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It takes a little bit of work to get this chest open, but it's well worth it: inside is a plethora of supplies. Clearly, this is meant to help prepare dragons on their way through the woods. There's candles, some matches, some ration bars, a hunk of died meat, and a tangled ball of twine, as well as a few other trinkets that might be useful for adventurers on their way through unknown territory.| ___________________________________ |
I am trapped as the strong wind flies And when the stars won't shine for us Then what’s to gain? | _ |
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Somehow, the ruby looks even bigger on this side of the river than it did on the other; maybe because there's less water between the embankment you're standing on and the huge pillar itself. The fountain of water that surges from below it seems stronger, too, and the spray whips past your face with enough force to sting.| ___________________________________ |
I am trapped as the strong wind flies And when the stars won't shine for us Then what’s to gain? | _ |
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This alcove is filled with tools for a scrivener's trade: there's jars of ancient pigments and various inks, quills, and yards and yards of parchment, rolled up and leaning against the corner, almost as tall as the alcove it's sitting in. There's a small ledge that looks perfect as a sitting area, though there doesn't seem to be a table of any sort in this tiny room.Each of the uniform alcoves around the room has its own set of shelves, and there's a myriad of tiny trinkets scattered about the room on them. The particular arrangement and location of the types of trinkets amid the alcoves gives each one its own personal touch; in one alcove, a few different gemstones have been shaped into tiny figurines that look relatively canid; in another, some calculations have been scratched onto the wall in ink that is startlingly bright, considering how old the writing probably is.There's a myriad of books pressed into shelves along the walls; unfortunately, most of them are immobile, cemented in place by centuries of dripping limestone. The few that you can move are swollen and stained, having been soaked by flood after flood in the aeons that this chamber has been forgotten underground. Perhaps this library has seen too much time pass by unattended for anything to be worth something in here.| ___________________________________ |
I am trapped as the strong wind flies And when the stars won't shine for us Then what’s to gain? | _ |
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It takes a little bit of work to get this chest open, but it's well worth it: inside is a plethora of supplies. Clearly, this is meant to help prepare dragons on their way through the woods. There's candles, some matches, some ration bars, a hunk of died meat, and a tangled ball of twine, as well as a few other trinkets that might be useful for adventurers on their way through unknown territory.| ___________________________________ |
I am trapped as the strong wind flies And when the stars won't shine for us Then what’s to gain? | _ |
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It takes a little bit of work to get this chest open, but it's well worth it: inside is a plethora of supplies. Clearly, this is meant to help prepare dragons on their way through the woods. There's candles, some matches, some ration bars, a hunk of died meat, and a tangled ball of twine, as well as a few other trinkets that might be useful for adventurers on their way through unknown territory.There's almost a dozen different types of fungus in your immediate vicinity, and the more discerning mycologist would recognize that at least three are variations that have never been seen before. If you're willing to eat something glowing (and you're careful), you can easily harvest enough plant food to sustain you for quite some time without causing damage to your environment, and you might even be able to harvest some of the rarer specimens for examination later. Whether they'll survive your adventure is anyone's guess.There's a small creaking sound, and the whorl swings open, revealing a small alcove with three strange items inside: a BELL, a MIRROR, and a SMALL BOTTLE OF STRANGE LIQUID. Each one is set on its own shelf, and each shelf has a small gem set on the front of it.| ___________________________________ |
I am trapped as the strong wind flies And when the stars won't shine for us Then what’s to gain? | _ |
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It doesn't take long for you to realize that everything on the floor is too water damaged to be worthwhile. Scrolls crumble when you brush them and pieces of parchment seem to melt at your touch. It's reasonable to assume this chamber has flooded several times over the years. Maybe this room won't be so useful, after all.There's a myriad of books pressed into shelves along the walls; unfortunately, most of them are immobile, cemented in place by centuries of dripping limestone. The few that you can move are swollen and stained, having been soaked by flood after flood in the aeons that this chamber has been forgotten underground. Perhaps this library has seen too much time pass by unattended for anything to be worth something in here.This alcove is filled with tools for a scrivener's trade: there's jars of ancient pigments and various inks, quills, and yards and yards of parchment, rolled up and leaning against the corner, almost as tall as the alcove it's sitting in. There's a small ledge that looks perfect as a sitting area, though there doesn't seem to be a table of any sort in this tiny room.| ___________________________________ |
I am trapped as the strong wind flies And when the stars won't shine for us Then what’s to gain? | _ |
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You kneel, scuffing your hands through the thin layer of dust on the tunnel's floor. Unsurprisingly, there's next to nothing here.| ___________________________________ |
I am trapped as the strong wind flies And when the stars won't shine for us Then what’s to gain? | _ |
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