TRILEMMA GAME

load previous
Apr 24, 2025 8:35 pm
The creature is indeed humanoid. It wears a scanty loincloth and has a generally genderless appearance. You notice that it's not carrying any light source.

"Of course, the pigments! … (idiots) …" the creature makes an impatient gesture at you, over its shoulder in the direction you were headed. "Hurry up!"
Apr 24, 2025 9:47 pm
Dahlia looks back at the others and chuckles, "it can't be this easy, can it? They just take us to the pigments? Nice."
Apr 25, 2025 1:29 pm
In all seriousness Ingvar replie, "While it might be easy to pick up some pigments, I don't think it will be easy getting them out of the mine. But I lack a better idea. Let's see what this is about."
Apr 25, 2025 3:24 pm
The strange wizened character does not follow you as you trod further along the tunnel, which gets small in places (your torch flame battering and sooting the ceiling) but is not impassable.

You hear the sound of metal striking stone, first faintly ahead of you and then you step out of the tunnel onto a ledge that overlooks a dark space. Although the cavern is large and unlit, you can see frequent small showers of sparks as mining tools strike rock; and you hear a continuous quiet chanting and grunting as workers, all in darkness, wield the tools.

There is a set of steps carved into the ledge leading down into the pigment mine, as that is what this seems to be. Do you think it odd that there are no lights?
Apr 25, 2025 8:46 pm
Dahlia studies the strange miners and says to the others, "So these strange wizened creatures can see in the dark, apparently? Cool. Hey wait--we should recruit some to help us if we wanna venture further into the land of darkness, to deal with the curse or whatever."
Apr 26, 2025 10:54 pm
Myrven tries to listen closely to the quiet chanting, trying to decipher if he can understand the language or what they are saying. He whispers to the other two. "Are they slaves, you reckon? They might not be happy handin over the pigment for nothin. It'd be nice if we could employ one of em".
Apr 28, 2025 1:41 pm
" Maybe they are slave. In any case, I hope they won't get scared of our light. Move the torch at the back to avoid scarring them." .
Apr 28, 2025 4:14 pm
The workers toil in darkness, chanting, still invisible to you aside from the sparks struck by their tools. You are guessing that they resemble the creature who sent you here, but you don't yet know.
Apr 28, 2025 4:31 pm
Dahlia moves forward with the torch. She doesn’t want to scare them off with the light but she needs to see where she’s going and whether there is pigment in the walls here. And she is curious about the miners, too!
Apr 28, 2025 5:57 pm
Descending the steps from the ledge, it is a long way down to the mine floor. Dozens of feet down. The torch light does not reach the far wall where sparks fly at various levels.

The mine floor is muddy with a faint pastel fluorescence in the mud. Not visible from the ledge, with your feet squishing in the moist and pigmented clay it is apparent that some treasure remains to be had, here.

Crossing the floor toward the working wall, the torchlight shows you the base of wooden scaffolding with a ladder going up into darkness. There are no workers near the … wait, the torch shows a small person reclined on the lowest wooden plank platform, at about your chest level. They are asleep, clutching their chisel and scoop to their chest.
Apr 28, 2025 7:21 pm
Dahlia turns to the others and says, "Way I figure it, theses little guys are pulling the pigment out of the ground, yeah? Well, when they do, they gotta store it somewhere around here, yeah? Before they send it wherever it goes. So I say we find that spot, we take what they got stored, and we get outta here."
Apr 29, 2025 5:02 am
Myrven Whispers, If they don't take kindly to us, and we're caught, we might not get out. Seems t' be a lot of em. Mayhaps we ask this sleeping chap. I wouldn't mind if we av t dig it ourselves".
Apr 29, 2025 1:37 pm
Dahlie shrugs, but acknowledges the wisdom of Myrven's words. "Alrighty, go ahead and chat 'him up."
May 2, 2025 5:02 am
Myrven moves towards the sleeping figure, trying to scuff his feet, hoping to wake them by making a little sound so as not to frighten them. He clears his throat. "Achem. s'cuse me mate.".

You do not have permission to post in this thread.