Quest Labyrinth - Adventure 1

[Ignotus Everto]

"Or someone inside with us." Ignotus replied. He'd had enough encounters with the divine to be suspicious of talking walls. "We've survived this far. Perhaps not in the best shape- but we've survived. Perhaps this is the prize."
The Nuit grimaced as he took his own conch. "Now let's hope she'll let us back out, aye?"

[Paragon]

It was clear the pair were at wits end. But truly, an end was in sight. No sooner had they both picked up the conch shells, the voice returned. "A power shared between the two. Place the conch to your ear, and you will hear three times your natural range. Perhaps one day you will return to this place and solve more of its secrets. I await your return." With that, the pair were blindsided by a flash of brilliant white light, and crumpling, their vision returned upon a small boat bobbing on the water. It sat just a little away from the rim of the labyrinth's sinkhole. The guardian of that place... she had returned them, conches still in hand. OOCThat's the end, but feel free to make final posts if you wish. When you're ready for me to grade please pop it into my Office as a request. I can add the conch artefacts to your SS as soon as we're done

[Wrenmae]

Looking down at the conch, rocking on the angry sea, Wrenmae looked back into the maw of the temple, slipping the item into his cloak.

They had been returned, by the grace of something...god, goddess, monster, it hardly mattered. Lost in the passages, he had thought they might die. But here they were at the edge of water and ruin.

"Ignotus," the hypnotist said, looking towards the shore, "I vote we perhaps work on our ruin navigating skills...don't you think?"

He grinned, not exactly at the nuit, but in his general direction. The pigeons crowded the boat, reminding Wren that he always had and always would hate the ugly things.

Together they sailed for the shore.

But one day, Wren would return here.

[Ignotus Everto]

Ignotus chuckled at that. "Undoubtedly. Though..." he said as a pigeon fluttered onto his head and stared blankly at his nose, "I think I'll leave the birds behind next time."
He would enjoy these little trinkets. And if this was the prize for failure... What might success look like?

The pigeons were ordered to the coast about halfway through, around the same time one started harassing the boatman. This made the last leg of the journey much more tolerable... If slightly less entertaining for those watching.

This was a good day, Ignotus decided.