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*Snowfall turns toward Will*

"It actually worked this time?- I mean, of course! Sorry!"

*She smiles at him, and a warm sensation flows through his body, making him feel like he is able to move again, which he is*

Edited by Ellebelly24

"I think we might actually be able to hire the work of our old friend Jenkins, actually."  Jakob says with a clever grin.

 

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"Ya'll ready for the ride?  Got provisyns, equipmant, all that jazz?"

 

"Yes."  Jakob says.  "I think we're ready to go."

 

"Excellent!  Well, lat's get started!"

 

The caravan slowly begins to move forward, and in no time they are bumping along again at a steady pace.

Jakob can be heard mumbling to himself.  "After we get this beacon...we gather anyone who's willing to fight, and march on Oranihil.  After that...it's up to us to kill him.  I just hope that everyone's willing to fight..."

 

"You alright back there, son?"  Jenkins asks. 

 

"Yeah, I'm fine."  Jakob replies, gazing absentmindedly at the scenery.

"Wail, that looks purdy convincin to me!  I think we're here!"

 

Straight ahead is another structure similar to the first temple.  However, there is no lake or other guardian creature.

 

"I'm afraid I'll have to letcha off here.  Ol' Bess is gettin nervous."

 

The mule pulling the carriage is indeed freaking out.  Jakob jumps off, then turns back to Jenkins as the rest of the group hops off.

 

"Thanks for the help.  Go on and head home."

The inside of the temple looks much like the inside of the first one.  Except, on the table, lies the beacon.

"Well.  That was easy."  Jakob says.  The group walks too forward, but within seconds, the floor falls away beneath them.  Before they even realize that they're falling, then hit a hard surface and completely black out.

 

(Always check the tags...)

Before the group can get their bearings again, something else knocks them out again with a blunt object.

 

Upon reawakening, the group first hears the banging of drums.  Then, the cheering of a crowd - one that is definitely not human.  Upon opening their eyes, they find themselves in an enormous underground amphitheater filled with shades, monsters and other demons.  Their hands and legs are tied by a slimy black substance; shadow tendrils.  Upon looking up, they see the source.

 

"Hello, mortalsWake up and smell the roses."

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