Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
The strange smell is near impossible to identify, being not quite like anything else... however, as the company proceeds past this latest passage way, the scent become quite plain. It has a bleach-like tang underlying an almost sweet over-tone.

Pelenwin, Gustave, and then the others now begin to notice that the passage way and walls are almost entirely free of dust and grime. How that could be possible is another mystery to add to the heap... but they push on.

Ahead, Pelenwin now spots yet another passage way branching away form the curved way he is following. This one to the right...

Meanwhile, a dozen or so paces further back, Highbough notices that the walls are not as entirely clean as they do appear. In fact they are coated in a thin, clear film of... something?

tonneau wrote:
"I am surprised to hear myself say this", says Gustave to noone in particular, "but this place is uncomfortably clean."

"Perhaps we should retour to that door a ways back and explore an alternative route?"

mushgnome wrote:
"I have a bad feeling about this," mutters Highbough. "Something sticky has used this passageway recently..."

ehiker133 wrote:
"Sticky... or slimy." mutters Desmond, in reply, as he peers intently at a spot on the wall during a brief lull in their forward motion.

tombowings wrote:
"Perhaps, we should return to the surface," motions Pelenwin. "I to leave Olaf to his death, but this search is proving more dangerous than expected and our resources are running low."

coffee wrote:
Dieter looks up at the ceiling. Is it clean also? And is it slightly filmed as well?

Because that would bode ill for us.

heartless wrote:
"I vote we go back up and find a way out of here, this does not look safe. We need food and suppiles, so lets get out of here and go back to Kent", suggests Wilbert.

tonneau wrote:
"Chin up my wee culinary maesto! We shall have your speciality vegetable soup again yet."

"We must already be close to the ravine floor after that descent", notes Gustave, pointing a thumb back the way they have come, "and there is breeze coming from somewhere."

"I am not so keen on reascending that crumbling scaffold - and let us not forget our friend the giant."
"I say we press on. If we find naut of promise in the next few moments, let us return back the way we came. But first, let us go back to that door we passed and depart this ill boding slime" he finishes, looking over the wall closely with lantern held high.

tombowings wrote:
Pelenwin will lead the group back towards the closed door, prepared for what unheard horror may lay within.

waysoftheearth wrote:

ehiker133 wrote:"Sticky... or slimy." mutters Desmond, in reply, as he peers intently at a spot on the wall during a brief lull in their forward motion.

The stuff is neither sticky, nor slimy. If anything, it is like an incredibly fine coating of super-brittle silk. The merest touch of a dagger point snaps the stuff of like dried paint that splinters into a tiny tiny fragments.