Rumbling Thunder [Treasure Search / Complete]

[Damian Moreau]

Damian didn’t know why he’d gone out to the Ruins on a rather overcast, dour-looking day, but he knew that he was running a bit short on time when it came to looking for more of those weird marbles. In either case, he knew that he was starting to collect quite a number of them; and even if he didn’t know what they did, they sure looked pretty in one of the display racks that he’d set up in the lab. Most of what he’d amassed so far had been placed in that particular rack, locked behind a sheet of glass and nestled on a bed of what appeared to be…feathered pillows.

He didn’t have much care for whatever aesthetics for prettying up shit like that, but as long as the lab was secured and locked down every night, then there was no way in hell that he’d lose those marbles.

Now, here’s to hoping that I find something good today. don’t want to be left out of the running since they’re starting to pile up… and they look rather pretty, too, when you lay them all out side by side in a single line… he thought with a smirk on his face as he then closed the umbrella that he was holding, before hanging it from his free arm as he stepped into one of the cavernous entrances that dotted the Ruins proper and disappeared from sight, walking deep into another labyrinth of adventure.

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[Dracken]

Dig Dig Dig . . .  What's this?!
Congratulations, You've found ALTARIANITE!
Fluffy dragon, calm dragon such a cute mother fucking dragon.

[Damian Moreau]

The pounding rain continued to pour relentlessly; but with where Damian was currently located within the Ruins, he was pretty much safe from harm—or lightning strikes. He’d already witnessed what a huge bolt could do; the potential for destruction was so high. As he continued to shake out the umbrella that he was holding dry, he didn’t realize that he’d accidentally tripped on a trap—not that he was meaning to, of course. A loud clicking noise was the split-second warning he’d heard, before he heard a whistling noise cutting through the stony silence.

“Oh… oh, SHIT!” he shouted, yelping as he began to run forward, hearing millions of thudding noises on the wall opposite—there was no way in hell he was going to stay behind and find out what that noise was! “Crap, crap, CRAP! Why does it always have to be me?!” he continued to shout as he literally streaked through the length of the hallway and cut a hard right, before seeing that it also stretched down into the murky unknown. Why was the passage leading downwards, anyway? He then heard a loud skittering noise, and could only hiss—what manner of trap had he triggered this time around?

He then continued to bolt down the darkening passageway; before seeing a dimly-illuminated door and flinging himself through it, crashing rather hard on the ground and groaning in pain once he’d tensed up his body to lessen the impact. Either way, he then pulled himself up and attempted to squint into the darkness—where had he ended up in? He knew he’d forgotten to bring a flash light, so it was going to be rather hard… until he remembered something. Several moments later, a familiar sight appeared in the semi-darkness—his Claydol, Nazca.

“Naz… can you check around this place for me? I… I can’t see too well in the dark,” he remarked, gesturing at the pitch not too far ahead of him. after getting a few non-committal grunts in return from the levitating ‘alien’, he then stood in the semi-blackness and waited—several moments later, the ‘mon had returned; and it was levitating something in its line of vision. “Hm?” he began, before quickly recognizing the round thing it was floating—a marble!

“Alright, good job, Naz. Now, uhh… crap,” he muttered, smacking a palm to his face. how were they going to get out now; since he’d triggered that trap up above?

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