Outside the general area surrounding the camps, the winding pathways of the dungeon became increasingly complicated. They were narrow, and they were made of thick rock bricks, some encrusted with a little moss.
A good number of these paths was lit, and would remain that way, at least for the day. But some laid in darkness, shadows making it impossible to see. Approach too close, and you'll hear them rattling, scraping along the stone. There were grues here, living in the darkness. Venture too far into it, and you would not come out again.
And then there were the doors.
[ winding pathways | journey | vampverse | snow | wasteland | free space | ooc NOTE: Upon entrance, each room locks itself from access by other camps until all the people inside exit again. If you want to open your ping up for someone else from your camp to join you, mention your camp number in the OOC. ]]
Toys, toys, for all bad boys
All the good girls carousing
- Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Tuesday