Chapter 2: The Hope of the Earth

[fuckyou_chorus]

[In the library, a new page has appeared in the book:]

Even the fearsome Lich was once human. They say he was a member of the forest tribe, a curious sort of people with a tradition of masking their faces. They only reveal themselves to their most intimate acquaintanes, you see. When he was a man, the Lich was in love with the prettiest,

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[dimanibussacrum]

[going to check on the book one last time before turning in for the night]

...my.

[myblackwand]

Well, it seems that matters have advanced. How terribly convenient.

[dimanibussacrum]

They even left us a brief. It is rather tidy of them.

[myblackwand]

It seems, then, that we are seeking a sink-hole in the earth; I imagine it shan't be difficult to find such a place.

[heirofthedog]

[in the Crypt cabin, Kuchiha is currently curled up on her bed. the beading of the sweat from...fever? probably doesn't bode well for her current condition.]

...ah, what's that?

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[It sounds like it's coming from below]

My face ... they've seen my face ... !

[heirofthedog]

Someone there?

[ssslowly reaching for her sword]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[the only response are scratches coming from below the floor]

[bitingcynicism]

[I am good at listening. And inspecting.]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[If you stand at the lip at the new hole in the ground, you can hear a voice:]

They've seen my face ... my face ... !

[do you venture below?]

[bitingcynicism]

[Do you really have to ask? Gun out.]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[The fading light of the evening filters through the hole above. You're now standing in a square chamber. There are two exits: one straight ahead of you, and one to your right.

A moogle stands in one corner of the room, in the other there is an overturned terracotta pot.]

[raccooniverse]

[Moaning and bone-rattling, huh?]

A little night music from the Graveyard Top 40?

[fuckyou_chorus]

My face ...

[It sounds like it's coming from the hole in the ground. Do you venture below?]

[raccooniverse]

[Naturally.]

Personally, I'd worry more about your posterior...

[fuckyou_chorus]

[The fading light of the evening filters through the hole above. You're now standing in a square chamber. There are two exits: one straight ahead of you, and one to your right.

A moogle stands in one corner of the room, in the other there is an overturned terracotta pot.

In response to your quip, the moogle pipes up:]

He doesn't have one anymore, kupo ...

[pussyfortono]

What is this?

[fuckyou_chorus]

[Be careful of the hole underfoot; you can hear someone, or something, moaning below. Do you choose to enter anyway?]

[pussyfortono]

[ warily entering with sword drawn ]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[The fading light of the evening filters through the hole above. You're now standing in a square chamber. There are two exits: one straight ahead of you, and one to your right.

A moogle stands in one corner of the room, in the other there is an overturned terracotta pot.]