floor in the process. The door in front of him was made of metal and wood, appearing much like a push door one would find in an educational building, though he had nary the time to contemplate the craftsmanship of the door in the same way he did the lever.
Propman shoved the door aside and dove in without a second thought in a last-ditch effort to evade the force, who he now sensed was present on the area he stood moment before. His vision went black as he felt himself...
tumbling?
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