The ground broke below him, he hit wood, and the teen thought he had reached the treasure below...but his eyes widened as the hole began to widen further and further without help. Whatever support there was there had just given way! He tried to climb up, even using the shovel as a way to try to pull himself up, but the ground fully gave under his weight and he tumbled into the open hole below as bits of the door that broke under his feet scratched at him...
...during the fall, a ladder emerges nearby, allowing him to grab hold tight and stop his fall with both hands before hooking his feet onto it as well. [say]"That was close,"[/say] he said with a gulp before he noticed something peculiar.
He was already at the ladder's top, even though the hole was way above...wait, what hole? Belril had looked up to see the opening he fell through shrink shut in front of his eyes, widening in surprise. [say]"I...guess there's no way to go, but down,"[/say] Belril said as he began to move down...
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He soon stepped on what felt like hard ground, causing him to look down to see sandstone beneath his feet. Once his feet were solid on the ground, he finally let go of the ladder and stood on his own again. He glanced back up before muttering to himself, [say]"I wonder who else made it here?"[/say]
A flickering of light caught his eye, prompting him to turn, but what he saw confused him. It was a firefly, down here, but it was made of...gemstones? Belril suddenly became nervous at the sight...for it usually meant one thing. [say]"Did the gods make this place,"[/say] he asked in concern, gulping as he followed the firefly out of the spot to see at least one other nearby. If the gods, specifically the old gods, were behind this place, the odds were against him getting out of here in one piece...and that wasn't a comforting thought.
He then began to see others gathering in one spot in front of two pathways on the opposite side of everyone, though he stayed hidden in his own tunnel for the moment. He began to watch as everyone else began to pick their paths, especially Wessex. He didn't want her to worry about him, at least not yet.
As soon as the 'Queen of the Hollowed Grounds' moved into one of the paths, Belril would dip into the other pathway to better guaranteed the chance of someone from the place he was growing to call home getting through more of this...
Belril is moving to the opposite tunnel that Wessex is going into for this round.
...during the fall, a ladder emerges nearby, allowing him to grab hold tight and stop his fall with both hands before hooking his feet onto it as well. [say]"That was close,"[/say] he said with a gulp before he noticed something peculiar.
He was already at the ladder's top, even though the hole was way above...wait, what hole? Belril had looked up to see the opening he fell through shrink shut in front of his eyes, widening in surprise. [say]"I...guess there's no way to go, but down,"[/say] Belril said as he began to move down...
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He soon stepped on what felt like hard ground, causing him to look down to see sandstone beneath his feet. Once his feet were solid on the ground, he finally let go of the ladder and stood on his own again. He glanced back up before muttering to himself, [say]"I wonder who else made it here?"[/say]
A flickering of light caught his eye, prompting him to turn, but what he saw confused him. It was a firefly, down here, but it was made of...gemstones? Belril suddenly became nervous at the sight...for it usually meant one thing. [say]"Did the gods make this place,"[/say] he asked in concern, gulping as he followed the firefly out of the spot to see at least one other nearby. If the gods, specifically the old gods, were behind this place, the odds were against him getting out of here in one piece...and that wasn't a comforting thought.
He then began to see others gathering in one spot in front of two pathways on the opposite side of everyone, though he stayed hidden in his own tunnel for the moment. He began to watch as everyone else began to pick their paths, especially Wessex. He didn't want her to worry about him, at least not yet.
As soon as the 'Queen of the Hollowed Grounds' moved into one of the paths, Belril would dip into the other pathway to better guaranteed the chance of someone from the place he was growing to call home getting through more of this...
Belril is moving to the opposite tunnel that Wessex is going into for this round.
