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(Sam's decursing attempt)
[Fri Feb 21 2025]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is about 45F(7C) degrees.
Sam says "If someone is available, got a cursed bracelet. At the Trove."
"Right, let's do this..." Sam goes to sit in the center of the ritual triangle in the room, closing his eyes a few moments.
After briefly answering a text, Sam opens his eyes, and looks over the bracelet. "So what are you, hm? How shall you taste?"
The whole room shakes.
"Earth, hm?" Sam shifts as he is already sitting, then nods. "Very well." He cuts a gash across his hand, and places his palm flat onto the ground. "As the world comes to an end, all mountains shall become dust." He speaks calmly, like it is a universal truth.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"And as the greedy pull all in, so too, shall they turn to dust..." Sam winces as several things from his pack fly towards the center, the jock clasping his hand into a fist. "But I shall remain."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Within the cold of the endless, even frost will feel warm." Sam intones, eyes locking onto the western wall.
"But I shall remain."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden bracelet is broken.
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(Sam's decursing attempt)
[Fri Feb 21 2025]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is about 45F(7C) degrees.
Sam says "If someone is available, got a cursed bracelet. At the Trove."
"Right, let's do this..." Sam goes to sit in the center of the ritual triangle in the room, closing his eyes a few moments.
After briefly answering a text, Sam opens his eyes, and looks over the bracelet. "So what are you, hm? How shall you taste?"
The whole room shakes.
"Earth, hm?" Sam shifts as he is already sitting, then nods. "Very well." He cuts a gash across his hand, and places his palm flat onto the ground. "As the world comes to an end, all mountains shall become dust." He speaks calmly, like it is a universal truth.
All metal objects in the room are suddenly tugged violently towards the artifact.
"And as the greedy pull all in, so too, shall they turn to dust..." Sam winces as several things from his pack fly towards the center, the jock clasping his hand into a fist. "But I shall remain."
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Within the cold of the endless, even frost will feel warm." Sam intones, eyes locking onto the western wall.
"But I shall remain."
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden bracelet is broken.