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[ladyweepingshit]

Good going, you've made it out of the other end of the graveyard without being badtouched by angels. Looks like you've picked someone else up as well, more fun! So, the fog seems to be clearing up just a little bit the further you get from the graveyard limits. You should be in the clear.

The road you're on isn't listed on the map, so you're not really sure where you are, only that there is a fork in the road. One road leads into a thicket of forest up into the hills, there seems to be an old castle hidding up a ways in the trees. The other continues downward to where you can see a lake on the far edge down a ways. Have a snack break and figure out which way to go.

[Mission:Choose a path]

Update! The group has chosen to split up and take both paths. So choose either the Castle Path or the Lakeside Path.

Comments

[cabineyes]

Go ahead.

[ holds out hand. ]

Leave the map.

[sawedoff]

With you?

[]

[cabineyes]

[sawedoff]

[yea don't fuck with the crazy guy he's got a psychophone and he's on the edge]

[that's settled. keeps walking]

[ladyweepingshit]

[ooooh look its a castle a spooky long forgotten castle]

[sure looks dark inside, you might want to equip your torch/flashlights]

[pareidoll]

Well. Shall we go meddle with fate?


[stops at the entrance to light torch]

[sawedoff]

[screw torches, he's a battery waster]

[equips flashlight and looks around at dinky little group]

Last chance to beg out.

[dices]

[ raises finger to point out about the battery but decides against it. ]

Maybe we'll find Casper and he'll be friendly and serve us beer.

[pareidoll]

[pats nick. you.]

Lower expectations would be wiser.

[trudges inside]

[dices]

[ yeah... he knows... ]

[ladyweepingshit]

[as you pass along into what used to be the entrance hall, the walls are covered in old scrawled messages with shit like 'help' or 'wait for me' or 'they took us' various scratch marks also line the walls in fives, indicating a count of something. perhaps time.]

[dices]

[ g
guess it's not casper.. ]

That's welcoming.

[pareidoll]

[stops in the middle and waves torch around. it lights much better than dean's puny flashlight]

We looking for anything in particular?

[armedarchaeologist]

Hi, please don't shoot me.

[jogs up behind team castle waving a flashlight.]

Sorry, I was— [gestures very inarticulately. why was he late? who knows.] —but I hate to miss a creepy ruin.

[not even a joke.]

[pareidoll]

Another pair of eyes wouldn't hurt.

[literally]

Keep moving? Eyes open?

[onward to brush the great hall doors open]

[armedarchaeologist]

Why can I read...

[looks up from study of graffiti, guiltily.]

Right. Yes. I'll just... Watch behind us.

For statues.

[pareidoll]

[its


a little stuck]

[shoulders it open and stumbles forward]

[ladyweepingshit]

[and she's gone]

[little torch falls at weeping angel's feet]

[armedarchaeologist]

Clara—? You get the door open?

[uh-oh.]

Clara?

[turns.]

[armedarchaeologist]

[...shitfuckgoddammit.]

[back against wall like NOW.]

[andspace]

CLARA--

[ladyweepingshit]

[not anymore]

[armedarchaeologist]

Is she—[nope don't ask that aloud] Do you have any idea what just happened?

[pointing gun, regretting choices.]

Do I shoot it or does that just make it mad?

[andspace]

What good's that supposed to do? Dent its finger?

[dices]

[ ShIT

throws torch up and telekinesises it right above them. the statues can't jump right... ]

They're stone, man, what good would that do?