The Citadel of Chaos: 25, 239, 379, 206, 182, 85, 248: On the Importance of Flight

None shall breach castle Chest!

     Well, that's promising. Not exactly a room I feel deserves a full image, but I can deal. I guess they just want to be very clear as to what the room looks like. Though, really, they should have shown clearly that you could walk around the pit.

     Also, at this scale, i feel that jumping that ravine isn't too crazy.

Hey, you don't tell me when I scratch my head quizzically!

     ... I cast Levitate and go over to the chest, or bring it to me, like a sensible person.

     Why is Levitate not on this list?

     Well, I don't have a Strength Spell, and I am apparently forbidden from using the spell that is perfect for this situation. So, Let's take the rope.

     Well, there's a rope. I suppose there's no reason to waste a spell. Though, it is suspicious that they left it here...

Choice: Plan: 239

One tug and the object falls over the edge... only after that does the fact that it's heavy register. Right.

     Okay, I thought that when I was asked to formulate a plan I'd have some options. We weren't going to jump right to 'lasso the wicked thing'. Yeesh.

      I do have a Levitation Spell, and I guess I have to use it.

     The horrible pit rushing around me, I begin the complex series of gestures and bellow the names of the spirits of gravity. In a moment, I lift upwards, and through my power guide myself out of this horrible mess.

Levitation Used

Choice: Levitate!: 379

Trap? The trap was, "We'll put a rope here, that way they'll pull on the chest, and the weight will carry them down to their death! I mean, unless they let go before that, but, c'mon, what're the chances of that?"

     Dusting my robes and clenching my pained hands, I throw open the door and proceed onwards. "Don't curse the trap maker," I chide myself, "Curse the fool who falls for it."

Choice: Doorway: 206

     
     Well, the tower hasn't been so bad so far. I prepare myself for some new devious-ness, but honestly how bad could it be?

Choice: Doorway: 182

Oh no, a black hole!

     This... this is considerably bad. A force of dark magic that makes my hair tingle on my neck. The laughter makes me whirl around at the darkness. All around me. Cruel, pitiless laughter I haven't heard since childhood. Since the bullies left me scarred.

GANJEES! Oh no, Indian underwear is attacking me!

     I almost slip as the horror fills me. I barely stand erect as the foul visage besets me!

Stamina: 7-2=5

Skill: 12-1=11

Luck: 6-1=5

Nice use of space, Nicholson.

     Oh, it's just an old man. Are you lost, sir?

     Most of the time, when it comes to adversaries at least, I think the art far outclasses the description in delivering that proper menace. This time is the exception.

     So, what are my options anyways?

    I feel like items are the way to go here, but have found precisely bupkis of use. So, let's try some magic.

     Drawing my power towards myself, I sing the song of flame, to bring fire to the darkness, and hopefully ward off these cruel fiends.

Choice: Fire Spell: 85

Ah, yes, lighting the torch. That was what I wanted.

     Uh... can I run for that door on the far side? I'd like to do that.

Stamina: 5-2=3

     The blow strikes me hard. My head begins to ring with pain. I touch my heart, and speak the secret names of the nineteen hearts of the lord of blood. It soothes me. Strength surges through me.

Cast: Stamina

Stamina: 3+7=10

      Enough of this. if it can strike me so, it can be struck. I draw my blade against the darkness.

Choice: Draw: 248

Turning flesh to jelly is the cruelest art of epidórpiomancy.

     I hold my sword against the screaming face, trying to make my arms swing at it. They will not listen.

     This... this isn't going to be the door I saw across the room, is it? The door I actually want.

     As I begin to fall I start to recite the names of the gods of gravity, and make the gestures, by reflex more than thought. I realize before I am done that I have already spent my Levitation Spell, and the gods will not answer my call. Then there is pain and darkness once more. I swear as all goes black I can hear that laughter again.

Choice: Death: Close the Book