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[Sosoku234]

   The policeman across the table from you looks down at a file he holds in his hands. He looked tired and surely was. It looked to be about three or four in the morning, so this man had left his house early for you, losing a lot of sleep.
   The table is an old wood table. It's about two and a half feet wide by nine feet long, standing at three feet tall with sturdily built legs. The wood makes a unique sound with the links of your bindings dragging across the surface. They had slapped not handcuffs, but half-inch thick lead gloves on you hands. They are linked together by thick chains wound through a slot of wood carved out of the table.
   The cop looks up at you with a look of tired dismay at the mountain of paperwork he'd have to do for you.
   "Alright. So, let's get started." He gently tosses the file down on the table. "I'm just gonna ask a couple of questions and then you can tell me what happened. Deal?"


Who are you?
What are you?
Where in the world were you born?
What is your hobby?
Your job?
What are you doing underground?
And what do you have in your pocket?

[Maximum Spin]

Who are you?

Hester Caprossi, of the Reno Caprossis.

What are you?

The current heiress of the Caprossi family fortune, and also of the ancient Egyptian Pharaonic lineage descended through the centuries from the god Horus.

Where in the world were you born?

Like all the heirs and potential heirs of your family, you were born in the hidden Temple of Isis your ancestors built in scenic Las Vegas.

What is your hobby?

Stage magician. Also, when necessary, real-life magician.

Your job?

Work? Caprossis don't work.

What are you doing underground?

Hunting the Wumpus.

And what do you have in your pocket?

The Wedjat Eye, an ancient protective amulet of the Caprossi family, which will always bring you good fortune as long as you hold it.

[Funk]

Who are you?
What are you?
Where in the world were you born?
What is your hobby?
Your job?
What are you doing underground?
And what do you have in your pocket?

Dorrathy smith.
Well i'm not an alien, im am a Reptilian but you see we just got well "collected" just before the rock hit.
On the moons of Lemuria.
Chess
Plumber wet work iss a specialty.
Cleaning outt the drains.
A stub nose revolver in .357 magum.

[10ebbor10]

Who are you?

Hester Caprossi, of the Reno Caprossis.

What are you?

The current heiress of the Caprossi family fortune, and also of the ancient Egyptian Pharaonic lineage descended through the centuries from the god Horus.

Where in the world were you born?

Like all the heirs and potential heirs of your family, you were born in the hidden Temple of Isis your ancestors built in scenic Las Vegas.

What is your hobby?

Stage magician. Also, when necessary, real-life magician.

Your job?

Work? Caprossis don't work.

What are you doing underground?

Hunting the Wumpus.

And what do you have in your pocket?

The Wedjat Eye, an ancient protective amulet of the Caprossi family, which will always bring you good fortune as long as you hold it.

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[Custom Critical]

Who are you?

Hester Caprossi, of the Reno Caprossis.

What are you?

The current heiress of the Caprossi family fortune, and also of the ancient Egyptian Pharaonic lineage descended through the centuries from the god Horus.

Where in the world were you born?

Like all the heirs and potential heirs of your family, you were born in the hidden Temple of Isis your ancestors built in scenic Las Vegas.

What is your hobby?

Stage magician. Also, when necessary, real-life magician.

Your job?

Work? Caprossis don't work.

What are you doing underground?

Hunting the Wumpus.

And what do you have in your pocket?

The Wedjat Eye, an ancient protective amulet of the Caprossi family, which will always bring you good fortune as long as you hold it.

+1

+1

[Sosoku234]

The policeman sighs a little too loud. "Okay, then. Let's sort this major Charlie Foxtrot out. Start from the beginning."

The beginning.

August 14, 20XX.
Las Vegas, NV

   You've just finished brightening the day of your subjects with dazzling displays of "stage" magic. And they'll come back. They always do. They'd do almost anything to see the great Hester Caprossi. But then again, who wouldn't?
   You head off to you dressing room to get back into normal clothes. As you near the room though you feel a slight tremor and hear a very slight groaning coming from the basement door a couple of rooms down.

[Gwolfski]

Oh this looks very nice.

[bloop_bleep]

Go to the basement, obviously.

[Funk]

Go to the basement, obviously.

+1 we have to get changed and then collect our pay check from the office before we leave.

[Sosoku234]

   "Right. Paycheck." You change and head up to the corporate lounge to talk to your employer. He's a short, portly man of around 50. He's got a wicked accent that screams 'I'm a mafia hitman.' His lounge is on the sixth floor of the building next to the theatre.
   Rapping you knuckles on his door, he yells "C'mon in. Ah. It's you 'your highness'", he says with a sneer. He throws a large and heavy envelope at you. "Here's for last month's performances. Now get out!"
Deciding you'd had enough of his hostility, you make up your mind to quit next week. Whatever.
   Back to the basement. After getting down the many stairwells to get to the basement level, you are faced with a door. An old peeling yellow door. Beyond it, there's a second rumble. Louder this time, even with the expected increase from the decreased distance from the source. It shakes the ground a bit more.

[bloop_bleep]

Go through the door.

[Gwolfski]

push the door open, then stand aside. if nothing bursts out, go in.

[S34N1C]

push the door open, then stand aside. if nothing bursts out, go in.

+1

[Funk]

push the door open, then stand aside. if nothing bursts out, go in.

+1

+1

[Sosoku234]

   Opening the door from the side, so the you are almost parallel to the opening, nothing spectacular happens. The rumblings get louder, as should be expected. There's a slight creaking sound that intertwines with the rumble.
   After a minute of waiting by the door, you step in. The light from the hallway illuminates the room down to what appears to be a bookshelf that is has toppled over by the shaking which can be better felt here. Where it once stood is a small tunnel leading in a generally downward direction. It is made of bricks. Down the tunnel you hear the stirrings of... Something. Something big.