"True. You'd think bleeding would be more of a problem than it is for a cut of this size, but I suppose I'm not exactly normal. Thanks, guard. May I know your name so that I can try not to kill you in the future if I have to?"
Obtain new connection, go out to the doomstones where I left the mediocre apron and use it to make a bandage/tie over the wound to keep it shut.
[An Innocuous Request: 4]
Crail's the name, apparently. It is a name like any other. It makes little difference in truth. You bid him good day and head off outside, greeted by a setting sun. Quite a non-traditional day/night cycle they've got here.
[Not Nailed Down, Is It: 1]
Rather disappointingly you find the stone circle to be missing any trace of your apron, mediocre though it may have been. Guess beggars can't be choosers. Thieves doubly so.
I inch along the left wall into the room.
[Careful Explorations: 3]
The room seems altogether much less trapped than the hallway, much to your satisfaction. Still a little trapped, mind you. At this point of the ongoing physical punishment, however, a few spikes stabbing into the sides of your feet are little more than a mild tickle.
You make progress in any case, passing along relief-covered walls that you cannot quite discern the imagery of without light, and come upon a small alcove in which you find... ooh. Jutting out from the ground and made of hollow stone, a large and heavy lid atop a rectangular box. You run your hands across the lid - richly engraved, polished to perfection, the unmistakable stylized shape of a human being clasping a sword to their chest carved out on its top, no doubt a well-made likeness of the occupant. Its lid is very slightly ajar, you notice. And, if you're not mistaken, minutely raised as well, a little more on the left side than the right.
Thomas frowned at the majordomo. "Then how am I supposed to get to the highway to get to Albany? I'm beginning to feel rather trapped in here. I just need to talk to Mr. Munderly before he becomes even more cross!"
More pointless arguments.
[The Virtue of Patience: 5]
You
are trapped, the majordomo points out incredulously. They all are. Only a stone wall separates them from a horde of stout individuals who want nothing more than to end them, and then end the very memory of their existence. The majordomo would have thought this entirely obvious even for someone as clearly unhinged as you are. Honestly, if you're going to be this willfully ignorant, you might consider starting to flap your arms and hope that this lets you fly back to whatever corner of the world you spawned from?
Time for plan B, methinks.
Smother fire with sack, use drapes to make handle for glass shard.
[101 Uses For Sacks: 1]
A few minutes pass as you haul sacks full of gold onto the drape fire in the other corner - somehow this fails to smother it effectively. Unrelatedly, the sacks also catch on fire. Must have been drier than you would think.
Besides, you're not sure there's much unburnt drape left in that pile, truth be told. It seems to have been burning for a fair bit before you turned up, and was in the waning stages even before you took a stab at smothering it.
"Okay, that's not creepy at all."
Sober up. Get the hell out of this hole.
[Induced Sobriety: 2]
Sobriety is a difficult state of mind to grasp when you're drunk. Like a blind man recalling what it is like to see, it feels strange and alien now. Have you ever really been sober? Or is this all just a trick your mind has been playing on you?
It is irrelevant, you decide! It is time to get out of this place.
[Out of the Hole: 5]
Fortunately, the walls prove very climbable, the deep screwlike grooves offering a lot in the way of handholds. You clumsily make your way to the top of the hole, where the shaft narrows to an onion-like point of sharp, seamlessly interlocking wooden components, not a single solitary one budging as you drunkenly prod at it in hopes of getting it to open by sheer luck alone.
Come to think of it, where exactly did you come in through? Was it through the top at all?
Leif Erikson, Miner
- A Word: INEVITABLE
- Wounds: 1
- Reappropriated, Clean Skirt
- 1 gp
- Anglefork Castle: A Free Man
- The Box: ?
- Tower of the Mind: a Lack of Patience
- Imaginary Inebriation: South of Sobriety
- Induced Lucidity: the Burning Church
- The Prison Stone
- Elongated Affairs: A Noble Task
- Elongated Affairs: The Numbers of the Stoat
- Compatibility: Minding
- Tricks of the Mind: Cormick's Condescending Riddle
- Tricks of the Mind: Perceptual Rebuke
- Tricks of the Mind: Erikson's Inexplicable Grapefruit
- Party in the Courtyard: Celebration in Earnest
- Never In: Swallowed By The Pit
- Gods of the Underground: Did You Just What
- The Voracious Dark: Two Deals Made
- The Voracious Dark: The Promised Sixth
Eileen Minett, Vinyl Collector
- Wounds: 2
- Naked
- A Word: HUNGER
- A Word: CHAOS
- A Weapon: Explosive Cysts
- Rat Pantheon: Disliked
- Traces of Mischief: Mouthful of Blackness
- Origins: Witness to Dissolution
- Tower of the Mind: There's Something To Remember
- The New Queen: And Something To Forget
- The Queen's Guard: Bringer of Doom
- Gross Incandescence: Crumbling Shell
- Touch of Flame: the Secrets of Flammability
- Inscribed Brick ('Water')
- The Voracious Dark: Two Connections Given
- Body Count: 1
- Never In: the Obvious Candidates
- Labyrinths of Anglefork: Tomb of the Valiant Knights
- The Impromptu Prophecy: the Sensible Solution
Jack Daniels, Karate Man
- Wounds: 1 (alleviated)
- Voluntarily Naked
- Traces of Mischief: A Bisected Left Kidney
- Uncoupled: Strength
- Wooden Door (held)
- The Majordomo: A Most Displeasing Brigand
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: the Sword of Destiny
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: Something Priceless?
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: An Unspeakable Garment
- The Winding Path of Inspiration: A Profane Megalith
- Tower of the Mind: Endless Well of Mystery
- Induced Lucidity: A Garden Well-Tended
- Doomstones: ?
- A Place In History: Emergent Abomination
- Anglefork Castle: the Great Serpent
- 2 rats, crushed
- 1 rat, strangled
- 1 rat, live
- Touch of Flame: the Second Degree
- Gross Incandescence: Unilluminated
- Travels In The Fourth Dimension: Sunday ± 2 Days
- The Impromptu Prophecy: There's A Mountain Higher Than We Knew
- The Voracious Dark: Two Connections Given
- The Good Doctor: A Recommendation
- Body Count: 2
Thomas Minstep, Insurance Agent
- A Word: ABSENCE
- Anglefork Castle: From Another Time, Another Land
- Gross Incandescence: Partly Illuminated
- Tight Leather Pants (worn, wet)
- Incredibly Tight Blue Dress (worn, mutilated, mildly provocative)
- Travels In The Fourth Dimension: Friday, July 23rd, 409 S.D.
- The Majordomo: A Blithering Lunatic
- The Queen's Guard: Okayed by the Queen
- The New Queen: Within the Margin of Sanity
- Tower of the Mind: the Quest for Signage
- Body Count: 1
- Army of the New State: 455 Stout Strangers
Oscar Wilde, Chemistry Teacher
- Naked
- Wounds: 2
- Blue Shards of a Probable Bottle
Mismanagement of time is a common issue of mine. I'll try to have more double updates to make up for the missed days.