08-19-2015, 10:24 PM
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As the last of the woman’s starry trail vanished, the temple once again trembled, another stone door grinding its way out of the path. Though the room they stood in was illuminated, none of the light seemed to make it very far into the next room. Choking darkness consumed it, devouring every spark of brightness like a demon licking blood from its fingers.
Pinocchio lifted his self-made torch to the doorway, his little wooden shoes still unmoving for their wearer’s trepidation. The torch cut a thin swath through the pitch, confirming that the darkness was not mystical in nature, but this somehow made it no less foreboding. “S-so who’s first?” the fake boy stammered.
Lyra snatched one of the torches from the wall and forged ahead, a halo of light surrounding her as she passed through the opening. Top Man knocked his head a few times, trying in vain to activate his flashlight before shrugging and snatching another torch, following after. “Out of the light and into the dark,” he uttered gloomily to his viewers. Raw Onion puffed out her chest and her little pony lips tightened as she boldly clopped forward.
Grobdum slunk up behind Pinocchio, using him as cover as he peered out into the bleakness of the space before them. Rolling his eyes Pinocchio sighed, his shoulders falling. “Come on,” he said apathetically, motioning forward and beginning to walk. The goblin tip-toed after him, sticking close to his puppet-shield as they advanced into the unknown.
“Hmmm,” Raw Onion hummed, squinting at the flickering shadows that danced over the embossed images on the walls, “I don’t think I like the feeling I’m getting here.” The images of spikes penetrating bodies, walls crushing bodies, water washing over bodies, blow-darts being shot into bodies, and a seemingly excessive number of skulls had been carved in relief, the blocky and intricate style of the Aztec writing seemingly the hallmark of the “artwork.”
Top Man scanned some similar workings on the other side of the room, “I’d have to agree with you there. Let’s figure this out so we can get the heck out of here.” The tiny hovering camera fluttered up and down, zooming in and out of each of the grotesque scenes, the viewers surely pleased with the probability of seeing something horrible happen during the feed.
“Well, um,” Lyra said, pondering over the space, “I don’t see a crack like in the other rooms. I don’t know where the door would be.”
With that, the party jumped at the sound of the doors grinding shut behind them. A collective confusion about whether or not they should retreat to the safety of the previous room or stay to the task at hand overwhelmed them, and a general clamor was heard as they rushed to the huge stone blocks, only to stop just in front of it and watch them slowly seal.
“Well, great. Now we’re stuck in here,” the Hyrule thief groaned, a look of defeat already on her face.
Fluttering her wings, the pony offered her chipper opinion, “Well at least there’s nothing trying to kill us!”
Another grinding sound filled the room, dust trickling down from the ceiling. It seemed as if the entire building was going to come down on top of them, and the sound of rushing water could be heard somewhere deep within the structure.
“You just had to say something, didn’t you!?” Tom Man snapped.
The sound of the rushing water got closer, almost deafening in volume, until it slammed into either side of the room with a thunderous crash. Water sprayed out of the various cracks and crannies where the walls didn’t quite meet with the floors or ceiling, and under the mighty pressure the enclosure slowly began to close in on them.
Grobdum went from a quiet terror and befuddlement to abject horror, throwing his hands in the air and screaming, sprinting in circles around the room. When finally his mind stopped and seized itself once again, he grabbed his staff and began to shake it violently, as if he could choke it into action. “Work! Work! WORK!!” he howled, lamenting his powerlessness.
A firm wooden hand slapped the greenskin and Pinocchio pointed a finger in his face, “Get a hold of yourself! We’ve got to figure out how to get the hell out of this death trap!”
“Ehhh,” the goblin nervously stammered, gently knocking himself on the head with his knuckles. “Yeah, yeah!” he finally exclaimed, a revelation seeming to strike. He rushed over to one of the walls, searching the bottom edge with his tiny beady eyes. “Aha!” he shouted, pointing to a small notch, spewing out a small stream of muddy river silt. Raising his staff up dramatically, he jammed it down into the notch, wedging it between the floor and the wall.
“What the heck are you doing!?” Pinocchio screamed, “That’ll never wor-“
The stone splintered the staff’s base, tiny fragments flying into the air. It seemed as through the staff would soon be consumed between the grating stones but, as if by magic, the wall stopped in its tracks. Grobdum’s eyes went wide, a ridiculous grin growing on his face as he lifted his fists triumphantly and did a little dance. “I got it ta work! I done stopped da wall from smashin’ us!”
Everyone stared, expression blank for the overwhelming weight of their confusion. “How did tha-“ Lyra began to ask, but he robot gingerly placed a steel finger on her lips.
“Shhhh… don’t even ask,” Top Man said softly, gently taking a step away.
Raw Onion’s voice broke the horrid silence that palled the air, “Hey, I think I found the exit!” It came from above them, leading their eyes to a square depression in the ceiling. “Yeah!” she confirmed, using her head to push open the gateway, “Come on! Let’s get the clop out of here!”
Without asking, Top Man grabbed the diminutive toy and hurled it up through the hole, the marionette screaming the whole way. Once Pinocchio poked his nose through the opening, Lyra shouted up, “Is it safe up there?”
“Uh… yes? I think so?” The wooden boy looked to his own nose to check if he was lying, and after a moment of doubt he nodded. “Yeah, I think it’s ok!”
“Ok,” Raw Onion huffed, and began to unclasp part of her barding, “Hold on to this!” She pushed a leather strap into his hand and unraveled the rest, leading it down to the group below. “Climb up, hurry!” she commanded. The rest of the party had little problem following her order, the frigid water already up to their ankles.
Grobdum was the last man standing in the slowly-flooding pit, barely holding his nose above the water. “Hurry up!” Top Man shouted down after him, “That staff shouldn’t have even lasted this long!”
The goblin snatched up the strap and began to climb. “Why ya tink dat? Is dat true!?” he asked with a genuinely fearful tone.
“Yeah! It doesn’t make any sense that your little wooden staff could hold back that huge stone wall!” the robot confirmed.
“Oh,” Grobdum said, a sudden realization rushing into him. At that very moment, the staff snapped and the wall once again began to creep forward. Grobdum’s eyes went wide as he frantically scurried up the makeshift rope, getting tangled halfway through. “No!” he screeched, “NOOO!” He jerked and tugged, his bitty limbs thrashing in psychotic fear but he was still unable to free himself.
“Everyone pull!” Pinocchio barked and several hands and one set of teeth sung into the chord. With a tug, they yanked the lightweight shaman through the opening just as the walls slammed together.
Quote:[/spoiler]Group 3
Grobdum, Lyra, Pinocchio, Raw Onion, Top Man
As the last of the woman’s starry trail vanished, the temple once again trembled, another stone door grinding its way out of the path. Though the room they stood in was illuminated, none of the light seemed to make it very far into the next room. Choking darkness consumed it, devouring every spark of brightness like a demon licking blood from its fingers.
Pinocchio lifted his self-made torch to the doorway, his little wooden shoes still unmoving for their wearer’s trepidation. The torch cut a thin swath through the pitch, confirming that the darkness was not mystical in nature, but this somehow made it no less foreboding. “S-so who’s first?” the fake boy stammered.
Lyra snatched one of the torches from the wall and forged ahead, a halo of light surrounding her as she passed through the opening. Top Man knocked his head a few times, trying in vain to activate his flashlight before shrugging and snatching another torch, following after. “Out of the light and into the dark,” he uttered gloomily to his viewers. Raw Onion puffed out her chest and her little pony lips tightened as she boldly clopped forward.
Grobdum slunk up behind Pinocchio, using him as cover as he peered out into the bleakness of the space before them. Rolling his eyes Pinocchio sighed, his shoulders falling. “Come on,” he said apathetically, motioning forward and beginning to walk. The goblin tip-toed after him, sticking close to his puppet-shield as they advanced into the unknown.
“Hmmm,” Raw Onion hummed, squinting at the flickering shadows that danced over the embossed images on the walls, “I don’t think I like the feeling I’m getting here.” The images of spikes penetrating bodies, walls crushing bodies, water washing over bodies, blow-darts being shot into bodies, and a seemingly excessive number of skulls had been carved in relief, the blocky and intricate style of the Aztec writing seemingly the hallmark of the “artwork.”
Top Man scanned some similar workings on the other side of the room, “I’d have to agree with you there. Let’s figure this out so we can get the heck out of here.” The tiny hovering camera fluttered up and down, zooming in and out of each of the grotesque scenes, the viewers surely pleased with the probability of seeing something horrible happen during the feed.
“Well, um,” Lyra said, pondering over the space, “I don’t see a crack like in the other rooms. I don’t know where the door would be.”
With that, the party jumped at the sound of the doors grinding shut behind them. A collective confusion about whether or not they should retreat to the safety of the previous room or stay to the task at hand overwhelmed them, and a general clamor was heard as they rushed to the huge stone blocks, only to stop just in front of it and watch them slowly seal.
“Well, great. Now we’re stuck in here,” the Hyrule thief groaned, a look of defeat already on her face.
Fluttering her wings, the pony offered her chipper opinion, “Well at least there’s nothing trying to kill us!”
Another grinding sound filled the room, dust trickling down from the ceiling. It seemed as if the entire building was going to come down on top of them, and the sound of rushing water could be heard somewhere deep within the structure.
“You just had to say something, didn’t you!?” Tom Man snapped.
The sound of the rushing water got closer, almost deafening in volume, until it slammed into either side of the room with a thunderous crash. Water sprayed out of the various cracks and crannies where the walls didn’t quite meet with the floors or ceiling, and under the mighty pressure the enclosure slowly began to close in on them.
Grobdum went from a quiet terror and befuddlement to abject horror, throwing his hands in the air and screaming, sprinting in circles around the room. When finally his mind stopped and seized itself once again, he grabbed his staff and began to shake it violently, as if he could choke it into action. “Work! Work! WORK!!” he howled, lamenting his powerlessness.
A firm wooden hand slapped the greenskin and Pinocchio pointed a finger in his face, “Get a hold of yourself! We’ve got to figure out how to get the hell out of this death trap!”
“Ehhh,” the goblin nervously stammered, gently knocking himself on the head with his knuckles. “Yeah, yeah!” he finally exclaimed, a revelation seeming to strike. He rushed over to one of the walls, searching the bottom edge with his tiny beady eyes. “Aha!” he shouted, pointing to a small notch, spewing out a small stream of muddy river silt. Raising his staff up dramatically, he jammed it down into the notch, wedging it between the floor and the wall.
“What the heck are you doing!?” Pinocchio screamed, “That’ll never wor-“
The stone splintered the staff’s base, tiny fragments flying into the air. It seemed as through the staff would soon be consumed between the grating stones but, as if by magic, the wall stopped in its tracks. Grobdum’s eyes went wide, a ridiculous grin growing on his face as he lifted his fists triumphantly and did a little dance. “I got it ta work! I done stopped da wall from smashin’ us!”
Everyone stared, expression blank for the overwhelming weight of their confusion. “How did tha-“ Lyra began to ask, but he robot gingerly placed a steel finger on her lips.
“Shhhh… don’t even ask,” Top Man said softly, gently taking a step away.
Raw Onion’s voice broke the horrid silence that palled the air, “Hey, I think I found the exit!” It came from above them, leading their eyes to a square depression in the ceiling. “Yeah!” she confirmed, using her head to push open the gateway, “Come on! Let’s get the clop out of here!”
Without asking, Top Man grabbed the diminutive toy and hurled it up through the hole, the marionette screaming the whole way. Once Pinocchio poked his nose through the opening, Lyra shouted up, “Is it safe up there?”
“Uh… yes? I think so?” The wooden boy looked to his own nose to check if he was lying, and after a moment of doubt he nodded. “Yeah, I think it’s ok!”
“Ok,” Raw Onion huffed, and began to unclasp part of her barding, “Hold on to this!” She pushed a leather strap into his hand and unraveled the rest, leading it down to the group below. “Climb up, hurry!” she commanded. The rest of the party had little problem following her order, the frigid water already up to their ankles.
Grobdum was the last man standing in the slowly-flooding pit, barely holding his nose above the water. “Hurry up!” Top Man shouted down after him, “That staff shouldn’t have even lasted this long!”
The goblin snatched up the strap and began to climb. “Why ya tink dat? Is dat true!?” he asked with a genuinely fearful tone.
“Yeah! It doesn’t make any sense that your little wooden staff could hold back that huge stone wall!” the robot confirmed.
“Oh,” Grobdum said, a sudden realization rushing into him. At that very moment, the staff snapped and the wall once again began to creep forward. Grobdum’s eyes went wide as he frantically scurried up the makeshift rope, getting tangled halfway through. “No!” he screeched, “NOOO!” He jerked and tugged, his bitty limbs thrashing in psychotic fear but he was still unable to free himself.
“Everyone pull!” Pinocchio barked and several hands and one set of teeth sung into the chord. With a tug, they yanked the lightweight shaman through the opening just as the walls slammed together.
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