Christian's Castle
With some apprehension, you take the left path. Your nose involuntarily turns up at the stinking sludge you are forced to muck through. You notice an ever-so-slight current in the slime water by your feet which is travelling in the direction that you are only moments before a strong wind rips down the tunnel, extinguishing every torch. It just so happens that you are far enough down the tunnel that you are unable to see back to where you came from.
With no earthly idea as to where you might be, you feel along the mire-covered walls, continuing, although every fiber of your being wants to retch in disgust. Not long after, your footing gives way and you find yourself hurtling down a slippery stone slide. You see light at the end and are relieved for a split second before you land with a crash!
With the wind knocked out of you, you slowly rise and recover, discovering where that current you noticed was going earlier... here. A small canal (in which you now sit) provides the guides for the filth to find its way to a blackened pool, a mere three feet in diameter, with half of it hidden by the wall into which it disappears. You believe that it is possibly the worst, most pungent stench you have ever smelled in your whole life.
You look above the pool to a stone plinth, on which is chiseled:
"Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters."
You can't help but shudder. Should you try to go back the way you came? Perhaps the stone words meant that delivery lies in coming OUT of the mire... or maybe you're wrong entirely. Whatever the course, it must be chosen quickly, because the air is thick and is rapidly becoming unbreathable.
With no earthly idea as to where you might be, you feel along the mire-covered walls, continuing, although every fiber of your being wants to retch in disgust. Not long after, your footing gives way and you find yourself hurtling down a slippery stone slide. You see light at the end and are relieved for a split second before you land with a crash!
With the wind knocked out of you, you slowly rise and recover, discovering where that current you noticed was going earlier... here. A small canal (in which you now sit) provides the guides for the filth to find its way to a blackened pool, a mere three feet in diameter, with half of it hidden by the wall into which it disappears. You believe that it is possibly the worst, most pungent stench you have ever smelled in your whole life.
You look above the pool to a stone plinth, on which is chiseled:
"Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters."
You can't help but shudder. Should you try to go back the way you came? Perhaps the stone words meant that delivery lies in coming OUT of the mire... or maybe you're wrong entirely. Whatever the course, it must be chosen quickly, because the air is thick and is rapidly becoming unbreathable.
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