FINAL INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

FINAL INVESTIGATION

[It is time.

The chill which had come from the now-open, unnumbered room has now begun to seep into the rest of the Depths. It seems to call to the Titled, beckoning them to come forward and to face whatever is now beyond that door.

Fie and Rubedo were right - that room was, indeed, the exit to the Depths. And at the end of the staircase is a door, which the Skeleton Key can very easily open. A few seconds later, the door at the top of the stairs opens.

And the city within the cave below is revealed to them, as they stand on a platform high above the ground.



The ruin still looks as new as it did the day it was built. The air here is cold mountain air, though the only light seems to come from one massive building carved into the very rock of the cave. There is nothing coming from the mouth of the cave save for snow.

On the door they just came through is a single parchment of paper which reads "LEINALZIND OUTER DISTRICT." Each building, they will find, is labelled similarly. Which means there is only one conclusion.

Welcome to the city of Leinalzind, Titled. And good luck, teams.

You will need it.]

Comments

[poorlovefool]

[Now that he's puzzled thoroughly over these weird ass pamphlets, Eric makes his way past 6 (he'll still avoid investigating with the brat if he can help it) and up to 7.]

What the hell is a Sapiarch anyway...

[Because he does not know, he will flagrantly ignore the warning and break in. So what the hell is a Sapiarch based on the contents of this room?]

[strangerpeople]

[Someone very important. If the Intercessor's rooms were nice, befitting the fact they were a ruler, these rooms are practically ostentatious. The best bedding, the best tapestries, fresh food, nice cushions for the stone seats, the works. There's also a drab brown flag with a weird star in the middle hanging over the bed, too.

Anyways, there's also some kind of weapon on the bed.]

[poorlovefool]

[OK wait a minute with that weapon shit, the food is FRESH?? What kind of snacks can we steal if we yolo, starvation is a very real thing even if that burger in the dining room was rank]

[strangerpeople]

[Fresh fruits and some salted - but still fresh - meat. Jerky, too. It's all in barrels and delicious.]

[poorlovefool]

Finally!

[Then Eric is taking a snack break. Others may feel free to join him.]

[carries_war]

[Bork bork! Grrrr. Have a doge running up and acting like it's your fault the food he smells isn't already in his mouth. The person on the other end of the leash, at least, is more reasonable?]

Woah, is that what it smells like?

[poorlovefool]

Mmhmm! [The best he can answer right now between shut lips - it's not in Sisi's mouth because it's in Eric's mouth. It's been a week since he's had meat so the taste has left him without a care in the world for this brief moment. He swallows, surrounded by sparkles.]

It's good... Who's a good boy? [Sisi is, so he'll take something out of the barrel for him, yay]

[carries_war]

[Bork bork! Sisi grabs the offered food and runs off to eat as Jr. walks up and looks into the barrel, before reaching in and grabbing something. Don't mind him talking with his mouth full, food that isn't people!]

Damn, forget what I found, this is the most important discovery here!

[poorlovefool]

[He does not mind, honestly, he would've done the same thing if he had had to answer a question any more complicated than yes or no. So he'll stuff another piece of jerky in his mouth and talk around it.]

Right? Finally having some real food, that's better than any stupid old pamphlet.

[carries_war]

Or design notes in a language I can't even read.

[Yeah, he's...he's stuffing about as much food as will fit into his mouth. How is he even talking around that at all?]

Fould pro'y dake a 'ook a' i' 'ader, fough.

not here

[zephyranthe]

[you fuckers better save some for team A]

[poorlovefool]

[sends a Gabletter to Team A to tell them food is here]

LATER, AFTER THE SNACK BREAK:

[poorlovefool]

[That was refreshing, now what's up with this weapon]

Re: LATER, AFTER THE SNACK BREAK:

[strangerpeople]

[Its a golden bow that seems to glow with the very light of the sun. Not blindingly so, but it feels warm and comforting.]

[poorlovefool]

[Warm and ... comforting?

Odd properties for a weapon to have, aren't they?

He picks it up in one hand, makes some sparkles in another, comparing the properties of his own light to it and looking it over curiously for any other details.]

[strangerpeople]

[It is beautiful. It also seems to have two quivers of arrows to accompany it.

Inspect?]

[poorlovefool]

[You know it. Are they also glowy and comforting?!]

[strangerpeople]

[Only one of the quivers has arrows like that.

The other quiver is...well. The arrows are dark, red, and feel otherwise cursed and foreboding. That particular quiver is also almost empty.]

[poorlovefool]

[Okay then! We have the sparkle arrows and the darkle arrows. How many darkle arrows are left exactly? And ... is there anything around to shoot with these?]

[strangerpeople]

[There's several dozen sparkle and maybe two darkle.

There is plenty to shoot at, but maybe look around and see what else you find before you start shooting arrows of unknown origin? You could put someone's eye out on accident!]

[poorlovefool]

[Someone? Like who? Was this someone just tapping their foot in the corner while he and Jr ate their food? Eric's trigger happy, don't test him!!

For now he's going to pick up a sparkle arrow and touch its tip to a darkle arrow's tip to see if they corrupt each other or something. Because he wants to take these with him and it'd be more convenient if he could just dump the darkle in with the sparkle.]

[strangerpeople]

[Uh.

The darkle starts to corrupt the sparkle, darkening and reddening it.]

[poorlovefool]

[Well. At least that confirms why they're being kept in different quivers.... and if they need more darkles they will have a way?! He's just gonna put this in the dark quiver then.

He will put some serious thought into the handling of these arrows later when he takes them, but for now let's look around the rest of the room. He'll rummage around the bed and cushions and take a glance at that flag.]

[strangerpeople]

[There is a diary under the pillows.]

[poorlovefool]

[Oh, huh. He never had a sister to annoyingly snoop through the diary of... even though it's hidden just like that, he probably shouldn't get that sense from the owner of a room like this anyway.

So, first, whose name is on this diary? Just so he knows whose wrath he may invoke.]