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Old July 9th, 2013 (05:06 AM). Edited July 9th, 2013 by Cutlerine.
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> Inventory and Bad Egg checks.

Othodox's Inventory:

Ceremonial Sword x1
Elm's Key x1
Fig x6
Fine Ruby x3
Glorious Great Diamond x1
Gorgeous Sapphire x2
Grimoire x1
Hideously Dangerous Stabby Thing x1
Highly Persuasive Handgun x1
Loaded Portable Spratchery (Two Shots) x1
Master Ball x1
MooMoo Milk x2
Pot of Incense x1
Rocks x13
Sacred Ash x1
Sodden Lava Cookie x1
Sturdy Scale x3
TM01 Focus Punch x6

Elm's Inventory:

'Tea' Flask x7
Blessed Staff x1
Cooking Pot x2
Cutlery Set x6
Empty Bottle x7
Fearsome Idol x1
Fibreglass Rock Wall x1
Folding Chair x10
Fuel Cell (Full) x2
Fuel Cell (Half Depleted) x1
Laptop x1
Limpet x52
Master Ball x1

Vesta's Inventory:

Adamantine Silken Skin x1
BOUNDLESS HUNGER x1
EXPANDED ELOQUENCE x1
FILIAL LOVE x1
MEMORIES OF LIGHT x1
Smoke x∞
UNDYING LOYALTY x1

Jasmine's Inventory:

Iron Maggot x13

The Egg Watch: Sounds can be heard coming from inside! It will hatch soon!

> LEEROY JENKINS!! ...I mean go forth.

In the main part of the ruin, where the old sliding tile puzzle used to be, is a set of stairs that descend deep into an illimitable blackness.

You climb down the stairs by the light of Vesta's eyes, and once you reach the corridor below the grinding of stone above comes to your ears: you will not be returning this way.

You stand, as far as you can make out, in a small, square room. On one wall is an inscription in Unown runes that reads:


“Of course,” you say, suddenly seeing it all. “Oh, of course...”

“What is it?” asks Vesta.

“I figured out what it is,” you reply. “And I figured out how we save the world.” You take the Bad Egg out and stare at it. “I was given this for a reason,” you say. “It has to hatch, and it has to hatch here. You see—”

Boom.

You start and turn abruptly as dirt patters from the ceiling.
Boom.

Something above you is smashing through the stone to get to you.

Boom.

You remember that Quilava can learn Dig.

Boom.

“Guys,” you say, putting the Egg away and taking Vesta's hand, “it's time to run.”

“Run where?” cries Elm but you know the ruins, you were built for this place, and you're already sprinting away down the corridor that you knew would be there, down into the dark, deep down under the earth as the Quilava continues its relentless assault above.

“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” asks Jasmine, her body creaking and groaning in protest at the speed it is forced to travel at.

“Anywhere!” you reply. “Just away from that thing!”

And you run, and you run, until even you are lost, and you find yourself in a hall, huge and echoing, with a richly carved floor and walls thick with Unown lettering. There is no visible light source, but somehow the room is evenly, if dimly, illuminated.

To the north is a distant figure.

To the south are the tunnels.

To the east and west are doorways to further tunnels.

There are Elegant Carvings here.

There are Secrets Writ in Stone here.

The stone is giving way.

The infection spreads. Elm is Inconvenienced.



Note: I love it when I have a reason to use my Unown font.
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