Re: Epic Clash Round 1 - Dungeon of the Crimson Fish
02-13-2010, 09:51 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pinary.
After several minutes, the rumbling died away. Reaching out, Greg felt a thick layer of rocks above him, several feet deep in places. There were a lot of rocks, and more than a few were moving on their own.
Right. Well, now that it's mostly stable, we're going to have to extricate ourselves as quickly as possible.
Wait, why do we have to get out?, Eric asked, Why not just stay here until the end of the round?
Well, you've got plenty of skill in moving air, but I doubt you're capable of turning carbon dioxide into breathable oxygen.
Really, this pile is airtight?
Melting ice turns to water, and water mixes with dirt to form mud. I've actually stopped holding up the dome because it's structurally sound enough to be self-supporting.
Bern spoke up. Wait, then how will we get out if it's so strong?
I would have thought that obvious- we dig.
A surprisingly short time later, Thomas pulled himself out of a hole in the rubble and sat down on one side, breathing heavily. After a moment, though, he jerked up, actually seeing the room for the first time.
The far wall of the cave was covered in steampunkish machinery, complete with valves, gauges, and levers. It looked quite elegant, and it must've taken quite the skill set to construct it.
It had only taken a moderately-sized boulder to disable it, though. A fair number of pipes were bent, and a few were broken and leaking steam into the air. The two large turbines near the middle were still, and all the gauges were sitting at zero.
Greg looked up at the hole in the ceiling, which was the only way in or out of the cave. Well, he thought, up for some climbing, Walt?
Oh yeah, he said, that's like ten meters of rocky wall, piece of cake.
Get to it then, Bern thought.
Thomas blinked, then began clambering adeptly up the wall.
After several minutes, the rumbling died away. Reaching out, Greg felt a thick layer of rocks above him, several feet deep in places. There were a lot of rocks, and more than a few were moving on their own.
Right. Well, now that it's mostly stable, we're going to have to extricate ourselves as quickly as possible.
Wait, why do we have to get out?, Eric asked, Why not just stay here until the end of the round?
Well, you've got plenty of skill in moving air, but I doubt you're capable of turning carbon dioxide into breathable oxygen.
Really, this pile is airtight?
Melting ice turns to water, and water mixes with dirt to form mud. I've actually stopped holding up the dome because it's structurally sound enough to be self-supporting.
Bern spoke up. Wait, then how will we get out if it's so strong?
I would have thought that obvious- we dig.
A surprisingly short time later, Thomas pulled himself out of a hole in the rubble and sat down on one side, breathing heavily. After a moment, though, he jerked up, actually seeing the room for the first time.
The far wall of the cave was covered in steampunkish machinery, complete with valves, gauges, and levers. It looked quite elegant, and it must've taken quite the skill set to construct it.
It had only taken a moderately-sized boulder to disable it, though. A fair number of pipes were bent, and a few were broken and leaking steam into the air. The two large turbines near the middle were still, and all the gauges were sitting at zero.
Greg looked up at the hole in the ceiling, which was the only way in or out of the cave. Well, he thought, up for some climbing, Walt?
Oh yeah, he said, that's like ten meters of rocky wall, piece of cake.
Get to it then, Bern thought.
Thomas blinked, then began clambering adeptly up the wall.