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[aellesaan]

Wanderings in Mac’Aree: The Final piece.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

At the base of the pedestal the following was written in Argussian, an ancient old dialect: "I get cut, but I never bleed. I have teeth, but I don’t bite. I get put on a ring, but I’m not a diamond. I get turned, but I’m not a page." Beside this inscription was a round metal ring, looking remarkably familiar as the other projectors the Construct had used, this one only containing a button, perhaps a summon in case they got stuck?

Ash was the first to the pedestal which held the key, followed by a bouncy Aellesaan, but it was clear that he had no idea what this strange writing said. He stood there, scratching his head for a moment, looking at the weird chicken scratch, but was unable to decipher it. He looks back to Aellesaan and raises a brow "You have any idea what this nonsense is?" He points at the writing, then his eyes fall to the button, and his eyes light up. "Oooh, I wonder what this does..." Ash , not knowing if it was some sort of self destruct button, not really having paid attention to much of what the emotionally sensitive can opener had said before, besides the fact that it seemed very quick to anger and sounded more like a five year old throwing a tantrum than any real threat, presses the button rapid fire, mashing down on it as if he had hoped it was a call button for food service.

As Ash mashed down the button, Aellesaan patiently waited. "I wonder if there is food after this for a reward. I want a burrito right now; preferably a roasted orc burrito. Have you ever had orc before? Tastes quite delicious." Realizing she was rambling, yet again, she looked at the other Draenei. "Any of you old folk know how to read this scribbly mess?"

Ashaar grinned at Aellesaan and nodded.” That's what I was hoping, actually. I hoped this was some sort of food call button, maybe they'd give us some food for being so patient and awesome." Food was all he really had on his mind since dropping his sandwich, and his grumbling stomach was certainly making a fuss. He mashed the button a few more times, looking at the circle with a furrowed brow "Come on, you hulking mass of mechanical ignorance, give us snacks!"

If that button had of been a destruction button or in any way dangerous well oh boyyyy lets just say Ash would not have had a great day oh no not at all. As it were, it was lucky for him it was not dangerous, and it didn't seem to do much of anything yet besides emitting a glow a pattern which emitted onto the pad that seemed insignificant so far. Epilvik blinked at Aellesaan shaking his head in surprise. "Wait.. orc burritos? like orc meat.. it tastes nice.. really? But they are filthy animals... hardly better than a rapid dog... I’m very surprised, though pleased at the same time as well. Least they serve one decent purpose, and better yet they have to be dead to do it." Epilvik commented morbidly, as unaware as the others of how to read the script, so he watched to see what the pad would do. They certainly didn't get snacks, not even close, instead... it was their favourite mechanical construct as it blinked into existence, seemingly having been disturbed from whatever it was doing. "What the- oh it’s you again... and you’re all wet," It said laughing hysterically in amusement as it looked at Ash, though it stopped haltingly as it looked to Aelle. "Well you made it through. You guessed right, but you got dumped on, and very well. Guess my help would have been useful, huh?" it questioned with immense satisfaction. "So now I bet you want me to read that puzzle for you huh? Well well well... give me one good reason why I should do so?" He said nearly ready to leave this group stuck in this place.

Aellesaan smiled kindly at him, and waved. "Hello again dear old friend. I must say, thank you immensely for your guidance. I have heard a saying before: Two heads are better than one. It was a pleasure to work with you on this. However, would you be so kind as to teach me what this script says? I do love learning, especially from a handsome fella as yourself. Your armour is so nicely cleaned and shined." Her kind words, plus being in a wet t-shirt should work on him she hoped. Isn't that what all men wanted? She wondered.

Ash frowned as the only thing that appeared in the circle was that annoying construct. "Great, this asshole again. Don't you have a scrap heap convention to get to? You better have brought some fucking snacks, you cantankerous, bug-ridden vending machine." He was having fun coming up with new, and inventive insults for the arrogant chuck of scrap metal, whether or not it was helping their cause. He looked at Aellesaan with a raised brow, and half a grin "Seriously? Gonna try charming the can opener?" He gives a bit of a shrug, and looks at the Curator "Hey, tell us what that says, and she'll show you her boobs." He hoped that would work, after all, the thing did seem to have a bit of a crush on the spunky space goat. He waited patiently for the construct to reply, hoping it wasn't some dumb riddle again.

Aellesaan glared at Ash angrily. "My breasts are mine not yours. Watch yourself before you end up with frozen limbs you dim witted goat faced Draenei! Go grow your own pair of tits," she said with a huff.

Ash's face went blank as Aelle yelled at him; a slight pout formed on his lips as he blinked a few times at her. He turned back to the construct and glared. "See what you did? You made me upset her! You should be ashamed of yourself, you defective trash compactor!" He huffs and gives Aelle a nod, like he had just fixed things.

"Oh, for crying out loud, here!" Kairyth finally snaped, looking up from where she'd been studying the writing. Her lips moved soundlessly as she squinted and puzzled over the archaic writing. She reached into one of the many pouches at her belt and shoves a desiccated strip of... something... at Ash. "Eat this, it's good for you. " The something, should Ash be bold enough to try it, would prove to be smoked and dried clefthoof of a sort many Rangari carried on their person -  flavorful despite its unappetizing appearance, and sufficient to keep one's teeth busy and the worst of hunger pangs at bay for a time. With a huff, and ignoring Aeiia's pleased exclamations over her "generosity," Kairyth turns back to the writing. "My Pop made me learn... hmmm. Been a while..." She stops, looking blank. "I'm almost certain this says "teeth." Something about teeth. Or cactus. And this one here," She taped the writing with one stained fingertip. "Blood. Or bleeding. Or possibly uh... juice?" She sat back on her hooves with a groan, swiping water from her face irritably. She took a long drink from her second-best flask. "Well this is useless."

If the construct could beam properly, it likely would at the pretty Draenic ladies words. The construct turned to address her properly, so far being the only one there that has cared anything about him, and that treated him with even a modicum of the immense respect he considered himself entitled to. "Least there is one amongst you who sees greatness before you. Why can't the rest of you be like her? She at least was clearly raised right!" He commented huffily to the others as Aellesaan flirted with him openly, enjoying the compliments that she paid him. Unfortunatly before he had an opportunity to respond to Aellesaan, good ol Ash butted in again with the insults. The construct immediately swung its fury toward him; reached out as it flicked the man on the nose... hard. "Oi deaf prick... haven't you learnt by now insulting those you need help from isn't of value?" It questioned him rhetorically with a  voice full of loathing for the man. He tilted his head though at Ash's suggestion. "Oh is she now.. well... huh.... hmm..." The curator responded going silent as if seriously contemplating that offer before he noticed Aellesaan angrily responded to Ash, looking near ready to hit the man in the face. He made a soft chuckling noise at seeing someone else put him down.

"See what I did? It was you who were dumb enough to open your mouth unable to keep it in your pants! Just because you can’t appreciate what you already have, with her before you in a wet shirt, you had to try pushing it. Don’t you try pushing that on me now bucko, oh no no no, you’re just a dim witted little man,” It responded back huffily bending to look straight on at him, acting every bit like two males fighting over the same female, and indeed that is what it was, after all beyond being in a construct he was indeed a Draenic male. He watched as one of the wild people angrily stalked over to Ash and threw some sort of food at him and bossed him around quite maternally it seemed. Was it his mother? Truthfully the construct couldn’t give a shit. Kairyth would get a few of the words right, but nowhere near enough to learn the full riddle. "Hmm you got a few words... but oh my my my... you are never going to guess the answer like that, and you only have three guesses before your sealed in here forever, so you better think through it," It told them smugly satisfied in its superior knowledge. "My Light, how do they not teach you language nowadays? Young people, humpf."

Though clearly pleased to see that Kairyth had shared something - anything - Aeiia is also wet and cold and verging on grumpy - none of which suits her temperament. Perhaps that's why, though she smiles sweetly as ever at the construct, her words are laced with salt. "There is no inherent virtue in being old, you know. It simply takes a long time." She turns her attention to the Rangari she'd purportedly feared for decades. "If your lessons under your father's tutelage were anything like mine..." She shudders, forcibly shaking off the memory and composing her features carefully. "The knowledge is there, you must simply find it." She sighed sadly, looking from Kairyth, to the inscription, to the ball of Light in her palm. "This will hurt." "What do--" but the words died on Kairyth's lips, fading to a whimper and then a near-howl of pain as, moving swiftly - more swiftly than Kairyth would have thought her able - Aeiia pushed her palm flat against the words, and clasped her own hand to the scarred tattoo on Kairyth's shoulder. Aeiia's jaw snapped shut with an audible crack of teeth against teeth and the ball of Light in her free hand shuddered violently, twisting and contorting into meaningless shapes, runes, and figures with increasing speed. This continued for several long moments - the kneeling Rangari's screams echoed from the chamber walls, Aeiia's muscles were rigid, until suddenly, abruptly, it ceased. Kairyth's fury was palpable as she wrenched her hand away from the writing, swiping angrily at the trickle of bright blue blood from her nose. "I still can't even read it, you bitch!" She snapped, then stared, open-mouthed. Aeiia gasped for breath, panting sharply. "Mind magic..." she whispered with a moue of distaste. But there, gleaming brightly an inch above her palm, was the shining but unmistakable image of a key.

Ash rubbed his temple a bit as people around him began bickering, possibly a headache from lack of food, possibly from the bickering, but he gladly accepted the jerky from Kairyth, not questioning what it was, simply devouring it. After chewing for what seemed like five minutes, holding a finger up to the construct to let it know he was about to speak again, he swallowed the jerky, and tilted his head a bit to look back at the Curator. "Fine, I will try to be nice, as long as you stop being a complete dick. Deal?" He puts his hand out to shake the construct's hand, but leans forward with a glare. "But let me make one thing abundantly clear...you ever fucking flick me again, and I will toss your rusty metal ass onto one of those sun tiles and watch you melt, you got me?"

Soaking wet, and beginning to feel slightly grumpy, Aellesaan watched the chaos begin to unfold before her. She highly disliked encountering so many loud noises, and the screaming on top of it, made her curl in on her self. Memories of her childhood began to trickle through her mind which left her a curled up, shaking mess. She desperately found a wall, and sat against it, humming to herself to block out the images. She might as well rest while everyone else tried to figure out the scribbles.

Whilst all of this madness had continued on, Danarshi refused to move from the spot in which he landed from scaling the rung course - at least not until he had caught his breath and recovered from his efforts; lazy old fool. As his companions crossed the course of engraved tiles, he simply watched them, learning the answer via the easy way, again; sly reprobate. Although they were rather distant, he could roughly hear the exchange, that of which was consumed by obvious confusion, and then overridden by the blood-curdling screams of Kairyth. At that moment, Danarshi shot up on to his hooves and raced across the tiles, his robes were now utterly drenched from head to toe from the gallons of water that poured down upon him, like the wrath of the titans themselves. The Anchorite stood before the group, awkwardly, water audibly and visibly dripping down on to the stone floor beneath him. "Forgive me for the delay. What did I miss?" he suddenly inquired. So far, he had proved himself as quite the dead weight.

The construct turned its annoyance to a second female, looking bored towards her. "Hm.. something a child would comment, how appropriate considering..." He commented making a sound of what would have amounted to a yawn though watched in interest at the idea of one of the Draenei hurting another. He jumped, startled, as would Epilvik and Rhuua, as Aeiia's action surprised and horrified them with what she was doing, so callously injuring and harming another of their party. Even if she was a rude grumpy butt, and it wasn't fleeting pain either, but the screaming continued, lasting and going on and on as Aeiia must have probed Kairyth's mind for the answers she desired. The anger and fury of Kairyth was palpable when Aeiia finally released her, the Construct assumed the other girl would try and kill this Draenei for what had clearly been a horrifically painful experience. However he noticed Aeiia's hand and the shape glowing above it. "What the fuck... how the ... damn," It commented with a sigh, saddened by the development.

It looked down at Ash when the Vindicator approached it and offered him friendship, making him wait as if considering it for several minutes. "Fine... I guess I can tolerate you, for the time I need to put up with you, but you better behave yourself in the future. Also the idea of you tossing me is laughable... this frame is extraordinarily heavy," It said amused at the thought this provoked.

The rest of the group or any who were looking would be able to witness the glass container slowly sliding into the floor, revealing now suspended, seemingly just in the air, the solid piece of ruby, intricately and ornately carved and shaped. The entire length seemed to serve a purpose from the regular teeth part of the key to the elaborate hilt of it too. The final piece they required to unlock the Vault of Archimonde; where they could then seize the scepter that they had been seeking. The trials and tribulations finally over, having gathered all three items they needed to complete the unlocking sequence. It was then however that a disembodied voice, soft, almost whispering, almost as if it was in their very heads, both there, and then not there, as it spoke to them, "Do not go any further. What you seek will take your very souls. Don’t fall like so many others before you. He wants you to take it." Before it fell silent, it would answer no more from them, as the Construct looked to them. "Well well well... Looks like you succeed, guess now all that’s left is for you to delve into the vault at the great university." He commented casually.

Danarshi's inquiry had almost immediately answered itself as the glass casing around the ruby key slid away, leaving their prize for the taking, or so it seemed. As the mysterious voice filled their minds in warning, concern was quick to seep into the veins of Danarshi. Whilst he struggled to determine the source of the message, suspecting that it may, perhaps, be Shadow, or Arcane magic, he mustered a mighty breath and then stepped forward, towards the key. "Wait. Something is amiss," the Anchorite warned his companions. He stood in front of the key to ensure they could not take it. "It is due to the efforts of you, and you only, that we have survived this labyrinth, my brothers and sisters. Please, allow the burden of seizing the key to be my own. If the worse shall come to pass, at least it will have been I who shielded you all from it." Danarshi insisted in a somber tone. Allowing his companions barely a matter of seconds to try and stop him, he turned himself towards the ruby key and lifted his right arm, courageously grasping it within his right hand. As his hand encased the key, he closed his eyes and focused upon the inner Light within him, hoping that it would be enough to shield him if something were to occur.

The majority of this time, Phaelastra had kept to the shadows as much as possible - quietly following the group's lead. However... at Danarshi's comment, she slowly took the bow off her back, her free hand ready to arm it with an arrow. Her breaths were slow and even; however, every muscle remained tense. While she may not be in the center of the gathering, she could at least hopefully prevent something from happening if her rangari senses are able to pick up on them.

Danarshi, all the ceremony and bravery that he showed, his willingness to put himself into danger and sacrifice himself should it have been necessary, willfully placing himself between his people and a danger that he did perceive. However... it was for naught, he grasped the key, lifted the key, and it came away smoothly of whatever gravity well it had been in, becoming a regular key in his hand. Albeit considering what it was made of, extremely heavy, but they had completed the task, the key was secure, and they were all alive and safe. The Construct tapped its foot loudly. "If you people are well and truly finished, you can all gather here. There is no way back but through this teleport. If you  don’t come with the group, you’ll be stuck here and I am NOT making multiple trips, so get your butts over here. You can celebrate and exalt one another after I get to leave," It complained reminding them of its presence.

Aellesaan having quieted herself down from the previous chaos and screaming, shuffled over to the construct. The whole adventure had hit her, and she felt tired, hungry, and grumpy. She would still of course, be humming to herself with an odd smile on her face.

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[aellesaan]

Wanderings in Mac’Aree: Part Four

Part one

Part two 

Part three

Aellesaan laughed at the disturbed skull, and laughed even louder as they were whisked away. "Joy ride time! Wee!"

As they were bounced about, Aellesaan attempted to keep her breasts in her low cut, white shirt. However, as they were tossed out of the coffin, the shirt ended up sliding over which allowed one to escape. With a shriek, she hastily adjusted herself, and quickly scoured the crowd with her eyes to make sure no one saw. That just would not do.

Ash frowned as soon as the skull disappeared. He was looking forward to having a new play thing, and Phae had no idea what she was talking about, teeth made an excellent butt scratcher. As the lights went out again, and he felt himself lurch forward, he was caught by surprise for a moment, but the coffin started lunging forward on what seemed to be a track; this was very exciting for Ash. He had never been on such a ride, but this was thrilling. He threw his hands in the air and let out a loud "Wooohoooo!" as the coffin sped them towards light knew what kind of fate. He had completely forgotten about his disappointment from the sandwich. He only worried that some weak-stomached goat was gonna lose their lunch on him from the tumbling ride. As the coffin came to a stop and popped upright, he scrambled out. "Damn that was fun! Can we do that again? Ooooh, I bet it's even more fun on the way down!"

It was then that the Curator chose to remake his appearance. "You idiots survived? How the fuck.... no matter. You made it this far, but by the nights end, Sarloth will still feast on your souls. He will be satiated and this whole endeavor will be at an end," It commented, satisfied in its assumptions as the room revealed itself. The first 50 meters of floor dropped out to an abyss, going down, down, down. So far down that what seemed to be ladder rungs appeared overhead, like monkey bars little kids played on. Further on, the floor erupted into light patterns, brightly shining. "There now lets see, hmm? I am thinking of a number, double it, then add six, then half that number, and then subtract the number I started with. What number I started with, is the rung you must avoid." He offered to them.

Ash turned around at hearing the Curator's voice, furrowing his brow. "Great, here's this asshole again, spoiling the fun." The frown on his face showed his utter disdain for the large construct, even in holographic form, he wanted to punch it. He furrowed his brow angrily. "Really? Math problems? An ancient, all powerful structure like yourself, and you're quizzing us on math? Have you got nothing better to do? Are you lonely? I think the giant can opener just needs a hug."

As the curator spoke back up, and Ash hammered it with rather harsh words, Aellesaan smiled kindly at him. "I hope he likes compliments. Although, his riddles are rather easier than I thought if it's all that is guarding this scepter. Unless anyone objects, the answer is 3. I'm famished." Promptly sitting down, she dug into her bottomless bag and pulled out a sandwich. A squished sandwich, with some questionable red on the baggie, but a sandwich nonetheless. The red doesn't even faze her as she mawed down on it viciously, as if a primal hunger was threatening to her stomach if she did not comply to it’s demands.

Ash's stomach grumbled as he looked down at the spunky mage's sandwich, and he himself grumbled, thinking again of the sandwich he had dropped. "I sure hope that's the answer." He looked up at the ladder rungs and grined. He was all too familiar with this game, one of his favorite things to play back at the orphanage: monkey bars! He looked over to Aellesaan, and eyed her sandwich for a minute, then looked back up at the bars. He decided he trusted her intelligence enough, after all, she had answered all the other riddles. He jumped up and grabbed the first bar, and promptly swung to the second, doing a wide arc to skip the third. The curators directions weren't exactly clear, on if he should just skip the third, or every third after that, so he figured he'd skip every third rung, just to be safe. His athleticism was on display as he effortlessly swung across the bars, all the while calling out "One, two, skip, one, two, skip, one, two, skip...". He seemed to have no care, nor fear of what laid below them, in that dark abyss, and even paused half way across to bring up a hefty chunk of phlegm to spit it down into the darkness in hopes he hit whatever was down there, and then promptly continued swinging "One, two, skip, one, two, skip..."

The Curator  turned his head angrily at Ash as it head his comment. "Oh yeah well fuck you too buddy, are all the men in your group such dicks? At least the women have good looking butts... only redeeming value of having to interact with you idiots," It complained loudly at the situation it was forced to find itself in. However surprisingly enough if any of them did look behind themselves they wouldn't see a coffin any longer, no instead all there was, was a plain office wall, no sign of where they had come from was left any longer. "Besides you got the other puzzles right, but you don’t look very smart, so I bet you can't do mathematics," He spoke, articulating the words as if insulting him on his use of the shortened version.

The Curator looked over at Aellesaan, her positivity and warmness leaving him unsure and confused of how to act and react in response to her. After being somewhat dumbstruck, he finally responded. "Umm.. no oh no no he doesn't... Wait what?! Come on you have to know what the answer to that was?" He responded back sighing in exasperation. "And NO its not the scepter you’re after... sheesh it’s a key. Funnily enough a literal key rather than a metaphor, but a key none the less. The key gets you the scepter though." He added brightly as he watched her sit down on the floor and began to munch on a sandwich. Ash certainly was the daring type so it seemed, and luckily enough for him Aellesaan's answer provided the solution to the puzzle as well, or at least kept him from falling down, as he successfully swung past several groupings of bars. It was when he spat down into the darkness that his first mistake was made as a furious roar erupted, and a long clawed blackness reached for him, only coming within feet of grasping his legs. As he looked down he would see eyes of molten fury, and a mouth snarled open in utter rage, and hunger.

Ash would successfully come to land only several meters from the pedestal now, within throwing distance, as he stood across the canyon from them. While there was no Curator this time, instead there was simply a pattern of three symbols: one of the sun, one of water and one of stone. The floor pattern matched these symbols entirely, and if they were to inspect the symbols they would find ash on some, and crumbled pebbles and stone on others.

"Well?" Kairyth gestured toward Dayton, then looked from the ladder with the Vindicator disappearing into the darkness, to Aeiia (both of whom have totally been here all along). "He's a moron, but I'm not leaving him here." Aeiia, for her part, hardly glanced up from the tightly compacted ball of Light rolling in her palm. Bright enough to illuminate her own lovely features and a few inches before her, but by no means to penetrate the inky blackness above and below them; it is unclear whether the ball is a weapon or residual nervous energy. She wiggled her fingers at Dayton, smiling faintly at the undignified yelp which escaped the wolf when his paws lifted from the floor in the simple levitation spell. He looked almost frantically from the Anchorite to his mistress and sneezed, violently, three times. Kairyth rolled her eyes and snagged his nearest leg - a back one, unfortunately for him - with her tail, coiling it securely around the appendage before jumping up and catching hold of the first rung of the ladder. "Moron," she muttered, amidst a few other choice words as she followed Ash's example, skipping every third rung of the ladder as she followed him, and towing her poor wolf in all his indignity behind her. Aeiia stared after the Rangari for a moment before she tucked her ball of Light into her sleeve and stomped - somewhat more huffily than is her wont- over to the precipice and peered after Kairyth. "You are a terrible bodyguard," She announced, before duplicating Dayton's levitation spell on herself and jumping up to begin her own ascent. "Yeah, yeah. Suck it," Kairyth's voice trailed back from the darkness. Clearly she was unbothered by Aeiia's opinion.

Aellesaan finished her squished PB&J sandwich while she observed the others go across the ladder rungs. She was great at riddles, and sometimes math. No one appeared the wiser she had guessed three, and not known for sure. It was likely just as well Aellesaan didn't reveal the truth surrounding her guessing of the answer to this particular problem. After all, the first volunteers sure wouldn't find it as amusing or fun as she herself did, having put their lives on the line so quickly in their trust. However, gymnastics was not her thing; she was rather klutzy. With a deep  breath, and her heart nearly in her throat, she jumped up to grab the first bar, and nearly missed. She swung to the second with a grunt, and with luck, grasped firmly onto the fourth. Her palms had begun to slip on the smooth bars with her fearful sweating, and about halfway through, one of her hands did slip. A shrill shriek elicited from her mouth, and without thinking, she blinked across the rest of the way, barely getting far enough to make it onto the ledge. Her skin was pale, and sweat ran down her face. "Never again. I hate heights. I think I'm going to vomit. Oh Light. " Vomit spewed from her mouth as she quickly whirled around to face the cavern, and chucked up her freashly eaten sandwhich down below. "Uh-oh. I shouldn't have done that,” she whispered, fearful it would cause the monster below to become enraged.

Ash looked down as the beast reached for him, and he pulled his feet up in time to just narrowly escape being grabbed. He laughed the rest of the way across, and as he landed, he turned back to the pit and grinned, giving a crotch chop towards the darkness as if telling the creature below to "suck it." He turned back towards where the curator was and chuckled. "Come on now, you gotta be able to do better than that, Jeeves." He knew that this construct was ancient, and he figured comparing it to a common repair bot might be a good enough insult. He looked back at the rest of the group, making their way across, and saw Aellesaan struggling with the monkey bars. As she blinked to the edge, and puked into the abyss, he grinned. "You okay, love? Oh don't worry, he won't be eating any goats today, I'm sure he's happy with a bit of used PB&J."

Danarshi had, to his own regret, silently been a part of the wild ride that occurred within the coffin. As the next puzzle laid before them, however, containing the many rungs, he was, again, hesitant to proceed. If Aellesaan's answer was wrong, he shuddered to think of what horrors awaited them within the blackened pit below. Unfortunately, however, inaction would leave them trapped for eternity. Unable to find a more suitable solution than that of which the clever Aellesaan thought of, he figured that it was time to step out of his shadow and show courage. Rubbing his hands together and rolling his neck, Danarshi embraced a deep breath before performing a running leap, successfully landing atop the first rung. Using his momentum, he did not stop for even a moment. Danarshi continued on to the second rung, and then the third - ironically, it was there that he stumbled, tripping and falling forward. Luckily for the Anchorite, he had managed to push himself far enough forward that each of his hands clutched onto the fourth rung, where he continued to hang for a number of seconds. Heavily breathing, Danarshi could not resist the temptation of peering below, that of which he immediately regretted. Closing his eyes and mustering his strength, he soon started funneling his strength into his upper torso and arms, causing himself to swing back and fourth, much like a trapeze. Having soon created a high enough pace, he released his hold on the rung and flew forward, his hands wrapping around the fifth. Danarshi's hands ached from the friction of the rung steps scraping against them, and the Anchorite audibly groaned and grunted as he progressed. By what was, perhaps, some miracle, he soon managed to make it to the end of the course; planted down upon the solid floor, he collapsed on to his hands and knees, the muscles aching within his upper body.

Aellesaan wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and glanced at Ash. "At least he doesn’t have to chew it. Pre-chewed, homemade sandwich, express delivery!" Giggles emanated from her as she stood up, and looked at the ground. A pattern of three symbols, sun, water, and stone. "Any of you good at these types puzzles? I can if you allow me some time to concentrate." With that, she got as close as she could, and looked at the patterned floor.

Ash looks at the symbols curiously, and shrugged a bit. "I don't know. I mean, they could represent something that would happen if you stepped on certain symbols. The sun ones might burn you to a crisp." He pointed at the piles of ashes. "The stone ones might drop stones on you, which would probably suck pretty bad." He looked at the water symbol, and scratched his head a bit "I have no idea what the water ones might do. Maybe give you a shower? Seems the least terrible out of the three options. Maybe we only step on the water symbols? Hey, anyone bring any soap? Might as well get a good shower out of this after stepping in all that blood."

It seemed Kairyth had the same insanity complex that Ash did, only this time coming complete with entertainment to boot, as the group would watch her hook her tail around a wolfs leg and pitifully drag it through the air. The poor thing was terrified of the creature below roaring at it and trying to snatch it out of the air which hoped Kairyth would drop the wolf. Of course however she did not and following the direction Ash had done based on Aellesaan's answer was entirely successful in making it to the other end.

The construct would have grated his teeth had he still had any; instead he settled himself to raise a finger at Ash before it blinked out. It seemed they were not going to be getting any more advice or help from the construct regardless of how annoying and pessimistic the thing was.

As Danarshi would move through the monkey bars, his stumble would reveal to the group just what would have happened. The bar fell free quickly, and a polymer mesh net came down quickly; obviously designed to ensure whoever was on it was trapped entirely and taken down. He did however of course safely make it to the end, albeit taking the longest of the lot thus far.

Ash indeed had guessed the answer very well, and if the group continued to search, on literally the opposite area, the would see the exact repercussions were shown quite clearly. The sun tile had a three picture story of a person stepping on it, then being covered in light, and then being ash. The stone tile had the individual step on it, then a picture of a boulder heading toward them, and finally the individual smashed into the ground. The final one, water, had the same first symbol as the other two, before the second had what would amount to a barrel of water being dumped on them, and finally an image of a soaked and unhappy Draenei looking at the viewer. Unfortunately with the added addition of three wet wolves... yep they were gonna have wet dog smell... yuck!

Ash continued to look around at the group unexpectedly, hoping that one of them has brought a bar of soap with them. He sighed and shook his head as he realized no one had. "Fine, hobo bath it is." He stepped onto the first water tile with a distinct grimace set onto his face as he expected something terrible, like a squid being thrown at him or something, but he was pleasantly surprised when he realized he was right. As the water splashed down on him, he looked back at the group and grinned. "I did it guys, I solved one!" He started hopping across the tiles, making sure to only land on the water tiles as he definitely did not want a sun burn that bad, or a concussion. Every few tiles, he stopped and began scrubbing some of the blood off of his legs with the falling water, meanwhile whistling a tune like he was singing in the shower. "Hey Curator, I wouldn't suppose the next room is a bed and breakfast, is it? Maybe a manicurist? At least a snack bar?" After he is satisfied with his cleanliness, and had gotten a good amount of the blood off of him, he finished making his way across the tiles, shaking himself off like a wet dog at the other end. "Fuck, and I forgot my towel." By successfully making it across the tiles, Ash had proved there were no ill effects caused by the water, and it even got warmer as he made his way across, as if giving a hint they were going in the right direction.

Aellesaan clasped her small hands excitedly for Ash as he stepped on the first tile. "Great guess Ash! Ash:1 Curator:0." With delightful giggles, she followed him onto the water tiles, reveling in the sensation of the water rushing against her skin. "Hey guys! Wet t-shirt contest!" Of course, she happened to be wearing a white t-shirt with red stains from the blood bath earlier. While others may have been embarrassed or mournful at having water dump on them in a white shirt, Aellesaan seemed as uncaring about this as the rest of the adventure she had been having.

Copying Ash, she scrubbed her skin free of the blood as she danced along the tiles, and whistled another melody. While others may have been embarrassed or mournful at having water dump on them in a white shirt, Aellesaan seemed as uncaring about this as the rest of the adventure she had been having, dripping wet as she stepped off onto the pedestal as well with Ash. As she reached the end, she slid over to Ash and the pedestal with a playful smile, and shook herself off like a wet dog would do.

Ash doesn't even pretend to avert his eyes, as Aellesaan's shirt is soaked, and now translucent. With a slight smirk on his face, he nods in approval "Always the crazy chicks with the nicest racks." Of course he meant crazy in a somewhat endearing way, because he in no way felt that she was too insane to be of any use to the group. She had already proven herself quite well in his eyes, though he was still unaware that he had put his life on the line with her guess work. He gave her a sly grin. "You know, you keep that up, and the Curator might just short-circuit. The thing seems to have a bit of a flustered crush on you. I say next time he pops up, you flash him." The grin on his face told her quite well that the grumpy construct wouldn't be the only one to enjoy that show.

He turns back around and looked toward the key with a sigh. "I wouldn't suppose it would be so easy as we could just grab the thing, huh? Think it might be trapped or something?" He looked back at the rest of the group as they make their ways across the tiles, hoping that one of them knew anything about searching for traps. He was very athletic, and knew how to break things to death with his sword and shield, but trap finding wasn't exactly his forté. Though give him a pissy robot to antagonize, and he seemed right at home.

The Construct wouldn't respond or even appear at Ash's words, evidently so pissed off and annoyed by the current groups antics that even beyond Epilvik's extremely rough and rude treatment of him, the casual disrespect and insult shown to it by the others had frustrated it beyond belief, refusing to even let them have a hint on how they could get past without activating the traps.

Indeed as Ash was demonstrating it was likely all the males within the group didn't bother to advert their eyes, with how open Aellesaan was and willing to display herself, they would have received quite the eyeful indeed. While her work previously before this particular puzzle had been guesswork on some instances, they were also sound and reasoned guesses, and had lead them along well; clearly far better than anyone else that had come before. The pedestal looked untouched for decades as a large glass receptacle stood at its peak, inside containing an elaborate ruby, carved into the shape and structure of a key itself