Post by V.I.R.O.S. on Nov 24, 2009 15:12:53 GMT -5
You are one of a party of adventurers who are traveling, for one reason or another through a massive cave system to reach a specific goal. The goal is not definite, and every person has a different idea of what will be at the end of the cave system. You can be anything you want (Any race, and gender, and social status, and personality), but you still face the challenges like everyone else. All of the challenges will require brain power, not brute force. Feel free to jump in whenever you like. Everyone starts with a lantern, three matches, and as many food and water supplies as they need to survive down here.
The first chamber is a massive cave with wet walls, and a soft and fleshy feeling to all of them. The room pulses to a sickening beat. There are three riddles written on the wall.
I have four rooms, but no tables or chairs you'll find. I am credited with emotions, yet they are not truly mine. I could be called a drummer, strong, steady, and true. And when I finish my work here, so, too, do you.
Everything that I know, you know it, too. Yet I gain nothing unless it first comes through you. No paper or ink confine me, yet a thousand stories I own. Tell me now, who am I that lives in this lonely cage of bone?
Although I am always with you, only one side do I show. If you see my other side, you see red rivers flow. And though I feel all things, I haven't a mind to know. Think well upon my name now, and if you know, tell me so.
The first chamber is a massive cave with wet walls, and a soft and fleshy feeling to all of them. The room pulses to a sickening beat. There are three riddles written on the wall.
I have four rooms, but no tables or chairs you'll find. I am credited with emotions, yet they are not truly mine. I could be called a drummer, strong, steady, and true. And when I finish my work here, so, too, do you.
Everything that I know, you know it, too. Yet I gain nothing unless it first comes through you. No paper or ink confine me, yet a thousand stories I own. Tell me now, who am I that lives in this lonely cage of bone?
Although I am always with you, only one side do I show. If you see my other side, you see red rivers flow. And though I feel all things, I haven't a mind to know. Think well upon my name now, and if you know, tell me so.