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Welcome Players!
Welcome Players!
Thank you for joining us on this adventure of history and extraordinary travels! Make sure to listen to your proctors, manage your time, and use your hints wisely!
Thank you for joining us on this adventure of history and extraordinary travels! Make sure to listen to your proctors, manage your time, and use your hints wisely!
Godspeed, and may luck be with you!
Godspeed, and may luck be with you!
Grandfather's Attic
Grandfather's Attic
Amidst the mindless heat of mid-July and the numbing boredom of summer, you and your friends run out of things to do and places to explore. Suddenly, you think of the your Grandfather's attic that your parents warned you not to go to. Out of spite and extreme boredom, you and your friends decide to explore the attic to try to entertain yourselves and see if there's anything remotely interesting. As you climb into the attic, you cough and sputter at the thick cloud of dust that's hanging in the air and convering every surface. It's obvious that no one has stepped foot up here in years.
Amidst the mindless heat of mid-July and the numbing boredom of summer, you and your friends run out of things to do and places to explore. Suddenly, you think of the your Grandfather's attic that your parents warned you not to go to. Out of spite and extreme boredom, you and your friends decide to explore the attic to try to entertain yourselves and see if there's anything remotely interesting. As you climb into the attic, you cough and sputter at the thick cloud of dust that's hanging in the air and convering every surface. It's obvious that no one has stepped foot up here in years.
You spy a large chest sitting in the corner of the attic, abandoned, covered in a thick layer of dust and spider webs.
You spy a large chest sitting in the corner of the attic, abandoned, covered in a thick layer of dust and spider webs.
The golden sun beams down and cuts through the thick cloud of dust floating in the air and brings your attention to the brass knobs and locks on the chest. Clearly, it was a well made and expensive chest as even age and disuse hasn't dulled its quality. You walk over and wipe off the layer of dust on the lock. Luckily, the lock was loose and you flip open the lid of the chest. A cloud of dust puffs out and a few moths fly out.
The golden sun beams down and cuts through the thick cloud of dust floating in the air and brings your attention to the brass knobs and locks on the chest. Clearly, it was a well made and expensive chest as even age and disuse hasn't dulled its quality. You walk over and wipe off the layer of dust on the lock. Luckily, the lock was loose and you flip open the lid of the chest. A cloud of dust puffs out and a few moths fly out.
Just an Old Compass?
Just an Old Compass?
You realizing that the compass keeps pointing towards Southeast. You shrug and think, "If it's broken, then that's a shame. Oh well." Your friends crowd around you to inspect the compass as you attempt to make the needle move by shaking it. Suddenly all of you are blinded by a bright flash of light while you feel a large gust of wind wrap around you, by then you know no more.
You realizing that the compass keeps pointing towards Southeast. You shrug and think, "If it's broken, then that's a shame. Oh well." Your friends crowd around you to inspect the compass as you attempt to make the needle move by shaking it. Suddenly all of you are blinded by a bright flash of light while you feel a large gust of wind wrap around you, by then you know no more.
Your Grandfather's Belongings
Your Grandfather's Belongings
After waving away the throat clogging dust and the remaining moths fluttering around, you see some hole-ridden blankets and coats laying in a heap in the chest. You ruffle through the piles of ancient fabric and find a picture of your grandfather as well as a compass laying at the very bottom of the chest. You pickup the compass carefully and recognize it as your grandfather's prized possession that he would take with him on every voyage no matter what. Though the compass had been laying at the bottom of the chest for 10+ years, the compass was still quite shiny and the glass of the compass was surprisingly clean and free of scratches. The brass however was slightly tarnished and heavily polished. It was obvious that the compass was well loved and used often.
After waving away the throat clogging dust and the remaining moths fluttering around, you see some hole-ridden blankets and coats laying in a heap in the chest. You ruffle through the piles of ancient fabric and find a picture of your grandfather as well as a compass laying at the very bottom of the chest. You pickup the compass carefully and recognize it as your grandfather's prized possession that he would take with him on every voyage no matter what. Though the compass had been laying at the bottom of the chest for 10+ years, the compass was still quite shiny and the glass of the compass was surprisingly clean and free of scratches. The brass however was slightly tarnished and heavily polished. It was obvious that the compass was well loved and used often.
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