Tough Bread 2.0
- Thread starter Creed101
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So we get to the door and notice it’s locked so i easily pick it and we open it.
The treasury of a castle is usually its most secure room, and this one is no exception. With a single entrance guarded day and night and with no windows or other portals allowing one into the interior chamber, this is where the majority of the household’s wealth is kept under lock and key. Iron strongboxes fastened with no-nonsense padlocks represent both a stern challenge as well as incredible temptation to any would-be thief worth their salt.
But this is no match for the brains of Herman! @Radiation
I asked Herman if he was ready as we proceeded through the dank underground tunnel. He said he could blow through anything or anyone with his MiniBlowtorch 3000. We then reached the end of the tunnel and found a very sturdy looking iron door. We couldn't have easily gotten past this. "They wouldn't have just left it unlocked... would they?"
You know your Herman.
So it wasn’t as easy as they thought we see the walls starting to cave in with spikes like in an Indiana Jones Movie thankfully i hit the switch with a Baseball and stops. We make it to the next room and a nail grazes Herman in the leg.
So me and Herman got to the ”Dough” at last!!!!
Heaps of coins, speckled with colourful gems and studded with beautiful trinkets, rise and fall like dunes in a desert. Chests, barrels, and coffers lie half-buried in the treasure, like sunken ships swallowed by sand on the sea floor. Forget ransoming kings, wealth such as this could buy their kingdoms. But there, in the shadows, at the very edge of a high ledge, sits a treasure chest burst open, its contents spilled around it like the gore of a fallen foe, yet something red pools on the cracked stone around the chest.
It’s super shiny and me and @Radiation Herman DASH FOR IT!!!!
Your gaze is caught by a gleam in the shadows, and your eyes widen at the sight before you. A heap of glittering coins spills out from a broken bag like the fruits of a cornucopia. Blackened silver coins and greened copper do nothing to dull the glory of the gold. It’s no wonder the heavy load broke the seams of the sack, but who would leave such wealth lying in a pile on the ground? Even the most primal dragons take great pride in their home. The hoard must be worth tens of thousands. Reaching the chest it appears mundane, crafted of simple wooden planks and banded with iron. The wood shows its age, graying and somewhat brittle to the touch. You reach cautiously forward to lift the lid, but stop suddenly as the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Panic grips your gut as you notice something—dried blood, just to the left of the chest’s lock. There’s a whirring click, and your mind races to process the sudden pain that lances through the palm of your hand. As quickly as the hidden needle stabbed outward, it retracts with a snap, leaving your hand bloody. You grimace, and an abrupt fatigue overtakes you. Your vision begins to swim.
We finally did it got the treasure but now we need to make it out alive. @Radiation
Herman was too hasty to grab the treasure. It seemed he had been injected with some sort of drug. Then, I heard the sound of around ten people heading towards the treasure chamber. Since Herman was already passing out, I realized that if I tried to rescue him both of us would die. So I began to make my escape. In a panic, I noticed that the doorway we entered through was blocked off... so I hid in a convenient utility closet.
Slinking as stealthily as a spider, @Creed101 inches along the rafters, with both hands and feet grasping the wood beams. His form is hidden in the shadows, the light of torches, moon, and stars unable to reach me. He watches and waits, patience and silence now key.
@Radiation hides in a barrel tucked in the corner of the closet. The reek of stale beer makes his eyes water as he crouch in the damp, old barrel. His legs began to burn with exertion — perhaps his body trying to tell him this was a poor hiding spot. Trying to take small, shallow breaths to keep the fetid, stagnant air out of his lungs. He must stay in here until my patrol have given up, or He'll have more to worry about than sore legs.
I dart for cover. I wait a second. Then I look for an opportunity to move to a different position while staying hidden. If I remain unseen, I can keep hiding or emerge where no one is looking.
@Radiation hides in a barrel tucked in the corner of the closet. The reek of stale beer makes his eyes water as he crouch in the damp, old barrel. His legs began to burn with exertion — perhaps his body trying to tell him this was a poor hiding spot. Trying to take small, shallow breaths to keep the fetid, stagnant air out of his lungs. He must stay in here until my patrol have given up, or He'll have more to worry about than sore legs.
I dart for cover. I wait a second. Then I look for an opportunity to move to a different position while staying hidden. If I remain unseen, I can keep hiding or emerge where no one is looking.
Like an ominous, roiling fog on a stormy sea, the Dread Shadow appears as pale as a dead man's flesh, his eyes two abyssal pools, promising a slow, painful death to any who cross him or get in his way. The pirate walks as if in shadow, his dark attire black as a moonless night. With a casual flick of his wrist he calls the darkness to him, bending it to his will as he wields shadows like forged steel.
Silently creeping from our hiding spots we gather near the door. Quickly I pull the from my backpack a slender tube. Mind-bending symbols cover this scroll case in shimmering golden runes which seem to dance and shift in the light. Polished lavender gems cap the tube at each end, and a fine leather strap is strung between them on gleaming buckles. From the tube I pull the parchment quietly unrolling in. The worn, yellowed parchment smells like an ancient library, and strange symbols cover the page like a maddening puzzle. The scroll is bordered by delicate floral wreaths, which shimmer with flakes of gold leaf despite its age. My fingers tingle as I hold the scroll and feel the magical energy roiling within—waiting to be released. The script burns brightly then fades to a warm glow, like the embers of a dying fire, softly illuminating the scroll.
In one instant, you perceive your surroundings; the next, you peer through space and reality to see our destination. Suddenly overtaken by a strange, invasive feeling—like being grabbed from behind. Before we can make any sense of it, our surroundings blur, and with a strange droning hum, find ourselves hurtling through the cosmos, yanked through time and space against our will to . . . somewhere else.
Silently creeping from our hiding spots we gather near the door. Quickly I pull the from my backpack a slender tube. Mind-bending symbols cover this scroll case in shimmering golden runes which seem to dance and shift in the light. Polished lavender gems cap the tube at each end, and a fine leather strap is strung between them on gleaming buckles. From the tube I pull the parchment quietly unrolling in. The worn, yellowed parchment smells like an ancient library, and strange symbols cover the page like a maddening puzzle. The scroll is bordered by delicate floral wreaths, which shimmer with flakes of gold leaf despite its age. My fingers tingle as I hold the scroll and feel the magical energy roiling within—waiting to be released. The script burns brightly then fades to a warm glow, like the embers of a dying fire, softly illuminating the scroll.
In one instant, you perceive your surroundings; the next, you peer through space and reality to see our destination. Suddenly overtaken by a strange, invasive feeling—like being grabbed from behind. Before we can make any sense of it, our surroundings blur, and with a strange droning hum, find ourselves hurtling through the cosmos, yanked through time and space against our will to . . . somewhere else.
The Dread sShadow.
…out of this world let me take you now - the "Dread Shadow" whispered from behind.
Take this chance or lose it for the eternity.
Woods there look beautiful contrasted with the setting darkness and as one looks out into the depths of the trees, the feeling to stay a little longer is evident.
No one there turns off the lights as they want to see the Spring inside your eyes... let me take you all and you will see.
However there are things we're bound to do and much distance to cover before we can relax for the trip.
…out of this world let me take you now - the "Dread Shadow" whispered from behind.
Take this chance or lose it for the eternity.
Woods there look beautiful contrasted with the setting darkness and as one looks out into the depths of the trees, the feeling to stay a little longer is evident.
No one there turns off the lights as they want to see the Spring inside your eyes... let me take you all and you will see.
However there are things we're bound to do and much distance to cover before we can relax for the trip.
The shadowy skull dissipates and its ichor spreads, the darkness so absolute that it seems to drink in the light around it. Trees topple, plants wither, and all around us, dust and ash swirl. Shadowy hands emerge from the portal, grasping rocks as they heave themselves forward to slither across the landscape like hungering beasts, eager to drown the light.
The surrounding night breathes as a towering, vaguely humanoid shape detaches itself from the shadows. The creature strides forward on lanky legs, with wicked and clawed forelimbs, long, dragging along the ground. Shadows waft from it like wisps of smoke, and though corporeal, its gaunt and hairless frame appears composed of the same shadow like flames wafting from it. Ram-like horns curve fiendishly from the thing’s sloped forehead, and its sunken eyes suddenly alight with a ghostly vapor.
The surrounding night breathes as a towering, vaguely humanoid shape detaches itself from the shadows. The creature strides forward on lanky legs, with wicked and clawed forelimbs, long, dragging along the ground. Shadows waft from it like wisps of smoke, and though corporeal, its gaunt and hairless frame appears composed of the same shadow like flames wafting from it. Ram-like horns curve fiendishly from the thing’s sloped forehead, and its sunken eyes suddenly alight with a ghostly vapor.
"Bring along your Mulberry Silk Pillowcase" - said the Shadow, cause we about to dream everyone's dream.
This trip is "par excellence" a pleasure that lasts longer, much longer than he does...
The portal is now open!
Amid the infinitely greened hills, the rolling verdant hues that flow into gold, is the road. From there on the road stretches onward...
Oh, and mind that there is no road for those who still use automobiles.
Now, Lets make haste, with burning desire until our soul ignites to fire...
This trip is "par excellence" a pleasure that lasts longer, much longer than he does...
The portal is now open!
Amid the infinitely greened hills, the rolling verdant hues that flow into gold, is the road. From there on the road stretches onward...
Oh, and mind that there is no road for those who still use automobiles.
Now, Lets make haste, with burning desire until our soul ignites to fire...
As we travel over the sprawling plains—through a sea of hip-deep grass—we pick your way over the hills, following deer trails and bear paths as we find them. We only rest twice in the shade of a tree and enjoy a meager meal of trail rations. We press on, despite our weariness. The travel is hard, but finally, as the sun dips behind the distant hills, we find our objective.
The leviathan mass of earth and stone looms high above, eclipsing the sun as it passes overhead. The walls, parapets, and turrets of a fortified castle rise from the floating landmass, evoking the image of a stone fortress yanked from its foundations like a weed from a garden. The shadow of the floating castle travels across the landscape.
The leviathan mass of earth and stone looms high above, eclipsing the sun as it passes overhead. The walls, parapets, and turrets of a fortified castle rise from the floating landmass, evoking the image of a stone fortress yanked from its foundations like a weed from a garden. The shadow of the floating castle travels across the landscape.