Subject: A dungeoneer's tale
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Posted on: 2016-03-08 05:08:00 UTC
I was told there was a dungeon that needed exploring. I've been out here for days looking for this place, but there's nothing but more jungle in every direction. I'll give it one more day and then I'm out of here.
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I'm in a lot of pain after the fall. I was looking for a place to set up camp and the jungle floor gave way underneath my feet. I fell about 30 feet into a sitting room of some sort. I really didn't expect couches in a jungle dungeon, but I sure was glad to find this one when I landed on it. Someone has been here before, too. They left weirdly precognitive graffiti on the wall. It says. "Well hello there!" Kind of creepy. There's no climbing back up there, I guess I'll have to find another way.
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I came across the legendary Idol of Lonely Star. It's situated on top of a tower in the middle of a cave; an odd arrangement. Still, I thought it best to pay my respects with the traditional DawnFire/Pottery prayer. I was rewarded with the power of Inferno.
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I found a holy relic today. The Gauntlet of DawnFire was thought lost forever. How it ended up in this jungle I may never know, but I feel that my earlier devotion was rewarded with some protection in this dangerous place.
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Got into a couple minor skirmishes. I ran into an Elephant of Wrath, called Elcalion according to its collar, that was not much of a threat. Later, a Troubadour named Tomash got in my way and wouldn't let me pass. We fought, his music sucked, I won.
Those fights wiped me out. I've set up camp next to a fountain with a statue of the mythical hero Sergio Turbo. I don't have a way to purify the water, but it looks clean and my canteen ran dry mid-yesterday.
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That was a mistake. Never again.
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A dead-end today. I walked into a rainy courtyard and over the sound of the rain I heard a scream. "The real question..." and that's where it stopped. What is the real question? I need to know!
Time to backtrack.
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Another room full of comfortable furniture and graffiti. This time they wrote "Anything I currently have claimed is something I want to kee". I didn't have to wonder why they never finished, though. My fellow explorer looked freeze-dried on a pile of pillows.
I have to get out of here before the same happens to me.
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Another fight today. Some gray-beard Hobbit threw mushrooms at me. I was able to deflect them with the Gauntlet, but he was more of an annoyance than a real threat. Seems he had a book with him. I'll see what I can glean from that before I turn in for the night.
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The first page of the book said "*points down* Cough Cough". The next thing I know, I'm falling through a magical portal. I hate magical traps. Now I'm even more completely lost than I already was. There's a shallow pool here that had a wand at the bottom of it. The wand is inscribed with runes that I believe translate to "Poor Cynic". I have no idea what it means, but at least I can stop punching things.
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I've really stepped in it now. I should have realized this was a holy site from the artifacts I'd seen so far. I ran into an Archangel by the name of Alleb. I tried to get some help from her, but she thought I was a thief because of the Gauntlet. Gods help me, I had no choice but to fight her.
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Found another sitting room. This one had been ransacked by someone or something. There is graffiti reading "Huinesoron/Shipfest". A common prayer where I'm from.
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Found another book. I am not falling for that again. I'll explore further and, if I have no other options, I'll come back and check this one.
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Sure. I pass up that book only to fall victim to the exact same trap on a folded up piece of paper in the next room. this one dropped me back at the Fountain of Sergio Turbo, which I have no desire to be near. I think I can retrace my steps to the first book, if I need to, but I think there may be another path to explore.
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(The final entry is penned in a different hand.)
Foolish man. He thought his magic wand and his Power of Inferno made him a match for the great Ice Mage Mattman the Comet. Not even the Gauntlet of Dawnfire could save him from my wrath. Take heed of his plight and leave my dungeon now, before you meet the same fate.
((Alas, poor Phobos. He will be missed. -Phobos))