Spring Cleaning [Treasure Search / Complete]

[Rachel Zwingli]

starting over again and ►►picking up all of the pieces

It had been some time since Rachel had decided to visit the weird place that she’d heard locals call ‘the Mega Ruins’, due to her last visit ending on a rather surprising note. She then began to notice that the marbles she was picking up seemed to be different in terms of color; but the sizes were all the same. All she knew about them was that whenever she’d find one of them, chaos would most certainly follow her no matter what she did—and that was usually triggered by her removing the marble from its ‘resting place’. In any case, she’d bundled up for the warm spring weather; and was now heading to the Ruins on foot. The weather was much warmer than it had been the last month; even if the last of the snow was just beginning to thaw out and give way for the warmer, balmier spring breeze to start blowing. In any case, it had taken her some time before she’d finally arrived at the Ruins—and even if she knew that some of the rooms were still rigged with live traps, it was better than nothing. Really gets the heart racing, you know. Feeling that adrenaline running through your body… screaming for your life… she thought with a rather sardonic grin on her face as she then rummaged through her pockets and brought out a flash light; before clicking it on. Once there was a steady beam of light pouring out of the thing in her hands, she then made her way towards the nearest entrance of the Ruins—she wasn’t really sure if she’d gone this way or not, because each and every time she’d paid a visit here, was there something messing around with the structure, causing them all to change every time a person came by to raid the place and strip it of the treasures it held within? 1 of 4

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[Sylvie]

Dig Dig Dig . . .  What's this?!
Congratulations, You've found a KEYSTONE!

[Rachel Zwingli]

starting over again and ►►picking up all of the pieces

As she silently traversed through the place, looking around as cautiously as she could, she didn’t realize she’d triggered a trap until she felt her balance shift ever so slightly—and a loud click echoed throughout the place. “Oh, merde!” she hissed, hearing the whistling sound of something rapidly approaching her; the best thing that she could do was to topple forward, reaching up to protect the back of her neck with her hands! She heard a loud whistling cutting through the space behind her; before hearing hundreds—no, thousands—of little thing burying themselves in the wall adjacent to where she’d dived to the floor in order to avoid whatever it was she’d triggered. “That was too close…” she muttered as she got up, rubbing away the goose bumps that had erupted all over her skin as she then caught sight of what she’d triggered—there was an innumerable number of needles buried in the wall opposite; and all of them were emitting a rather…rancid stench. “Time to get out of here…” she hissed once more, quickly scrambling to her feet and walking forward; before catching sight of a room not too far away and ducking down into it. Unlike most of the rooms that had statues that looked like distortions of Pokémon to her, this room was devoid of that—there was just a singular dais in the middle of the room, with a shaft of light shining down on whatever the dais was holding. She then shined the flash light’s beam into the room, and saw it cut a path across the moldy stone floor. Wondering if it was going to be worth taking a risk, she then gingerly stepped inside, before placing a foot down on the floor and listening intently for the sound of anything going off. Thankfully, nothing of the sort happened. Rachel then proceeded to inch forward, sneaking up on the dais itself and closing the distance in no time flat. As she looked down at what the stone ‘altar’ held, it looked…familiar. “Wait a second...” she said to herself, before plucking the thing from the altar and then examining it. Little did she know that her action would cause another trap to trigger—it didn’t manifest until she felt the room rumbling some several seconds later. “Oh, hell no…” she groaned, quickly making a break for it! Shenanigans, shenanigans. Claiming

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