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Old 09-29-2010, 01:42 AM   #177 (permalink)
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Originally Posted by Brielle Lambert View Post
As the plant gave a feel shudder than fell lifeless, Brielle dropped her arm downed to the side, her wand still clutched in her hand. Her chest heaved, up and down, the breaths coming in fast succession, with her hand she ran her fingers through her hair; Success the plant was dead.

Lifting her leg, Brielle went to step over the lifeless plant, but something stopped her in her tracks.

In the centre of the clump of lifeless vines something glittered, shiny in the dark recesses of the caves. Bending down, Brielle used the her wand tip to move away the severed, scorched and icy tendrils.

Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Your wand hits something hard underneath the leafy wreckage. If you tug it out with your wand, you'll see it's a key.

Large, heavy and simple, it is rusted.

As you do, however, you hear a rumbling and the floor beneath you shakes as the beanstalk has continued to grow and has, indeed, broken through the top of the cave. The holes are not large enough to climb out of, if you could even get good footing on the stalk. But, they are large enough to let light stream in. Slight tendrils curl off the main stalk and the light shining through reflects off something attached to one of them. It's just out of reach, unless you'd like to try to stretch and risk falling.

Elsewhere in your general vicinity, one aptly placed hole allows light to shine down illuminating a door. A door! Upon further inspection, however, a large, rusted padlock stands between you and what looks like your best exit.


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Originally Posted by Monique Bernard View Post
Monique held her breath waiting to see if the key worked. It seemed like ages until she finally heard the click. She slowly pushed the door open. She looked around. There was just a steep corridor.

Really? Was she done? She took a deep breath. Smelled like... FRESH AIR! Monique had done it. She was free. Smiling, she held tightly in one hand the mirror and tightly in her other her wand. She then headed up the slope in a run.
As the champion exits, the door closes behind her.
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