The Escape! Part 2
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battleshipexThe last stone falls away and the adventurers emerge, blinking at the light and brushing off the dust. There are cries of joy as old companions are reunited. Arm in arm, you depart the castle for the last time.
In front of the castle is a huge lawn, set up for a huge party. "Come have some soup!" cries a person with a dragon on their shoulder. The dragon is wearing a crown of flowers and hefting a tiny bejeweled barbell. You decide not to ask.
You're not sure what's in the soup, but it's delicious and nourishing. Around you, everyone is swapping tales of their trials in the treasure rooms. You find a shady spot and sit down with a happy sigh. You're so ready to be done with adventuring. No more witches, pirates, or fairies. You're going to put your feet up, enjoy some stories and art, and find something more boring to do with your life.
A year later, you're bored. You feel restless, in need of direction. You keep having dreams about witches, pirates, and fairies.
Old friends of yours have been hanging out at a new watering hole called the Shoulder Dragon Cafe. Apparently it's become something of a pickup spot for adventurers looking for something to do. You pack up enough supplies for a few weeks and head over to the cafe.
To your delight, it's full of people you know. You're greeted warmly. Within minutes, you have a hot bowl of soup and a cold drink, and you sit down on a comfortable chair to catch up with friends.
Then someone sits down next to you. "Excuse me," she says in a low, rumbling voice. You look up, and further up, to see that you're being addressed by an enormous cave troll. "I heard there were some brave travelers here who might be able to help—"
"Excuse you," retorts a much higher voice from your other side. You glance over to see a tiny fairy hovering in the air by your shoulder. His wings shed glittery sparks that quickly dissipate. "I was here first. And I need help more!"
You stop them bickering and listen to their stories. It seems the spark-sprites live in crystal caverns that suffered some kind of collapse, and they need help retrieving everything that's lost under the rubble. The home of the cave-trolls is deep beneath a volcano, where pesky lava goblins keep stealing and hiding their prettiest rocks; they plan to move elsewhere, but they want to get their rocks back first.
"If you help us, you can keep some of the pretty rocks," the troll says. She holds up one massive hand. Around her wrist is a stunning diamond bracelet. "Like these."
"We'll pay you in magic spells!" the spark-sprite offers, his wings fluttering with agitation. "Please, we really need your help."
You look around the crowded cafe. "I think there are enough of us to help you both," you say. "Give us a minute to sort ourselves out, and then we'll see what we can do."
THE GAME IS OVER... FOR NOW
Congratulations, everyone! You've done an amazing thing. Take a look at this year's stats and give yourselves a hearty pat on the back!
Now is the time to remove all your placeholders and do a quick check for typos. You have 48 hours to edit your works before they're revealed.
In front of the castle is a huge lawn, set up for a huge party. "Come have some soup!" cries a person with a dragon on their shoulder. The dragon is wearing a crown of flowers and hefting a tiny bejeweled barbell. You decide not to ask.
You're not sure what's in the soup, but it's delicious and nourishing. Around you, everyone is swapping tales of their trials in the treasure rooms. You find a shady spot and sit down with a happy sigh. You're so ready to be done with adventuring. No more witches, pirates, or fairies. You're going to put your feet up, enjoy some stories and art, and find something more boring to do with your life.
A year later, you're bored. You feel restless, in need of direction. You keep having dreams about witches, pirates, and fairies.
Old friends of yours have been hanging out at a new watering hole called the Shoulder Dragon Cafe. Apparently it's become something of a pickup spot for adventurers looking for something to do. You pack up enough supplies for a few weeks and head over to the cafe.
To your delight, it's full of people you know. You're greeted warmly. Within minutes, you have a hot bowl of soup and a cold drink, and you sit down on a comfortable chair to catch up with friends.
Then someone sits down next to you. "Excuse me," she says in a low, rumbling voice. You look up, and further up, to see that you're being addressed by an enormous cave troll. "I heard there were some brave travelers here who might be able to help—"
"Excuse you," retorts a much higher voice from your other side. You glance over to see a tiny fairy hovering in the air by your shoulder. His wings shed glittery sparks that quickly dissipate. "I was here first. And I need help more!"
You stop them bickering and listen to their stories. It seems the spark-sprites live in crystal caverns that suffered some kind of collapse, and they need help retrieving everything that's lost under the rubble. The home of the cave-trolls is deep beneath a volcano, where pesky lava goblins keep stealing and hiding their prettiest rocks; they plan to move elsewhere, but they want to get their rocks back first.
"If you help us, you can keep some of the pretty rocks," the troll says. She holds up one massive hand. Around her wrist is a stunning diamond bracelet. "Like these."
"We'll pay you in magic spells!" the spark-sprite offers, his wings fluttering with agitation. "Please, we really need your help."
You look around the crowded cafe. "I think there are enough of us to help you both," you say. "Give us a minute to sort ourselves out, and then we'll see what we can do."
THE GAME IS OVER... FOR NOW
Congratulations, everyone! You've done an amazing thing. Take a look at this year's stats and give yourselves a hearty pat on the back!
Now is the time to remove all your placeholders and do a quick check for typos. You have 48 hours to edit your works before they're revealed.
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