"Hmm. Well, let's check the closet first. Maybe we can grab some things in there without having people bother us too much."
Inspect closet!
[Fumbling Bravely In The Dark: 2]
The closet is much like the devil's anus, in that it's quite dark, foreboding and emits an offputting aroma suggestive of grisly violence. In unrelated news, you almost run into some bloody stool. Otherwise the small space seems a little on the bare side, although you also step into a meaty chunk on the floor, emitting a rather displeasing squelching sound, and finally locate a filthy, much-abused rag in one of the corners. You suspect that the state of this closet is the result of weeks upon weeks of sustained theft and hoarding. There is no sign of the owner, if there indeed is one and this isn't just a completely looted and worthless space.
Another magic trick to impress the children. Pretty good, considering how little time she had to set up the wires or whatever it was they used. Might as well watch it.
Watch the show. Applaud politely at appropriate times.
[Enlightened Criticism: 4]
The children don't really seem impressed, which you suppose is natural given that the girl is just hanging there in the air motionlessly. The children's eyes are glazed, blinking only very occasionally, enough to prevent them from drying.
You watch a while, but they don't really seem to do much more. Anything more, really, and you think you've been standing here a while at this point. Maybe this is performance art or something, and you really had to be there for the beginning. Or maybe you just don't grok their vision or something. That sounds like a thing younger people interested in stuff like performance art would say to you anyway.
Promising, but that thing must have come from somewhere. Probably from here.
Climb up the second shaft. I wish I saw minders levitating before. Would make this so much easier.
In the strictest possible sense you
did see them levitating before. But it wasn't the
right time. There was a very specific
then involved. You saw them but you didn't
see them, and... er, yeah. Something like that.
[Rage Against The Pull: 5]
It's pretty easy to climb back up, though. Easier than expected, really. All you need to do is use your back as a fifth limb. Press it to the back of the shaft. Use other four limbs to carry you upward. Wood's smooth enough to not even give you splinters!
[Labyrinths of Anglefork: 5]
Of course, now that you're back up where you - wait, is this where you were before? Seems different. You don't recall there being two sideways-going shafts. One's inclined upward, the other downward. Both appear to curve a little. And there's no sign of the passage to the other downward shaft. You try to devote some brainpower to solve this conundrum, and make about as much progress as you'd expect, in that you forget what you were expecting and also what you were just thinking.
"You know, if you would have just warned me about this instead of being all cryptic... I'm sorry."
Let's find that rat-shit shaft and get out of here!
[Labyrinths of Anglefork: 2]
The rat-shit shaft's still there, of course, still tempting with its fecal fecundity. Seems like it could accommodate you squeezing through most probably.
The same, however, cannot be said of the blade arm, which seems unwilling to bend in such a way to get through the small tunnel. Or, rather, all too willing to bunch up, bend and get stuck in the stone confines, rendering the possibilities of you getting through simultaneously with it nigh-academically hypothetical.
The muttering of the priestess grows weaker still, right up until it stops entirely, only the grinding of the metal blade on stone breaking up the silence of the grave.
"My thoughts exactly."
Follow Mr. Daniels.
You and Mr. Daniels have a roaring good time exploring a dark, dirty closet with very little in it from what you can tell.
[Fumbling Bravely In The Dark: 2]
Granted, you're not really inclined to look very hard when you hear Mr. Daniels step into something that sounds and smells a lot like biological waste. Goodness, but this place is incredibly filthy.
Leif Erikson, Miner
- A Word: INEVITABLE
- Wounds: 2
- Reappropriated, Clean Skirt
- 1 gp
- Anglefork Castle: A Free Man
- The Box: ?
- Tower of the Mind: a Lack of Patience
- Induced Inebriation: Comfortably Drunk
- 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
- Labyrinths of Anglefork: There And Back Again
- The Voracious Dark: Two Deals Made
- The Voracious Dark: The Promised Sixth
Eileen Minett, Vinyl Collector
- Naked
- Wounds: 2
- An Arm And A Blade (blunted, bloodstained)
- A Word: HUNGER
- A Word: CHAOS
- A Weapon: Explosive Cysts
- Rat Pantheon: Disliked
- Traces of Mischief: Mouthful of Blackness
- Traces of Mischief: Loosened Smile
- 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
- 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: the Crossroads
- The Impromptu Prophecy: the Sensible Solution
- Sweet Little Children: Happiness
Jack Daniels, Karate Man
- Voluntarily Naked
- Traces of Mischief: A Bisected Left Kidney
- Uncoupled: Strength
- Wooden Door (held)
- The Majordomo: ?
- 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
- Travels In The Fourth Dimension: Sunday ± 2 Days
- The Impromptu Prophecy: There's A Mountain Higher Than We Knew
- The Voracious Dark: Three 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: Saturday, July 24th, 409 S.D.
- The Majordomo: A Fresh-Faced Lunatic
- The Good Doctor: House Call
- The Queen's Guard: Okayed by the Queen
- The New Queen: Within the Margin of Sanity
- Tower of the Mind: A Perplexing Show
- Body Count: 1
- Army of the New State: 455 Stout Strangers
Oscar Wilde, Chemistry Teacher
- Naked
- Wounds: 1
- Burlap Foot Wrappings (worn)
- Burlap Hand Wrappings (worn)
- Blue Shards of a Probable Bottle
- Blue Glass Shiv
- A Wealth of Burlap Ribbons
- An Obsolete Class: the Silent Wing
- The Voracious Dark: the Threshold