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Jun 4, 2017 8:55:51 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jun 4, 2017 8:55:51 GMT -5
They were all over the place, searching high and low for indulgences granted by capricious handlers. Did their greed truly know no boundaries even in this virtual world? He'd even heard some of the Devils talking about looting the place, as if they were somehow lacking in equipment. T'was a sinful, disgusting ideal.[break] ... With that said, Raynauld was only human.[break] That was led to him digging through a bog in a blasted wasteland of the damned and the dying in the vain hopes of finding some profane treasure. And as he searched, he told himself that it would be worth it; an item from here would certainly be infused with horrid, awful energy, and to let someone less pious take it would be the same as allowing them to walk headlong into damnation in the Devil's grasp. And frankly, that couldn't be allowed to happen, especially not to one of the other Devils - though in all likelihood the others in his guild were likely on a one-way trip to Hell regardless of what he did.[break] At the very least, it wouldn't do for Chandra to end up finding it and being cursed in the process.[break] Digging deeper into the muck, Raynauld eventually hit something that wasn't more of the mire. Pulling, he freed a wooden box from its bondage within the confines of the swamp. Small and half-rotted, it had clearly seen better days. In truth, he doubted that this would be the fabled "treasure chest" the rumours spoke of. But, he'd freed it - maybe it was a sign from God.[break] And so, with some trepidation - and a lot of difficulty, given the lock had practically rusted shut - Raynauld opened the box...[break] eit2deTZ
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Jun 4, 2017 9:30:43 GMT -5
Post by drakka on Jun 4, 2017 9:30:43 GMT -5
...and of course the treasure chest was empty, because of fucking course her luck was that bad, why would she be in this game if her luck wasn't this atrocious!? A long rumble shook her body as she seized the wooden treasure chest in her jaws and started to squeeze. The wood came apart with a bunch of satisfying snaps and pops, and while the taste of wood lingered on her tongue and she still trembled with anger...she was feeling a bit better after a little bit of destruction!
She licked her lips and clenched her jaws as another ping was picked up by her canine ears, oh boy, here we go. Her fur, which was spiked from the stress of another empty chest, started to flatten back down as she started to trot back into the city.
She blended with the monster crowd perfectly, somehow managing to tune out their NPC rambling, and noted how the pinging was leading her away from said crowd. An alleyway was the only real way to access the supposed treasure chest, but she still spent a moment pacing the outside before she finally relented and dove within. Now, she could even smell the wood, and her tail thudded on the floor as she quickly skittered up to the treasure chest and grabbed it in her claws. Her grab was not gentle, and she pulled with reckless abandon, attempting to move faster than ever.
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Jun 4, 2017 11:50:59 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 4, 2017 11:50:59 GMT -5
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LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY Catharsis had learned all too late about the treasure hunt going on in the Underworld. Hardly the most scenic place to visit, but all anyone ever had to tell him was "money" and he was there. The second he arrived, the Empath nearly tripped over not one, but two other players who were too busy lurching for the closest sign of a treasure chest to care about trivial things like not running into a complete stranger. He could relate, really. Or at least, he couldn't blame him; that was human nature. He rushed further into the area, not really having any hope for getting the items for himself if they were so close to the entrance. That was, if anything was even left. There wasn't a lot of hope in the Empath's heart after the last time he'd turned up with nothing, and yet, here he still was. Money truly was the key to his small, corrupted heart. It was deeper in that he saw the shimmer, drawing near with every bit of awareness that it could be a trap. It looked like any other treasure chest, but that didn't ease his mind. Pulling his lance from his back, the man stabbed at the lock from afar, hoping to break it open. SBRm3FD8
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Jun 4, 2017 15:16:33 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 4, 2017 15:16:33 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] I want to fall into this dream [attr="class","otlbody2"]Mustang felt as though it was a major clue that was lost on him. The search had gone poorly, the time continuing to pass until it must have been the next dawn. However no one could tell for sure, it was the underworld. It was always dark. The time seemed irrelevant, Mustang had hardly spent anytime looking around the place. He hoped that he wasn't getting too far deep into the Darkroot Hallows. At this point he was beginning to attempt to backtrack, Mustang was keeping his eyes vigilante however.
The hope was that he would find some sort of glimmer of light among the darkness of the forest. But perhaps this place was just the wrong area, it would be maybe too rare to find some sort of treasure chest. The charcoal haired male kept scanning towards the trees and gnarled roots to see if he could pick out something. Something bright, perhaps it was better to focus on the general shapes of a chest?
Whatever the case was, he followed back his old footprints in the dirt. Making sure not to bump and push across the far more rough part of the landscape. However his eyes continued to play tricks on him, to a point where if he didn't leave now. Mustang could be risking near insanity over looking for this one chest filled with loot. [attr="class","otlnotes2"] 228 ♦ WNnJRKYm ♦ DEAD AF [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.otl2]width:300px;padding:30px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#999;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;background:#fcfcfc;border:solid #e8e8e8 1px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlimg2]margin: 0 auto;width:100px;height: 100px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-ms-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-moz-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-o-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);background:url('http://i.imgur.com/Zof0evC.jpg');z-index:999;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyrics2]color:#ccc;letter-spacing:2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7px;text-transform:uppercase;width:295px;height:120px;text-align:justify;margin-top:-98px;line-height:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyric2]color:#9B93B8;font-family:Georgia;font-size:14px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2]width:295px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2 b]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2]font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#aaa;line-height:13px;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2 span]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 6, 2017 2:27:21 GMT -5
Post by beat on Jun 6, 2017 2:27:21 GMT -5
This was simply a temporary matter. No matter how mucky his legs were, no matter how hard the mire stained his clothes, Beat unfaltering bright yellows blared through the bog. Perhaps, that was why he felt the eyes scrape at his back at every turn. He simply attracted attention—for better or for worse.
But it didn't matter. Beat relished in the spotlight. It was much easier to have people come to you. Searching for someone, especially someone lost was a practice in soft suffering.
"Place gives me the creeps. Sheesh." Beat muttered under his breath.
The squelching of each step harmonized with his heavy panting. Beat concentrated on the nauseating noise of the quagmire; he didn't want to stare back at the pair of eyes that peered bright red from the fog. Staring was rude, after all.
Finally, Beat spotted it. The treasure chest was nestled so neatly in the peatland. Crawling mosses imitated an aesthetic of age, the chest's wood married with the muddy greens and browns of the plant life. Grinning widely, Beat stomped his way toward the chest, squishing the living skin of the Underworld into its soggy body.
"Come to papa." Beat said, rubbing his hands together. He kneeled down, felt the damp ground hug his knee caps as he attempted to open the mossy chest.
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Jun 6, 2017 2:43:20 GMT -5
Post by taurus on Jun 6, 2017 2:43:20 GMT -5
Taurus isn't a money grabber by any means. She's always believed firmly in good experiences and memories rather than the materialistic things; she'd never found happiness in objects, only the sweet company of herself and the world.
And yet, when news of a treasure chest pops up, she can't help but gravitate towards it. There's already people there; looting and getting their fair's share. Taurus is just as tempted as anyone else--especially since they're trapped in this game. In such a dangerous game, anyone would want to take something so prized. If someone plays their cards right, Taurus can't see why they couldn't live forever.
Regardless, Taurus goes to the place anyways. She's got nothing to lose at this point--only her pride and well, her life. That's little in comparison to what she could potentially get; there's no use in staying inside forever. Life is best spent living on the edge. You only live once, they say.
She approaches one of the treasure chests and claims her spot. It's ornate; her fingers run across the wooden engravings, rough yet well crafted. What lies inside? She wonders, digging her long nails into the lip of it's top before lifting, eyes landing on what treasure lied beneath...
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Jun 6, 2017 3:48:19 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jun 6, 2017 3:48:19 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya sighed irritably, eyebrows knitting together to complete her displeased expression. Another bust! She had to have gone at least a dozen over the past hour. The Slayer exhaled her frustrations, letting herself fall back onto the cold grass. She nestled herself deeper for more comfort, crossing her arms across her chest in a rebellious fashion. The night sky was gorgeous and clear unlike the ones that she knew of back home and still, it did little to comfort her. The feeling of defeat was eating her alive.
No more sulking, she decided.
Rolling over, Anya glared at the box next to her almost sure she was tricking herself into another empty box. That didn't stop her, of course. She reached out to pull it closer to her face in order to examine it. It was merely wishful thinking that gave her hope. She had already accepted that there was no way to tell the contents of the chest through regular means. Shaking never produced any results and all the methods she used to break it open failed miserably. Even breaking open bigger, flashier chests did not guarantee desirable results.
So far, she had earned 20 coin for her efforts.
Pocket change.
Raising up a closed hand, Anya let it fall down on top of the chest's top, popping it open. It was easy considering the damn thing came without a lock. Preparing herself for disappointment, she looked in. [attr="class","skills"]6nRDOAah [attr="class","bangtag"] posting for other ppl... do ur best guys ♦ @kms
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Jun 6, 2017 10:21:43 GMT -5
Post by index on Jun 6, 2017 10:21:43 GMT -5
Despite how disappointing the whole treasure hunt has been to him, Index wasn't someone who'd easily get his spirits down for something as minor as this. He realized that however low the chances of opening one would lead to real treasure, he'd eventually get one so long as he kept up the pace. Well, unless the whole event was a whole hoax that was meant to play with the players hearts, then the paladin would not think of ending his streak of opening empty chests across the swamp infested area.
The place wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing in Gargantua. He'd rather have the treasure hunt happen in Faywood or something, but it wasn't like he had any choice aside from giving up. As he finally took a breather, the paladin finally realized that he ran deeper into the swamps. The path that led straight to the town of origins was nowhere to be found, pushing him further away his original destination and into the hunt.
His shoulders gave way to a shrug, smiling at himself. He guessed he had no choice but to look for those wooden chests now. Wading through the knee deep marshes, he let himself get lost to unfamiliar territory. There was no way that rare loot would just be around the common areas of interest, right?
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Jun 6, 2017 11:00:46 GMT -5
Post by raynauld on Jun 6, 2017 11:00:46 GMT -5
It was just an empty box someone threw into the muck, or lost and forgot amid the hustle and bustle of day to day life (if such a thing were possible). Such was life.[break] Raynauld tossed the box back into the nearest bog he could find and went back into digging. At this rate, he could trade in his blade and shield for a shovel and make a living clearing swampland in this virtual game. Hell, at the rate they had shown ways to escape from this purgatory, that might end up becoming his life in the near future; better to get a head-start on it. It did not seem as if anyone else had dug up the treasure (though he'd definitely seen Drakka running around as if the boxes she'd found had personally offended her).[break] Raynauld had a plan to keep the treasure from someone's greedy, avaricious hands, however. Admittedly, that plan consisted almost entirely of "I need to find the treasure before someone else does"; hypocritical, to be sure, but it was a better plan than simply doing nothing at all. And so he returned to raking the muck until he hit something that could be construed as a chest to open, vaguely or otherwise. qmtQLEkf
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Jun 6, 2017 13:22:49 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 6, 2017 13:22:49 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] I want to fall into this dream [attr="class","otlbody2"]The constant search was waning in on the mind of Mustang. His foreseeable future tested by the never ending made of twisted trees and the foliage surrounding him. It made it quite the challenge for him to escape the Darkroot Hallows with not beginning to try and talk to himself. Luckily for him, the defender was able to backtrack himself toward the road and began to leave. However his search was not over, instead he made his way to a different place. A vastly less confusing one, but still it would be in same overall section of the underworld.
The charcoal haired defender looked for a different root, a new solution to his treasure chest issue. When in doubt, just look in a different place. Somewhere probably more creepy and demented. Mustang had settled his mind on searching the spooky Bloodborne Manor. As far as he had recalled the place was largely abandoned. Never taking the time to take care of the quests or the potential other bounties in the place. Still Mustang would walk in stride up the door, creaking it open to begin his search of the first floor. I hope to have better luck here than in the forest. [attr="class","otlnotes2"] 202 ♦ yqETaMuC ♦ DEAD AF [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.otl2]width:300px;padding:30px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color:#999;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;background:#fcfcfc;border:solid #e8e8e8 1px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlimg2]margin: 0 auto;width:100px;height: 100px;-webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-ms-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-moz-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);-o-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%);background:url('http://i.imgur.com/Zof0evC.jpg');z-index:999;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyrics2]color:#ccc;letter-spacing:2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7px;text-transform:uppercase;width:295px;height:120px;text-align:justify;margin-top:-98px;line-height:8px;[/newclass][newclass=.otllyric2]color:#9B93B8;font-family:Georgia;font-size:14px;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2]width:295px;[/newclass][newclass=.otlbody2 b]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2]font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#aaa;line-height:13px;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass][newclass=.otlnotes2 span]color:#9B93B8[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Jun 6, 2017 20:01:52 GMT -5
Post by caritas on Jun 6, 2017 20:01:52 GMT -5
Apparently a few rare treasure chests had spawned in the area and everyone was scrambling to be a part of it. He didn't know why he was out here searching when there were already so many people in the underworld trying to get hold of the bounty. There was no way of knowing whether or not they had been found or not but he wasn't going to search for long. Despite his growing confidence in the game, he didn't like to be away from Theo for very long.
The underworld wasn't that bad of a place. Despite its swamps and dark atmosphere, there was a different kind of vibe that came from the area that wasn't found anywhere else in Gargantua. He had not traveled to a lot of the places in the game, fear holding him back from most quests and areas. But it was different this time and despite his anxiety of being in such a dark place, his paralyzing anxiety about going out had somewhat faded. He wasn't planning to be out for very long, only spending an hour or so searching for any chest. He was hoping whatever was in these chests, it would benefit them in the long run.
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Jun 6, 2017 20:13:17 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 6, 2017 20:13:17 GMT -5
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LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY No luck. The chest snapped open, but had nothing in it. Hissing under his breath, Catharsis knocked it away, wincing as it knocked into a barrel. Ah, great. He watched it rock back and forth, before toppling over and ... more chests spilled out. The Empath paused, squinting at the incredibly lucky - and thus, suspicious - find. Still, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth for too long. Instead of inspecting it for traps outright, he used his spear again to knock the closest of the treasure chests that had toppled out towards him. From there, it was a matter of kneeling down and trying to get the damn thing open. There didn't seem to be a lock, but he wasn't surprised. They wouldn't make these things impossible for most classes to get into, that'd just be ridiculous. He inspected it a bit more for any sign of a trap, wondering if this was too easy to reasonably trust. A hand ran along the wood, and for a moment he was grateful that the game didn't go so far into realism to give him a fucking splinter. Really, that would've just been too much. Tentatively, he pried it open to see what was inside. fqizqJTk
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Jun 8, 2017 18:44:44 GMT -5
Post by jorumun on Jun 8, 2017 18:44:44 GMT -5
 We all die some day! [attr="class","firstfriend"] No Blood No Bone No Ash. hat was this? Some people were whipping around the area like Mad men in search for something amazing. Looking out from his perch upon a low hanging branch, Mars reached down and tapped a sauntering player. “Heya what seems to be happening right now?” Raising a brow the man gazed at the lad as if he were crazy. Swatting Mars hand away the man gestured to the running players that had passed them by with ease. “There are three chests hidden around the area and if you find out you can possibly win something out of it!! How the hell can you sleep at a time like this?” With a grim look Mars narrowed his eyes at the man. “With a smile on my face, but now that I know this! There’s an even bigger smile on my face yah see?!” Jumping up from his spot the lad smiled from ear to ear with joy. He was about to go try and make himself a wealthy man if he could. He needed to become stronger with every step. Thus he would not stop till he found the chest! Leaping down he dashed passed the man without offering a word of thanks. This was a competition after all he couldn’t let someone else steal his chance!! Diving into the nearest alley way the lad looked left and right before taking the left. Sprinting full speed ahead he heard the man calling after him. Turning to look back he saw the other sprinting in his direction. “Ah shit! No no no!” Chuckling softly he skidded to a halt grabbing the nearest trash can he chucked it at the nearest door in the alley way. The trash spewed out at the others feet just as the door opened with an angry NPC. “Catch you later loser!” Chuckling Mars hit another right then another left before he stumbled upon a rather skimpy alley. Narrowing his eyes he debated the likely hood of being jumped. Yet even as he looked he liked the odds of some fiery combat! “No guts no glory!” Wiggling his way in he doubled checked to make sure no one had followed him. Pushing through piles and crumbled brick he squeezed himself into a lone section. It had one way in and out with no other real escape route. An yet low and behold he had stumbled upon a chest. Clapping his hands together he bowed before it with grace and thanks. “Shall we see what we find..” Dropping to both knees the male clicked the sides of the chest off before opening it slowly to see what was inside. wi_wJ|X_ | | ✉ | stick your notes in here, but keep it short. use this to tag if you have more than one person to tag. |
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Jun 8, 2017 21:49:04 GMT -5
Post by Masamune on Jun 8, 2017 21:49:04 GMT -5
A JET BLACK CROW DRONING ON AND ON AND ON UP ABOVE OUR HEADS DRONING ON AND ON AND ON AND ON KEEP MAKING TROUBLE 'TILL YOU FIND WHAT YOU LOVE I NEED A NEW PARTNER IN CRIME AND YOU SHRUG THERE'S A ROOM IN A HOTEL IN NEW YORK CITY
So far most of Masamune's time in this world had been spent in Kuniumi, sure it was kind of cliche for the guy from japan to hang out in an area like that. But hey it reminded him of home more then anything else in this world, it helped keep his mind off of just how fucked up their situation really was. Though despite spending a lot of time there Masamune had ventured out to the underworld for the first time today to participate in this treasure chest hunt thing. The scavenger hunt gave him an actual reason to move out of his comfort zone and start looking around new places, though thanks to that he was a bit lost on where to go as soon as he got there.
As he stepped into the Underworld Masamune would immediately activate a skill, that skill being Armory: Demonic. Sure there wasn't a fighting going on and no real reason for the Shinobi to wear his Oni themed armor, but he just liked the aesthetic of it. He thought it kind of matched the area with the darker colors that this armor had compared to his normal look or his Core armor.
With his new fancy armor on Masamune would start to run throughout the Underworld in search of these hidden treasure chests. Checking back in alleys and actually peeking in the windows of homes in search of treasure chests.
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Jun 8, 2017 21:54:05 GMT -5
Post by catharsis on Jun 8, 2017 21:54:05 GMT -5
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LOVE ME LIKE AN ENEMY No such luck. The treasure chest he had picked broke open to reveal .. nothing. Disappointing, but c'est la vie. At least it hadn't been a trap, letting him relax a bit and kneel down next to the pile of chests that had appeared. What was left was just a matter of picking before someone else noticed and stole into his find. Without much wait, he picked a big enough one but found he couldn't lift it. There was one that fit in the palm of his hand, but it seemed like a trick, like something no one would ever pay attention to and thus it would be ignored. Stranger morals had been tied up in more ludicrous events, but Catharsis finally dismissed it. The devs were trying to teach them something, he had decided by then, but this probably wouldn't be their tool for gifting them with knowledge. They preferred the stick over the carrot, that much was clear by now. Sighing, he turned his attention to the larger chest, hesitating only for a moment before he ran a hand over the smooth top of it. There seemed to be some kind of runes written into it, but he didn't feel any need to examine them for traps. Either it would blow up in his face, or he'd crack it open to find something special - or it was just a diversion, like so many others. Only one way to find out. 2PngWPU6
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