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!!RkFQIQOO6xk 01/05/12(Thu)22:07 No.17437773>>17437630 >>17437699 >>17437705 >>17437716
Well, there really ISN'T any other way to go, is there? You lizard-dash into the tunnel, wriggling to and fro as you skeddadle on all of your rather numerous legs.
The tunnel... well, it's too narrow to fly through, sadly, so you're confined to even more walking. Or maybe it has to do with the fact that you're definitely larger than you were before. Stars know how the hell you manage to fly, with all the armor plating and spikes and ELDRITCH HORRORS all over your body.
The walls are made of dirt, though there are a few strange wooden structures placed throughout the tunnel, as if they're there to hold the ceiling up. Embedded within the walls are bone fragments of creatures long-dead, though they're more rock than bone at this point. Probably not what the crystal-favored woodfolk were after, given that them bones are still actually here.
The sound of hysterical... sobbing? Giggling? Gurgling? seems to get louder, the deeper in you go. Once you go around a bend, though, there's a good deal of light, and... there he is.
Seventeen, the one forgeslug in your employ(?), is sitting with his back to you; strewn about the cavern floor are the strange metal innards of the metal boxes that attacked you. The otherwise featureless cavern itself is actually fairly well-lit, thanks to a few rusty braziers that are filled with burning forgeslug metallic barf.
... he seems to be tinkering with something, but he hasn't noticed you yet.
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