Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-26807691-20150814030959

The stone wall was actually quite cold. Angeline shifted onto a different one, one that didn't feel like stone at all. In fact...

After brushing away some centuries-old moss, the patchwork girl discovered an old, rotting, barely-there-at-all wooden door. It took a while to get it open, but once it was, she discovered an ancient skeleton with a rusty dagger in its skeletal hand. 'Ew,' she mouthed, stepping over it into a small passage. A heartbeat later, she decided to take the blade, then continued on.

The passage lead to a rock-cut corridor, with a couple bushes but otherwise looking pretty dead. Angeline's attention was drawn, however, by the girl lying next to one of the seemingly innocent plants, with a toxic-looking barb embedded in her hand.

"Um, hello? Excuse me? Miss, um, person-I-don't know?" Angeline tried, not wanting to get too close until she knew what'd happened.