Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Tuesday

[not_a_whiner]

One moment, there was nothing. Merely the quiet dripping of water on polished rock, the flicker of a torch in an empty chamber, silence echoing through dark halls as if there were nothing lurking in them at all.

And then in a blip - no strange effects, no flashes of light - across three large chambers, there was something. Students and teachers and town-dwellers, materializing on the cold dungeon floors. In one corner of each of these rooms, something else materialized: a stack of bags that could be worn, and another stack of violently green bowling shoes.

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[[ camp 1 | camp 2 | camp 3 | ooc ]]

Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Tuesday

[not_a_whiner]

Outside the general area surrounding the camps, the winding pathways of the dungeon became increasingly complicated. They were narrow, and they were made of thick rock bricks, some encrusted with a little moss.

A good number of these paths was lit, and would remain that way, at least for the day. But some laid in darkness, shadows making it impossible to see. Approach too close, and you'll hear them rattling, scraping along the stone. There were grues here, living in the darkness. Venture too far into it, and you would not come out again.

And then there were the doors.

[ winding pathways | journey | vampverse | snow | wasteland | free space | ooc NOTE: Upon entrance, each room locks itself from access by other camps until all the people inside exit again. If you want to open your ping up for someone else from your camp to join you, mention your camp number in the OOC. ]]