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Post by Robin on May 26, 2012 14:43:46 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Below Ground.] *Robin is standing in the Sewers of Goth. The water is green, the torches are green, the lichen growing on the ceiling is green. But the rough stone making up the dungeon is decidedly grey, verging on black.* Where... where.... *He takes a deep breath.* Where am I?
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Post by Shadow on May 26, 2012 16:19:22 GMT
*Shadow makes no hesitation in following him through.*
So what have yo- WHOA!
*Shadow looks down the murky sewers in astonishment.*
This...this...
...is pretty cool!
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Post by Shadow on May 26, 2012 19:34:35 GMT
*Shadow quickly remembers a question that Robin asked her that she didn't answer.*
Oh yeah, and just changing the subject for a second, as for how I got into the tunnel back then, well me and some kid found this well, dislodged a couple of stones and then I jumped in.*
*She suddenly notices bits of blood on Robin's clothes.*
Oh...did I hit you with some of the stones? Oops, my bad!
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Post by Robin on May 27, 2012 22:55:27 GMT
*Robin makes an irritated movement with his hands, as if to brush a fly away.*
It's nothing, it's... well, it's something, but I've had worse.
*He pauses.*
In the last 24 hours.
*A vision of firing an arrow with a bag of water attached into the mouth of a demon comes to mind. He shivers and puts it to the back of his mind.*
Where exactly are we, anyway? I mean, clearly we're still in the Dungeon. But this is more... well... more tidy than what I've seen so far. Less natural, too. It's clearly been constructed by someone... but who?
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Post by Shadow on May 28, 2012 8:08:06 GMT
More tidy?! It looks like a bloody sewer!
*As Shadow looks around, she starts to feel that something is missing.*
(whispering to herself) Hang on...shouldn't there be a boat here?
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Post by Robin on May 29, 2012 10:38:57 GMT
It is a sewer. But sewers are man-made... and that means that either we're near civilisation... or near the surface. And let's hope so. I'm fed up with being underground...There has to be a way through... I'm not averse to swimming for a purpose (OOC: like here) ... but this... well, this green stuff... doesn't look appetising. I'd rather... well, do something else. Any ideas? *He looks around, nonplussed, while Shadow appears, once again, to be lost in her own thoughts.*
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Post by Shadow on May 29, 2012 15:26:03 GMT
*Before Shadow can suggest something, she suddenly feels a burning sensation on the back of her neck, underneath her choker. She feels the burning spot with her hand.*
Already?! Wow, this year went by quicker than I thought.
*It hurts quite a bit, so Shadow can't help but whimper and moan for a few seconds. As soon as the burning goes down, she turns to see Robin looking puzzled at her.*
I do apologize. That...scene just means it's my birthday today.
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Post by Robin on May 29, 2012 18:05:16 GMT
Scene?
*He pauses.*
Hang on... it's your birthday? I'd say many happy returns, but do you really think this is the time and the place to...?
*He cuts himself off.*
How did you know that anyway?
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Post by Shadow on May 29, 2012 18:08:18 GMT
I'll show you, but you have to come a bit closer.
*Shadow fiddles for a bit and removes her black choker. As if it's been tattooed there, a number '14' is clearly visible on the back of her neck.*
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Post by Robin on May 30, 2012 16:36:00 GMT
Fourteen?
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Post by Shadow on May 30, 2012 16:49:14 GMT
Mhmm. It obviously said '13' a few seconds ago, but once a year it changes.
*Out of small curiosity, Shadow walks around Robin and takes a close look at the back of his neck.*
You don't have it either. I must be the only one.
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Post by Robin on May 31, 2012 20:40:14 GMT
Oh! Oh! No, no, I don't have such a mark.
*Robin self-consciously rubs the back of his neck. Realising he's meant to keep the conversation going, he forces himself into a casual tone.*
So... any ideas where we go?
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Post by Shadow on May 31, 2012 20:43:09 GMT
Umm...no?
W-well I guess we could look around, you know, to see if they're any hidden doors or anything. It's just a suggestion though.
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Post by Shadow on Jun 4, 2012 21:19:39 GMT
*Whilst waiting for a responce from Robin, Shadow takes a fresh humbug out of her pocket and starts sucking it.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jun 5, 2012 12:18:51 GMT
[OOC: I think it's time to blend a couple of my favourite topics: retcon and...]
*No one is entirely sure how the Sewers of Goth came to be. According to one story that has yet to be discredited by the Wizards' Guild, a rowdy tavern or other discerning audiences, it began at the end of the Sixth Phase of Adventuring, when a dead red dragon landed on Mount Fear and, among other problems, voided its bowels. As the Opposition regrouped, recharged and partook of the strongest smelling salts that ill-gotten money could buy, it was forced to confront the issue of that which issued. To take one example, the goblin pens had never been properly cleaned - yes, the inhabitants did have merdivorous tendencies, but that was at best a temporary solution - and the accumulation of excrement made the Augean Stables look like long-term constipation. To truly come back bolder and better equipped, Lord Fear knew that an answer was needed.
That answer, so the story goes, was provided by the underground tunnel network beneath the Citadel of Goth. Once Lord Fear had evicted the previous tenants and totally redecorated the famous Dark Grey Tower of Goth, he converted the tunnels into functioning sewers. At the same time, he realised that a large scale plumbing initiative, not to mention toilet training for all his minions, was impractical. So he blanketed all creatures that served under him with an enduring charm to ensure that upon relieving themselves, wherever they were, their waste would be transported to the Sewers with scarcely more ceremony than a pop. [OOC: This idea owes something to 'Road To The Multiverse'.] If Robin and Shadow are among those who have heard this tale, and believe it, then they should not be surprised to catch sight of poo and wee intermittently appearing out of thin air and plopping into the murky green depths.
But a question remains: why don't the Sewers of Goth stink to low Hades? For his sanity, Lord Fear addressed that with a spell too. Unfortunately for those with high magic, they are immune to this spell. Hence why, during the Seventh Phase, Greystagg was struck by the stench of sewage while her dungeoneer companion Barried on regardless.*
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