>>5713055>>5713075"Oh, yeah." Your brow furrows.. that's right. You recall your lady mentioned that dungeon puzzles from centuries past were recycled into the common core at the capitol. You did plenty of these in your first year. "Okay, one second.."
You begin to trace your finger along the letters, and like scrolls, each word character in a pale green glow as you circle them one after another. You pull back in just a few short minutes’ time to a constellation of glowing characters, starlight sinking into the stone facade. You always were good with basic pattern recognition!
A great rumble begins to shake the room as the light–and even the letters drawn into the stone--seem to sink into the wall. You take a few steps back as the tremor crawls up along your boots and into your stomach. The mechanisms of the dungeon turns with a great, tumultuous growl, as the magical clockwork drags stone from stone and opens a new hole in the wall.
You peer into the dark. The opening reveals a low, stone staircase that crawls into the dark below. You feel a GREAT and DEEP magical power from deep within, and you know it in just a moment’s time–this must be the pathway to the heart of the dungeon–..
“Ah! This is it.. the DUNGEON MASTER’S CHAMBER. You feel it too, right?” The knight looks down into the pit. You place a hand on his back to prevent an unfortunate trip. “The domicile of the demon lord.”
“Okay, team. I’ll keep watch up here.” Bredbeddle peers over your shoulder. "Good luck."
>Tread down the stairs. You suppose there’s no better time than now.>Pull back. You daren’t tread down there. You’ll have to look elsewhere.>Wait. You should concoct a plan, first. Maybe you can cheat, or figure out a way to beat him without even going down there.>[Write-In.] 