The Dungeons

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The Dungeon

Open for touring, there are no real prisons left down here. It, too, is decorated for the party, so if you're easily scared, beware! Your host would like to warn you of the slick stone steps, as they have given him many a nasty fall.

Posts : 50 Join date : 2010-10-30

Lingering of selves long departed permeated. Once a scene now a dripping dank one sided gate, lock quite rusted. An occurrence had gripped and slacked and departed. Lingering, lingering, but gone. This dank was of curiosity, peculiarity. Less of clamor and clatter, and reversely of hushed secrecy. Well-matched, an adequate place to watch and not-see all proceedings. To linger and gain dust, a skill worth having. Perhaps a straggler, a lamb of devious intentions? Or a sacrificial wolf?

To wonder, to wonder, perhaps in total. The acts, the troupe, may their strings not snap and clatter.