Ziggurat: Game Thread

The peasant struggled to see what was going on under the weight of the heavy luggage he had to carry for the conquistadores...

"What happened... oh... the entrance caved in. Is thar any other way out?"

The others turned around and look at him in a funny way.

The peasant looked confused for a moment. "Oh, I guess not."
 
The nobleman listens to the lieutenents speech, and replies by unsheathing his sword and taking a heroic pose. "That's the spirit. Onwards! To glory!"
 
"Speaking of spirits, I thought I heard something in that corner..." said the peasant, seemingly unafraid, pointing to a small but noticeable dent in the stone wall of the ziggurat to their left...
 
The Native soldier unsheathes his obsidian sword.

Me no habla Español. We all dead. Ziggurat bad !
Me follow and fight enemies.

The native soldier turns toward the native scout and shaman and utters a quick sentence in Nuatl. At this, all three have a good laugh.
 
The Swordsman salutes his lieutenent and stands behind him with his sword out.

I shall follow where you lead sahhh.
 
"Uggh... Natives... They don't speak my language and are uncivilized. What's next, they start eating with their faces? I just want some friggin' gold from here."
 
"Nous ne jamais pouvons escapéer. Non, non, je ne suis pas un traiteur francais, je suis un spaniard, huevos y bacon y jamon vous ne comprends pas? Je suis un homme à bow à croix, non francais..."
 
Vous Avez tort! C'est vraiment possible d'escaper! Mais, vous devez penser a la possible pas les problemes.
 
"Uggh... Natives... They don't speak my language and are uncivilized. What's next, they start eating with their faces? I just want some friggin' gold from here."

We are not cannibals. we do not eat one and other's faces...

That would be disgusting and slightly uncomfortable.

and you supposed European/frenchmen... echaper, not escaper :p.. letting a native speak your language better than you...
 
OOC: Can we speak in English? Getting annoyed, my lvl 2 Spanish skills don't comprehend some of what you are saying.

IC: I don't mind you natives. Just your stupid temple. Now where is the gold?
 
Hidden deep inside... and i will not let you touch the offerings. that would call down the curse of the gods upon you... and your one god will not be able to resist the might of the entire pantheon of aztec gods, all of which who's homeland are closer than your God...
 
"Look here now, I have the best language of all at my disposal.

"Listen closely."

The Clergyman brings his arms together, then suddenly brings them out with a swish to the sides as his robes flutter. Then he chants.

Kyrie, rex genitor ingenite, vera essentia, eleyson.
Kyrie, luminis fons rerumque conditor, eleyson.
Kyrie, qui nos tuæ imaginis signasti specie, eleyson.
Christe, Dei forma humana particeps, eleyson.
Christe, lux oriens per quem sunt omnia, eleyson.
Christe, qui perfecta es sapientia, eleyson.
Kyrie, spiritus vivifice, vitæ vis, eleyson.
Kyrie, utriqusque vapor in quo cuncta, eleyson.
Kyrie, expurgator scelerum et largitor gratitæ quæsumus propter nostrasoffensas noli nos relinquere, O consolator dolentis animæ, eleyson.

"By the way, that was all divine and stuff. I don't speak anything other than proper Spanish. Really."

Ce n'est pas vrai. Il parle anglais aussi.
 
Day 1- Room 1

After the entrance collapsed, the party took some time to re-evaluate themselves and regain their composure. That having been done, they seriously looked at their situation.

They are in a room with four exits, supposedly. Of course, the exit to the outside was collapsed, so there were only three doors to pick from. The Engineer quickly made some fire with some flint and tinder to light the wall sconces with, and by the torchlight they saw that the room had a bare stone floor, was perfectly rectangular, and was quite large. It had an empty stone pedestal in the center with faded words chiseled into it. No one could read the language, however.

It seemed to differ from the writing near each of the doors. The door on the left warned of man-made wasps. The door straight ahead had no words, but a picture of a tree. And the door on the right had a black stain nearby.

Now the party had to decide who would go where, to secure the path through the temple and hopefully to safety.
 
OOC: Up to four people, though less can go if you wish. I'll pick the top four from votes to go in. Keep in mind you can vote for four people at once, not just one. Also, only one room at a time.
 
I also vote: straight forward.

I volunteer to go first if you wish commnder.
 
Lutzj, eager to be first to find the temples secrets, rushes ahead, only to duck suddenly as a massive log swings from a high rafter, triggered by some unknown power. His loaded musket goes off in the chaos, scaring the natives half to death and lodging a hunk of lead in the crossbowman's leg. Lutzj offers to help carry the crossbowman until his injuries improve, but it is obvious that the young man in unliked now by the old soldier, but his relations with the surgeon, who finally has a chance to fully showcase his art, improve slightly.
 
The Lieutenant looks at the three doors carefully. His comrades express their support for the middle door, and it would appear to be the wisest choice. He ponders the situation with intensity.

"It would appear the center door to be the most forgiving of the three. However, I'm not so sure this would be the wisest decision. Perhaps the creators intended this to be a trap of sorts, by putting a universal symbol of tranquility on a door with its worst inside. Perhaps we should go through the door with the man-made wasps? This sounds like the most predictable thing awaiting us on the other side. The walls probably shoot darts at us or something of the like. I've read about are temples with similar defenses. What do you all think?

"Oh, and I admire your bravery Pinman, volunteering to enter the unknown. Seeing as I am the leader of the exhibition, I too shall enter the first room. Lead by example!"
 
Ummm... I think that door, just maybe, is RIGGED WITH MASSIVE SWINGING LOGS!
 
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