RE: Swamped
05-29-2021, 03:14 AM
"The shapes are odd, but they all have a thin side and a thick side," you say. "And if you follow the direction the thin side is on, it leads to another symbol. It's a trail, just like the visible map... And here's where it ends."
You point at a particular symbol, then glance at Drip.
"I do not recognize the location at a glance. All I can say is that it is not a church of Nual."
"I don't recognize that place off the top of my head either - it's a part of town I don't spend much time in," Arlene adds.
"Wherever it is, the symbol might be pointing somewhere else," Marian says, looking over the map. "It fits the same pattern as the others... thick side and thin side. Then again, how would we know how far to follow it?"
"Well, we can just go there, poke around, and if we don't find anything, walk in a straight line," Arlene suggests. "I mean, does it really matter where it is?"
"Considering the locations we could identify were all burial sites, it might," you point out. "Whoever runs it might not be too happy with us poking around there..." You pause. "And we don't technically have permission to go poking around here, do we. Didn't think about that until now."
"As a priest of Nual, that is my responsibility to address," Drip says. "Do not worry yourselves about it. I am more concerned about the fact that we appear to be no closer to finding my fellow priests."
Yeah, you feel bad about that. And following this hidden map might not even help.
Well, hold on. The whole reason you knew the map was important was that poem Matilda left you with. And it hinted at the hidden map, too. You know it by heart, so you recite it to yourself in case there's some kind of clue you've overlooked.
You point at a particular symbol, then glance at Drip.
"I do not recognize the location at a glance. All I can say is that it is not a church of Nual."
"I don't recognize that place off the top of my head either - it's a part of town I don't spend much time in," Arlene adds.
"Wherever it is, the symbol might be pointing somewhere else," Marian says, looking over the map. "It fits the same pattern as the others... thick side and thin side. Then again, how would we know how far to follow it?"
"Well, we can just go there, poke around, and if we don't find anything, walk in a straight line," Arlene suggests. "I mean, does it really matter where it is?"
"Considering the locations we could identify were all burial sites, it might," you point out. "Whoever runs it might not be too happy with us poking around there..." You pause. "And we don't technically have permission to go poking around here, do we. Didn't think about that until now."
"As a priest of Nual, that is my responsibility to address," Drip says. "Do not worry yourselves about it. I am more concerned about the fact that we appear to be no closer to finding my fellow priests."
Yeah, you feel bad about that. And following this hidden map might not even help.
Well, hold on. The whole reason you knew the map was important was that poem Matilda left you with. And it hinted at the hidden map, too. You know it by heart, so you recite it to yourself in case there's some kind of clue you've overlooked.
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse