INTERACTIVE STORY #2
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[Oh, there's nothing wrong at all with the old characters. All I'm saying is that if they are all resurrected then it might start to mirror what went on in the previous story. Regarding speeding the proceedings up a bit, well, it takes time to build a story up. If things proceed too quickly then the story will appear rushed and disjointed. It may even stop making sense. I'd hate to see that happen - this story looks very promising so far. Everyone has made some very good contributions.]
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Hordriss looked on in horror as his room phased back and forth between probabilities. He daren't teleport. Instead, he moved carefully to the door. However, just as he was about to be whisked away by the darkness of it, the door was gone, as was the room. Hordriss was left floating in a black void. There was no light at all. He cursed loudly, but the words could only be heard inside his causality shield. How was going to be able to get back to the Dungeon, now?
Lord Fear had bristled and stood up quickly, leaving Lissard to BAG the Mally-bous on his own. He looked around, squinting at the stone wall. It began to change - very slightly at first but with increasing speed and eccentricity.
"What the..." he began but he was cut off by an ear-splitting scream from Lissard. Looking down, Fear saw Lissard falling through a large hole in the floor that seemed to be bottomless - a sickening black void. Fear snapped his fingers and Lissard floated back up into the room.
"Time to go, me old newt," he muttered. He grabbed hold of an amulet that was hung around his neck. Muttering something in a strange tongue, light began to emanate from it, bouncing off the walls in a myriad of colours. Grabbing hold of Lissard, the two stood in the middle of the room as more and more pieces of the floor began to fall away. Parts of the wall began to move, now, sliding across the room with no regard for anything that might be it their way. One of the blocks headed straight for Lissard and Fear but they had vanished by the time it got to their floor space.
A once orangey stone room had changed into something quite different. To some it would become known as the Block And Tackle.
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[trust me Malifact I'd write IF I had some idea...., but I dont know about the other people...]
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[Could SOMEONE write here!!!]
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Fear and Lissard rematerialised back in Marblehead, in that strange stone chamber. Two Miremen were waiting for them, though, and rushed as fast as they could (which wasn't that fast at all) up to Lissard and began speaking frantically.
"What are they saying, Lissard?" barked Fear with little patience.
"It's Marblehead, Lordness!" hissed Lissard.
"What about it, tuna-breath?" snapped Fear.
"The Techno-magic, Lordness!" cried Lissard. "It is collapsing!"
A strange warbling noise was heard and the four of them spun around to gaze at the wall, from which it was coming. The wall was moving, bending, distorting. Fear jumped and immediately pointed his finger at it, quickly muttering a magic command. The distortion stopped and the wall returned to normal.
"It is happening everywhere, Lordness!" said Lissard urgently, "and more and more frequently!"
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[I am forever grateful to thee Mally ]
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Like a bubble rising up to meet the air, Hordriss, safely encased within his shield, floated back into the Dungeon. It still continued to phase back and forth through various probabilities but this particular area seemed more stable. Occasionally, it looked like Treguard's antechamber. No-one resided in it, though. Hordriss knew what he had to do and where he had to go.
[I need to go and re-read the original book for details. Watch this space! ]
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From within his shield Hordriss looked down, the floor occasionally disappeared to show a bomb room, with the shifting and phasing then the bomb was fully lit, exploding and nothing in short succession. Hordriss stared in amazement for a few second but that was all he would allow himself, he had a task to do and he continued towards it. He carried on a bit through various rooms, the corridor of blades was remarkable, blades shifting this way and that, frozen blades, nothing and then hundreds of blades all at once. Thankfully Hordriss was safe within his shield as he carried on
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[It's great to see this thread rejuvinated! ]
Fear was reciting the incantation as fast as he could. Beads of cold sweat clung to his forehead. Lissard, Sylvester Hands, Raptor, the Miremen and the goblins had long since left but he hadn't noticed, such was the ferocity of his concentration. The forcefield began to form around him as the tower collapsed. With a huge resounding crash that seemed to last forever, followed by the sinister crawl of a large cloud of dust, it was gone. Fear had also disappeared, having safely segregated himself from this phase of the Dungeon. There was just one survivor - a large canine creature with two heads.
The Gruagach slid the last of the tiles into place. The hole in causality caused by Fear's meddling with the past was exactly what he needed to turn the tables. He shrieked with delight.
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Hordriss felt the dungeon lurch and clatter, something had just gone horribly wrong. Marblehead had collapsed. He could see all kinds of creature fleeing in many directions, unaware that there was nowhere to run.
In Treguard's anti-chamber the dungeon master had felt a shake, he realised at last that something was not right, he looked around, Pickle, Majida and Kully were still their waiting impatiently for the next dungeoneer. Then without warning came a massive lurch which knocked them all over and sent various objects in the chamber crashing to the floor. "What ees that tregaurd?" Majida asked getting to her feet.
"This is most uncomfortable master, if you ask me..." Pickle began but was interupted as the next lurch threw him into the wall.
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Treguard watched in horror as Pickle, Majida and Kully vanished for the last time.
"Time makes fools of us all," came the fiendish voice of the Gruagach in Treguard's ears. He stood frozen with fear at the realisation of what was happening.
"Unless, of course, it is on your side," he cackled.
Treguard vanished. A final convulsion gripped the Dungeon. Then there was silence. And then the hideous sound of the Gruagach's laughter started to rattle around the barren antechambers, halls and caverns.
Unknown to the Gruagach, however, there remained some survivors - a wizened Mage, a spiteful sorceror and a large, two-headed dog with a bad temper and an enormous appetite.
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The few survivors surveyed the wreckage of their once proud dungeon home, the dog barked and growled which only fetched down more rubble from the ceiling, its master was nowhere to be found, neither was Mrs G his beloved mistress and no owners meant no bones. The Mage watched from within his shield as the dungeon came to a halt, it was almost completely destroyed. Treguard's anti chamber was visible from the Block and Tackle due to a newly made hole in the ceiling, it was clear Treguard and his helpers were gone.
The Spiteful sorceror surveyed the ruins of his liar, Marblehead and Goth were wrecked and Lissard, Raptor and Sly hand disappeared with the final lurch. His armies of miremen and goblins had fled long before and he appeared to be on his own. As useless as his minions were then he could've used them right now.
The Gruagach was satisfied with its victory, it surveyed its dungeon which it had finally reclaimed after so many years of waiting. It was so pleased it let out another hideous cackle and caused more laughter which rang out throughout the whole dungeon, striking fear into the survivors
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Now, fear was something which rarely struck the canine - it was normally bones or goblin limbs being thrown at him across the room - and the incredulous terror that jabbed him now had an unusual effect. A shuddering, a spluttering, a retching - and an undigested but messy Mally-bou came spiralling out of each of his mouths. They rotated in the grimy air, absorbing the carnage around them with whatever arcane senses they possessed; and if the canine's acute hearing hadn't been dulled by the cacophony of plummeting masonry, he might just have heard the Mally-bous quietly and calmly intoning, "No." They left the confused hound, and moved off in different directions.
Hordriss' finely-polished mind was thrashing this way and that, trying to free itself from his causality shield in a way that his body could not. He thought about Sidriss, her eyes, her walk; it was too late now to tell her who her real father was. The mage's mind was alighting on a momentous question so often asked by others within the now-fallen walls of the Dungeon - 'Where am I?' - when he felt a rhythmic tapping against the causality shield...
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Hordriss despelled his causality shield, the lurches had stopped now and too much longer in there would scramble his delicate mind. The tapping had been coming from some water, the cracked pool from where that irritating Jester took his yearly bath had been dripping its last few drops through his shield. He now knew where he was, in level two. To be very presise he could see two cat statues, one had fallen over and was heavily chipped and the other was missing a head. Neither of them were firing their projectiles anymore and the floor tile was firmly in place. Hordriss walked across the room when all of a sudden he heard a coughing and spluttering from under the rubble.
Emerging from under the rubble was, Hordriss sighed, Elita. Of all the rotten luck then this was one of the worst things to happen to him today.
"Well thanks for NOT helping, face-ache. You think you are so good with your magic but your a scumpot all the same"
Hordriss was seething and on the verge of casting a spell to trap her voice when she said something useful for the first time since Hordiss had met her. "I suppose you would like me to call Smirky for you?"
Hordriss gasped, the great wyrm has survived and this would make transport much easier. He grinned for the first time in the day and said, "One would be most pleased"
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