Stories tagged “dungeon”
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Ginger: The Caged Bird
I pushed. It seems not all of the stones were mortared in with the rest of the wall. With a little effort, they recessed into a doorway and slid open. I soon found myself in a cavernous room dimly lit by lightorb torches mounted ten yards apart on the ...
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Ginger: The Underground
“The pirates have a castle?” I couldn’t believe it. Hunter blinked at me. “You’re new to the Underground, aren’t you?” “To be honest, I don’t know anything about any Underground. I discovered this t...
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Ginger: A Plan of Sorts
“I’m sorry, this is so much to take in. What are lucies?” “Elucidating hounds,” said Hunter. “They can sniff out secrets. The pirates have been using them to locate our tunnels.” “So there are other tunne...
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Ginger: The Spice of Life
“I shouldn’t waste any more time here,” I said, trying to be resolute. I’d never left Harken before. I wasn’t even aware there was anything beyond Mapless, and found that the idea both intrigued and terrified me. “Be...
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Whish
The blades whirl in their circular dance again and again, day after day, endlessly. The gears spin in unison. No one is around to notice their reliability. No one can hear the deadly, effortless noise they make in motion. whish Ages go by before someon...
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Fantasyland XII
Henry hated hanging around waiting for things to happen, he was a go-getter, which is why hanging around in the melancholic dungeon, surrounded by moaning bodies was insufferable. “Is this going to take long,” he asked while being shackled...
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Fantasyland XIII
“So let me get this straight,” Henry lifted his head to stare at the guard he had now taken a spot on a chair, “you will feed me, give me water, you WON’T beat me or torture me and all I do is hang here until I die?” ̶...
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The Way Out
Hogwash. My people are waiting outside as we speak. But if we don’t make the rendezvous in 15 minutes, we’ll both be drowning in our own vomit in a month. Look, I just need you to stand on that tile while I work on this lever. I’d do ...
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The Demon Sword
Here I await, in deepest dark for some driven soul to penetrate down dungeon corridors scattered with the skeletons and rusted armor of those who tried and failed to release me from my isolation. Is it too much to ask to be freed? Where are the heroes ...
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Come Down and Play
They used to come in droves: wizards, eager to test their magic, thieves to be tested against impossible locks and traps, clerics in company with their gods and warriors, delicious warriors, rippling with muscles, bristling with swords, their armor shi...