Post by Relsialle on Feb 16, 2016 6:12:59 GMT
Availability: Open (2 slots)...If there are no takers I will reply to myself every 24 hours but will leave the thread open until those slots are filled. Location: Far outside the outer dungeon safe room, first level. Mid-day, however the sunlight that painted the land just outside the walls of the dungeon did little to penetrate the dark recesses of the caverns. It was dank, dark, moldy, just what you would expect from a place that was solely designed to kill unsuspecting players. Relsialle seemed to enjoy the solitude of the dungeon now that the boss room had been located, the raiding parties now wholly focused on pushing the game forward instead of looking for any content that was left hidden from plain view. It allowed her to think on all that she had experienced thus far being trapped in such a foreign and now strangely familiar world. The path was dimly lit as she ambled along, the rocker’s boots scraping slightly against the wet, rough stone of the floor, the moisture gathering in low spots to form small puddles of water and other cloudy unknown liquids. Her hand was placed on her dagger, her belt hanging the weapon low enough that the scabbard danced softly on her outer thigh, the Irishwoman almost walking like a gunman off of an old western in her worn newbie armor, the metal tip of the sheath rapping softly on the buckle of her leather pants. The torches glowed softly, the noises of the monsters close by long silenced by the first of the clearing parties, the voices of the players that had ended their presences long gone themselves either by moving on, or disappearing into the blank space of deadly deletion. The thief shook her head free of the thought as she moved along quietly...several minutes soon turning into several hours, her sea-blue eyes glowing softly with the ethereal torch light as she passed by the occasional black iron sconce that was bolted into the wall…the fainted trace of rust from the humidity on their fittings. “Here we are” The girl mused in her heavy accent, finally stepping in front of a large black door, pulling up her map menu just to verify that she had found her way through the vexing labyrinth. The large door was bolted shut, the heavy wood dyed black with some unknown method, the faint fading of the paint giving it a red hue…one can only guess as to its origins just from that simple detail. The heavy lock on the front remained untouched as far as the pink-haired rocker could tell, a light layer of dust and oxidation covering its tar blackened surface. Her imagination raced as she played with the lock, her map dismissed with a flick of her thin wrist, a thin needle dart appearing in her hand as she brought the heavy lock to her ear…stooping her body down slightly to get a better angle on it as she tinkered with the machine. It took several seconds, the improvised pick flickering at the heavy pins of the mechanism until each one shifted into position with a sharp click. The heavy lock fell away as the final pin snapped into its home in the iron casing, the rusted bar sliding out of the way with a bit of work from the subtle manipulator, the heavy metal falling to the ground with a thick clang. Relsialle grinned as her efforts paid off, the door finally free for the first time to glide on its ancient hinge. The girl stooped down slightly just as the massive door swung open, her avatar fading from view as her stealth engaged out of precaution…The stealth talent had become her trademark of sorts at least on the first floor, a staple of her encounters and numerous combats that had kept her away from both the prying eyes of players and unwelcome NPCs alike (law and monsters) and this time was no different. Her boot skidded softly as she took her first light-footed step through the threshold, a unlit torch coming to life on the far wall away from her…creatures now heard in the far off distance, the signal of unexplored territory… |
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