AMARANTHINE JONES & THE HUNDRED PILLARS.

[saam]

WHO: Wysteria Poppell, Eshal Fazon, Frédérique Durfort-Lacapalette.
WHAT: Epic tale in which an intrepid archaeologists try to beat a band of Venatori to a unique religious relic which is central to their plans for world domination. Battling against snake phobia and a vengeful nun, they are in constant peril, making hair's-breadth escapes at every turn in this celebration of the innocent adventure movies of an earlier era.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: The Hundred Pillars
NOTES: No face melting.

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[saam]

You get through twisting hallways and the traps and all the bullshit, and then there's an old lady with some metal bits. Apparently the bits-- sword shards, obviously-- are important to... somebody. The thing they're supposed to find.

Great.

They step out to 'discuss this fantastic revelation', which is code for 'the crone is freaking me out'. At least, Eshal thinks it is. She leans back on the cold wall and waits for the door to close behind the other two. There's an odd weight to the floor-- it's probably balanced on something.

If Eshal had to guess, she'd say there's a trap based on stepping on the wrong tiles. She bases it on the fact that they're right next to the old lady's room, and some bits of tile are completely pristine, as though they've never been touched or stepped on. It's how they've gotten through other traps before, noticing that some strips of floor or wall seem completely untouched.

So it's probably not worth mentioning.

She shrugs in the direction of the others. "So, what d'you wanna do? It's all Trade to me." She rolls her eyes, not quite laughing at her own joke.