Post by Janeiro on Mar 1, 2016 14:04:46 GMT
Availability: Janeiro, Rue
Location: Deep inside the Floor 1 dungeon, an area with moving walls creating a confusing labyrinth and making maps useless, outside it is around dusk.
Janeiro hated her curiosity. Adventuring and exploring wasn't exciting. Most of the time it was tedious and exhausting, with a feeling of reward at the end creating the illusion that it was all worth it, but lingering only for a fraction of the time one had suffered before to achieve it. A while ago she had found a corridor not marked on her map. Nothing special about it, no monster, no red glowing warning coming from her passive Detection skill. So she went to see what was in there, happy that she might be the first one to discover what was in there. The deep grinding sounds in the distance should have alarmed her.
After going around a few corners, without finding anything, she got bored. In fact this part of the dungeon was surprisingly featureless. The walls and floor were of the same monotone grey, built of absolutely uniform tiles without a single flaw. The tile row in the center of each wall, the floor and the ceiling had white, dimly glowing lights every few yards. When Janeiro decided to go back, the corner she had went around just a minute ago did not exist anymore. She fell her throat contract and paced quickly to another crossing she remembered, only to find it altered. Janeiro did not like that at all. While she tried to find an exit her mind wandered off, thinking about the thousands of tons of earth applying pressure to the frail ceiling, ready to crush anyone within the dungeon without mercy at any time, and there was no way for her to escape. She felt as if there was barely any oxygen in the air. If at least there had been a quest, a monster, anything to show she was heading into the right direction. But the dungeon loved to mock her, chase her around, or see her sink against a wall, the only thing she could interact with being what she had in her inventory and monotonous grey walls, listening to the deep irregular sound of shifting walls in the distance. Calling for others and help, kicking walls in a rhythm, no response from anybody. She spent an eternity listening, checking different places repeatedly to find out a pattern yet her attempts remained futile.
Hours later Janeiro still trudged through the labyrinth. She had cried silently a while ago, but there was nobody to see her red eyes now anyway. Then, suddenly, her foot sank through the next tile she was stepping on. It sank through as if it was air, and her body quickly followed, falling through the illusion into darkness, feeling acceleration for a moment before hitting a hard surface, dropping her HP into the red and making a cracking sound. The game got rid of most of the pain, but one definitely could not say it was a pleasant experience to be hit by an enemy - or fall down several yards.
Janeiro sat up. It was completely dark. She felt a wall and while running her fingers over it determined it was probably the same as the labyrinth as her tips felt the joints between regular squared tiles. The floor though was different. It had cracked. When Janeiro placed her hand on the floor, cold crept through her fingers, up her arm. It was ice.
Location: Deep inside the Floor 1 dungeon, an area with moving walls creating a confusing labyrinth and making maps useless, outside it is around dusk.
Janeiro hated her curiosity. Adventuring and exploring wasn't exciting. Most of the time it was tedious and exhausting, with a feeling of reward at the end creating the illusion that it was all worth it, but lingering only for a fraction of the time one had suffered before to achieve it. A while ago she had found a corridor not marked on her map. Nothing special about it, no monster, no red glowing warning coming from her passive Detection skill. So she went to see what was in there, happy that she might be the first one to discover what was in there. The deep grinding sounds in the distance should have alarmed her.
After going around a few corners, without finding anything, she got bored. In fact this part of the dungeon was surprisingly featureless. The walls and floor were of the same monotone grey, built of absolutely uniform tiles without a single flaw. The tile row in the center of each wall, the floor and the ceiling had white, dimly glowing lights every few yards. When Janeiro decided to go back, the corner she had went around just a minute ago did not exist anymore. She fell her throat contract and paced quickly to another crossing she remembered, only to find it altered. Janeiro did not like that at all. While she tried to find an exit her mind wandered off, thinking about the thousands of tons of earth applying pressure to the frail ceiling, ready to crush anyone within the dungeon without mercy at any time, and there was no way for her to escape. She felt as if there was barely any oxygen in the air. If at least there had been a quest, a monster, anything to show she was heading into the right direction. But the dungeon loved to mock her, chase her around, or see her sink against a wall, the only thing she could interact with being what she had in her inventory and monotonous grey walls, listening to the deep irregular sound of shifting walls in the distance. Calling for others and help, kicking walls in a rhythm, no response from anybody. She spent an eternity listening, checking different places repeatedly to find out a pattern yet her attempts remained futile.
Hours later Janeiro still trudged through the labyrinth. She had cried silently a while ago, but there was nobody to see her red eyes now anyway. Then, suddenly, her foot sank through the next tile she was stepping on. It sank through as if it was air, and her body quickly followed, falling through the illusion into darkness, feeling acceleration for a moment before hitting a hard surface, dropping her HP into the red and making a cracking sound. The game got rid of most of the pain, but one definitely could not say it was a pleasant experience to be hit by an enemy - or fall down several yards.
Janeiro sat up. It was completely dark. She felt a wall and while running her fingers over it determined it was probably the same as the labyrinth as her tips felt the joints between regular squared tiles. The floor though was different. It had cracked. When Janeiro placed her hand on the floor, cold crept through her fingers, up her arm. It was ice.