-take a look at everything. You might as well check out the other things in the room before continuing on. You’re already screwed without proper supplies anyway.
First, you take a look at the skeleton, which now appears to have some rotting flesh remaining, it’s jaw barely attached. Some maggots which managed to get down here have already picked the bones clean in at least most of the areas, and other than rags you don’t find too much in terms of equipment.
However, hidden by the leaning form of the person who passed away is a few things. One being a small side satchel, with inside a flask of oil, tinder, five matches, and enough dehydrated food to satisfy a small, single meal. That, as well as a water pouch, unfortunately bone-dry. Gallows humor you can trust, at the very least, to keep your spirits up.
Perhaps not your prospects, but that remains to be seen.
You might have buried the body were it not for the fact that you don’t have a shovel. Instead, you strain yourself as you get up, and walk over to perhaps the only other curio in the room, besides the lit torch. The completely out of place carved stone. Even its color is different, the area’s almost reddish-rust tint versus the pale gray of the square.
Walking up to it, there didn’t seem to be much besides the difference in texture and color. Which, of course, meant pressing things. With a cringing expression and looking to the side, you quickly press it in.
That is, you try to, but fail spectacularly. It’s firm-fit to the wall.
But something else seems to happen instead.
Cracks not there before begin to glow with a bright bluish hue, similar to that of the runes displayed before. They branch seemingly endlessly, with no end as it radiates more and more. You back of quickly in case of an explosion or some other damning consequence, but after ten seconds or so it stops.
Getting up and brushing yourself off, you approach once again. Symbols move here and there, assorting themselves due to your presence. Familiar runes place themselves before you, and letters in a language you recognize appear directly next to them
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Name: ???
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Rank 1 Human Melee
Health: 14/14
Mana: 6/6
Strength: 8
Dexterity: 5
Constitution: 8
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 5
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[https://i.ibb.co/NT7Bgdv/Female.jpg]
Female
* Immunity to abilities concerning Male gender requirements.
* Vulnerability to abilities concerning Female gender requirements.
[https://i.ibb.co/FK8Y8Q8/Melee.jpg]
Melee
Diehard - ???
Battle Recovery - Each time a foe is downed, your relief takes physical form. Slain enemies restore 1 HP.
[https://i.ibb.co/wLfhHhq/Human.jpg]
Human
Resist Control - ???
Human Focus - Humans are naturally able to adapt quickly. Gain an extra +2 in the starting statistics for your soul-path.
[https://i.ibb.co/wc4hR5d/Luck.jpg]
“I am one who bears luck.”
Blessing - ???
“Blessed by the voice.”
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It takes you a while, but piecing two and two together isn’t too hard. What each rune means and what it correlates to. It seems the options chosen… but that doesn’t explain how you got here, or where you were. And what was with the last option? There was room for a rune, but none were displayed. You didn’t even remember a fifth row. 'Blessed by the voice', huh? Didn't feel very blessed.
Confusion, but nothing you could do about it. Apparently this device, whatever it does, takes your current abilities, and turns them into something you could read. It was impossible to tell what might be an average person’s traits versus yours, but not everything might show in what it displayed either.
Like how you were surprisingly calm despite the situation. More weird things to worry about.
Still, even with everything happening as of right now, there was only one way to go, unless you decided to die due to a lack of hydration. Unsheathing a sword with one hand, and using your other to push it open, you slowly manage to swing the door outward.
The temperature dropped slightly. There is no torchlight, some sort of bioluminescent moss hanging from the ceiling instead. Door met wall as it went to the very limit of its hinges. Two paths laid bare to you, one to the left and one forward.
The one forward, from what you can tell, had a way that turned to a left hallway, then a door on the right side, and at the very end another hallway except it went to the right this time.
Meanwhile, the left side stretched at least triple. Starting on the right there was a door, before there was one on the left a few feet up. The pattern repeated itself three different times, before there was a right hallway and a door at the very end of the hall.
Broadsword in hand, there were a few moments of hesitation as you started to begin your first true steps out into wherever this might be. Where should you go?
As you begin to think such things, a shiver goes through your soul, invading and sickly. It’s spits words into your mind in a language you don’t understand, but somehow still manage to anyway.
It speaks.
The First Floor: Mines and Minotaurs.
Still shaking from it resounding in your vary being, it only makes you more wary on your next decision.
What's a minotaur?
Shaking your head, you now look further at the two paths before you.
What do you do?
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Character Description:
You are a human woman, having shoulder-length dirty blond hair (Though whether it's just because it's dirty is unclear.), though you can't quite tell what your features are like without a reflective surface. You seem fit and muscular from what you can tell, and are in good health. Not much else can be inspected due to the fact that you not only have thick clothes on, but armor as well.
Items:
Equiptment -
Torso: Undergarments, Thick Clothes (Dirty), Chain Shirt (Rusted, Dirty)
Legs: Thick Clothes (Dirty), Thick Leather Armor (Worn, Dirty), Side Pouch
Feet: Wool Socks, Thick Leather boots (Worn, Dirty)
Hands: Thick Leather Gloves, Old Broadsword (Right Hand, Sheathed, Rusted)
Inventory -
Waterskin (Empty), Tinder (One use), Flask of Oil, Matches (5), Rations (Small Meal, One use)
Notes:
[https://i.ibb.co/Kj3N233/Map.jpg]