Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Friday

[not_a_whiner]

A strong wind tore through the hallways. Inside the camps, it was only audible: no breeze flicked into the large chambers themselves. Outside them, though, torches would flicker on and off on their own whim, exposing the dungeon's residents to errant grues.

There was something to be celebrated, though: when the maze shifted overnight, its paths crossed and connected all three camps. Time for a reunion.

[ camp one | camp two | camp three | ooc as of yesterday, everyone in camp 1 is free to assume they know about the first key and the vault. ]

Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Friday

[not_a_whiner]

Wind roars through these hallways - sometimes here, sometimes there. When it passed through, it blew out torches that took several minutes to light again: enough time for a grue to grab the unsuspecting people suddenly blanketed in shadow.

Still, it might be worth venturing out into the halls. The roads to each camp were open.

[ winding pathways | rapture | dinosaurs | mario | gLitCH | FREE SPACE | ooc ]