RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-15-2017, 07:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-18-2017, 07:05 AM by Pharmacy.)
Vocifer Vox squinted at the beginning of “the Gauntlet.” It was a perfectly innocuous-looking corridor leading to a void sheathed by magical darkness. It had no out-of-ordinary magical signature or even a speck of blood. Vocifer Vox sniffed at it suspiciously.
“What’s the matter, big boy?” Tittifer called out. The crowd surged behind her, eager for violent entertainment. “Scared of the dark?”
“Vocifer Vox is deeply suspicious of this entrance,” the dragon-man huffed. “Vocifer Vox knows that empty rooms always contain something hidden and unpleasant. It is simply a fact of life.”
“Ugh, ex-adventurers," the succubus turned to someone else. "Send in…the Orb.”
Vocifer Vox growled. He had enough of the doublespeak and innuendos of Butterflies. Just when he was about to question what exactly on this good and dragon-y world is “the Orb,” a distant grinding of gears answered his questions. A globe of absolute blackness dropped noiselessly to the ground, a good dozen feet away. Vocifer cocked his head, wondering what the fresh hell was this. He made his check.
It was a fucking Sphere of Annihilation. And it was rolling towards him. Vocifer shrieked like a kobold.
Vocifer plunged into the absolute darkness, where he couldn’t even see his own hands. The hallways were small; the walls grazed his shoulders. He ran through and set off spike traps, scythe traps, guillotine traps, arrow traps, pit traps, tourist traps, glue traps, gravity traps, reverse gravity traps, symbol traps, bear traps, owlbear traps, collapsing stairs traps, snare traps, boulder traps, mimic traps, and other creatively painful roadblocks. Roadblocks that can conceived only by the most twisted and bored of casters. It was miserable.
Fortunately, Vocifer had adventured in dungeons just as sadistic as “the Gauntlet” – if not more so – and poisons/diseases are pretty much garbage to his DRACONIC CONSTITUTION. Still, he got pretty dinged up in the process. Vocifer Vox pulled himself from an Olympic-sized pool of tapioca pudding, somehow magically enhanced to do acid damage. He splorched on the ground and laid still, groaning like a beached kraken. Only more cooler and sexier (he hoped).
“It seems you survived,” Tittifer sneered. “How vulgar.”
“Vocifer Vox is too old for this shit,” the dragon-man pulled a dire-piranha away from his crotch. “Did Vocifer Vox pass?”
“In a sense,” the succubus giggled. Vocifer found himself pulled up by the kyton twins and escorted somewhere else although only Tiamat knows where exactly. The possibility of challenges far more punishing and sadistic than the Gauntlet ran a chill up his mostly numb-spine. He couldn’t withstand any more tapioca.
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1) Vocifer passes “the Gauntlet.”
2) Where is the Butterfly Gang taking Vocifer Vox to?
“What’s the matter, big boy?” Tittifer called out. The crowd surged behind her, eager for violent entertainment. “Scared of the dark?”
“Vocifer Vox is deeply suspicious of this entrance,” the dragon-man huffed. “Vocifer Vox knows that empty rooms always contain something hidden and unpleasant. It is simply a fact of life.”
“Ugh, ex-adventurers," the succubus turned to someone else. "Send in…the Orb.”
Vocifer Vox growled. He had enough of the doublespeak and innuendos of Butterflies. Just when he was about to question what exactly on this good and dragon-y world is “the Orb,” a distant grinding of gears answered his questions. A globe of absolute blackness dropped noiselessly to the ground, a good dozen feet away. Vocifer cocked his head, wondering what the fresh hell was this. He made his check.
It was a fucking Sphere of Annihilation. And it was rolling towards him. Vocifer shrieked like a kobold.
Vocifer plunged into the absolute darkness, where he couldn’t even see his own hands. The hallways were small; the walls grazed his shoulders. He ran through and set off spike traps, scythe traps, guillotine traps, arrow traps, pit traps, tourist traps, glue traps, gravity traps, reverse gravity traps, symbol traps, bear traps, owlbear traps, collapsing stairs traps, snare traps, boulder traps, mimic traps, and other creatively painful roadblocks. Roadblocks that can conceived only by the most twisted and bored of casters. It was miserable.
Fortunately, Vocifer had adventured in dungeons just as sadistic as “the Gauntlet” – if not more so – and poisons/diseases are pretty much garbage to his DRACONIC CONSTITUTION. Still, he got pretty dinged up in the process. Vocifer Vox pulled himself from an Olympic-sized pool of tapioca pudding, somehow magically enhanced to do acid damage. He splorched on the ground and laid still, groaning like a beached kraken. Only more cooler and sexier (he hoped).
“It seems you survived,” Tittifer sneered. “How vulgar.”
“Vocifer Vox is too old for this shit,” the dragon-man pulled a dire-piranha away from his crotch. “Did Vocifer Vox pass?”
“In a sense,” the succubus giggled. Vocifer found himself pulled up by the kyton twins and escorted somewhere else although only Tiamat knows where exactly. The possibility of challenges far more punishing and sadistic than the Gauntlet ran a chill up his mostly numb-spine. He couldn’t withstand any more tapioca.
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1) Vocifer passes “the Gauntlet.”
2) Where is the Butterfly Gang taking Vocifer Vox to?