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You stand there in open mouthed awe, drool slipping down the left side of your jaw, basking in the golden glow of the precious metals, the walls around you flickering with light reflected from the sconces hanging all around the room, chests stuffed full of gold.
You'd think after coming across piles of treasure on more than one occasion that you'd be in less awe of seeing gold stacked up so high like small mountains, but it never truly ceases to amaze you. It was like a goblin treating themselves to some fresh meat after years of eating dry desiccated flesh, it was simply breath taking.
Half entranced by it's beauty, you lurch towards the chest at the center of it all, when all of a sudden it occurs to you that this has all been ar too easy, all your struggles, all your trials, and in the end here you were, with what you desired most in the world, and yet there was absolutely nothing to guard it.
Boots echo dully in the passageway behind you, urging you to hurry, but again you hesitate at taking another step. Daedalus his voice frayed with urgency cries out, "Open it! Open it now!" His frustration and longing bubbling over inside of you as he all but screams at you to open chest. But everything just doesn't seem to make any sense. An unguarded side passage, your easy escape from the Magelords, and the way the chest was positioned right in front of you, within easy reach, it was, it was just all so convenient, and if there was anything you'd learned from adventuring out in this world of yours, nothing on Coroleya was ever easy.
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Which meant it had to be a trap. Didn't it? It looked like a trap. It felt like a trap, and yet reasons you cannot divine Daedalus refuses to believe that it was trap. Though to say the former mage was is in the right frame of mind to make that call was indeed questionable. His need to be re-united with the missing parts of him was strong, so strong you could almost taste his hunger at being so close.
By a bellow-heart's puke were you simply overthinking this? After all the dark mages could not possibly know what you were after right? But even as you move to reach out your hand, you hesitate once more, footsteps thudding louder and louder.
You scan the room for signs of a trap, anything to ease your suspicions, but again you see nothing that would make you think it was a trap, unless that was how that was supposed to make you think, maybe there being no hints of a trap, made it a trap or was this itself supposed the trap? You thinking yourself in circles with guards closing in rapidly. God's how you envy those simple minded hobs who only ever cared about two things hunting, and mating. You think you'd rather enjoy that, better than this indecision.
1. Do you open the chest? (Just so you know it could be a trap?I'm just saying...)
2. Do you find a place to hide?(You do know the whole room could be a trap too, right? Let's just think about this for a moment before we rush into anything we might regret.)
3. Do you shoot the chest with a firebolt?(Must we always resort to violence? I mean there has to be more to life than destroying stuff, am I right?)
4. Do you wait to greet the guards? (Now I know you're just messing with me, you wouldn't honestly put yourself through another fight? Oh ye gods! You would, wouldn't you!)
5. Do you sweep the room with fireballs? (I didn't want to mention this to you earlier, but it does seem like you like to burn things a lot, and I mean a lot. You know there are pyros anonymous groups out there that can help you with that problem.)