[ +- ] š¹ Slave Childrenās Crusade
The Kaligators swim awayāmuch faster than a mermaid can swim, in fact!
With the marsh cleared of terrifying hellspawns, you swim. At first, the Bubble Magic seems like a waste. The marsh is only 3 or 4 feet deep. Not having to come up for air is merely a convenienceā¦ until you get to the area Orlando estimated would align with the given coordinates.
You see a hole about ten feet in diameter. It doesnāt seem natural. Nor does it look man-made. As you swim down the shaft, its wall is sand, hardened into rockā¦ and as you go deeper, the rock is compressed into crude metalā¦ and the current is strong here! Swimming up may be difficult. Or it may be impossible! Or it may require Gong-Juās flowing voice to make a return trip possibleā¦
Deeper still! Princess Diamond is the first to feel it, then Caseyā¦ Murasaki may be stronger than Orlando Jones, but she feels it too.
Pressure.
Gong-Juās Bubble Magic is the only thing keeping the party alive down here! A submarine would implode from reaching such depth at such speed!
ā¦but finally, you see something that is surely man-made. A hydrolock door!
Orlando turns the valveāand the current forces you inside! Once the door closes, all of the non-mermaids feel the headache begin to subside.
The water gradually drains from the room, and just in time, for Gong-Juās magical bubble *
pops!*
Princess Diamond can swim to the surface and breathe the oxygen coming from a grated vent along the ceiling. The rest of you need only hold you breath a few seconds until the water level is low enough for your heads to poke out of the water. (Itāll take a minute to drain completely.)
There is another hydrolock door in front of you, mostly made of a thick, transparent polycarbonate. Orlando points to itā
"Hoblbly shbiblblble!"
āthe next room is a 20āx20āx20ā cube, and itās so full of Kaligators, theyāre writhing all over each other!
As the water drains enough so your heads are all above it, Orlando says in an obviously panicked tone,
"Well now what the fuck? Maybe whoever wrote that letterāwith no return address and no signature, I might addābetter have an answer!"
He whips out the letter as the water-level drops to waist-deep. As he holds up the paper, you all see it:
The letter is wet.
The ink drips and runs and forms a drooping indigo blobā¦
ā¦which forms neatly written letters. Too neat to be written my a man.
Mister Jones,
If this letter is soaking wet, I assume you have safely entered the hydrolock door. The door before you leads to the templeās entrance. Do you see it? A 6āx6āx6ā niche at the top of the large room?
Ohā¦ of course you donāt! Please have Princess Gong-Ju activate the power in that room. Her Stormy Prong should do the trick!
"And again, no fuckinā signature. But Iām not gonna pay the trend of etiquette breaches forward. Your Highness," he says to Gong-Ju,
"it aināt my place to have you do anything. I am askingā¦"
He asks in Atlantean,
Would you be so kind as to use your third prong to activate the power in that room? I believe my whip can swing me over the Kaligators, into the niche. Then you and your friends may safely return home with my gratitude, and upon my return from the temple, a Chest Fulla Gold.
@Dmbrainiac OOC:
Gong-Ju, please roll ā¢ļøSTORMY PRONG!
ā¢ On a š¢
MISS, something happens.
ā¢ On a š„
HIT, something happens.
ā¢ On a š„š„
COMBO, something happens.
