>>5318668It takes you a while to recover. Chalking it up to the post-puke nausea and the fireballs tossing you around like a frisbee, you give yourself a few moments before opening your eyes again.
Adjusting to the new blue-tinted lights, your eyes can barely believe themselves as you peer around a disheveled, but completely demon-free chamber!
“<span class="mu-s">WOOHOO!</span>” Talbot roars from across the chasm, “<span class="mu-s">THAT’S HOW YA’ DO IT!</span>”
As Lil’ Stanley joins him in a victory screech, you spot Art and Syb, uh… playing, well… ‘<span class="mu-i">tonsil hockey</span>’ amidst a pile of deactivated golems! Oof, now you’re nauseous again!
“Dat…” Mutters Ly’s disembodied voice, “Dat’ was a close call, kiddo… one of da’ <span class="mu-s">Top 10</span> in <span class="mu-i">my</span> book…”
Responding with a weak chuckle, you instinctively draw your <span class="mu-g">BONE CLAWS</span> as a familiar figure emerges from a pile of rubble:
“Oh <span class="mu-i">good</span>...” Teevor groans, his cloak hanging in tatters over his <span class="mu-b">GOODBOYNIUM-COATED SKELETON,</span> “We didn’t <span class="mu-i">die</span>. Hooray for me…”
Before you can approach him, you hear a trill of beeps coming from the console you just activated. Raising an eyebrow in its direction, confusion builds as the ringing continues… some kind of communication, perhaps?
You’re still rattled, but you probably ought to do something… <span class="mu-i">sheesh</span> your stomach stings!
>ANSWER THE RINGING!>APPROACH TEEVOR–IS HE BACK TO HIS STUCK-UP SELF?>TRY TO FIND A PATH BACK TO YOUR PALS–YOU’RE KINDA STUCK RIGHT NOW!>WRITE-IN!That's all for tonight, by the way--got plans until later and they're starting soon! Should have more for you guys <span class="mu-g">MONDAY AROUND 11-12PM PST!</span> Thanks for playing and for making a rough decision--there were a few ways that could have gone and well...
... yea, I'm not sayin' nothin'. Save it for the post-quest QA sesh, dudes!
