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Tomb of Bound Horrors - Party 1, Room 5
7 years ago
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If you're still alive, under the sea,
I'll cut off both my legs and become a fish.
If you come close enough for me to fall into the depths,
I'll become a shadow, wandering the endless darkness. Arranged as always by the great 
TwistedSnakes and 
Cryptic796
The trio of slightly restrained adventurers come to a grand room sporting a golden ceiling and a silver floor with a pair of massive intertwining statues of Inndyr and Nidhyrgg at the far end. The silver coating Inndyr and the gold on Nidhyrgg had a mirror-like sheen the caught and bounced light off of them. The sight of the statues filled the group with awe in their presence. The room was too magnificent to not be the end.
Before the statues stood an altar of polished white marble draped in a gold and silver cloth. Perched atop the altar was a golden key in an ornate design and inlaid with rubies. It was eye-catching.
“This can’t be the last room.” Cobra said, marveling at the key and the statues. “Can it really be this easy?”
Fang shrugged and shook his head. He doubted the legitimacy of the key instantly; it was too convenient. But thanks to the gag he couldn’t tell the others of his doubts.
Seglagg walked to the statues and stared at them. “Never in all of my travels have I seen statues quite like these. I mean, it is possible this is the last room. Somehow, I feel that it might be, but I don’t want to be blind to a trick.”
“We should inspect that key.” Cobra walked to the altar, dragging Fang along.
“Mmmhhmmmph!” Fang nodded quickly and squeezed Cobra’s hand. He would need to be extra creative on how he communicated with his friends.
“You guys stand back, I’ll check it out.” Seglagg said, ushering the conjoined pair off to the side of the altar carefully. “I don’t want to mess up and you both pay for it.” Once the other two were far enough back, the lizard leaned over the altar and noticed a few familiar etchings along the carved columns and frame. “The altar is a trap like the one from before, when all thirteen of us first arrived. Damned thing almost got Crestor and I, and I think this one is probably a nastier trap.”
“Damn,” Cobra breathed. “This isn’t good. Theres got to be a trick in here. The altar is probably trapped to protect the key, but there is also no visible door.”
“Nggph? Smmrrph fmmr mmt?” Fang gestured and pantomimed looking around with his free hand over his eyes as if to block the sun.
“Yeah, good idea,” Cobra nodded and pulled Fang around the room to look for doors. After a few minutes of finding nothing they returned to Seglagg, still studying the altar’s markings.
“We know there is a trick,” he said, the tip of his tail rubbing at his goatee. “I wish we knew where to start. At least we can talk in this room.. Well, except for Fang, but he’s gagged. Sorry, buddy.” the lizard frowned.
Fang looked away from the others, discouraged by his evident handicap of a muzzle.
“Aww, come on, Fang” Cobra nuzzled and kissed the husky’s cheek. “We still love you.”
Seglagg nuzzled his other cheek. “I could try to take off the gag, but I don’t know if would be able to manipulate my tail for another escape after that. I’m sorry.”
Fang gave awkward one-armed hugs signalled that he was alright with his current situation.
“Alright,” Cobra said, “What is the plan then?”
“Well,” Seglagg sighed. “The key and the statues are all we have to go off of. It is possible the key needs to be taken to active a hidden door or maybe we need to climb the statues. I would advise against climbing the statues as Inndyr and Nidhyrgg have been very kind and generous to us and I think climbing statues of them would only make them angry.” He looked at the statues and took a breath. “Inndyr and Nidhyrgg, please guide us to safety in this tomb or show us something about the Unleashing Key.”
Fang gasped in suspense in his gag awaiting a response to Seglagg’s plea, but none came.
“I’m at a loss,” Cobra sighed and hung his head. “That was a good idea to try, but we could be tested on our faith here as well. I wouldn’t give up on the deities just yet, but perhaps we should be more cautious still. Deities can be fickle.”
“You’re right,” Seglagg nodded.
“Mmmbyph wmm kwmmph bwmmrrt tmmph twmmphs?” Fang offered, his ears folded back as the nonsense sounds the muzzle had reduced his speech to.
“Bait the traps?” Seglagg raised an eyebrow. “We could try, but without knowing what the traps were aside from the altar they would be hard to bait. Not to mention none of us are really in a state of mobility to successfully bait a trap. Sorry, Fang. It is a good idea, but we can’t capitalize on it, I am afraid.”
“Hmm, maybe there are runes somewhere?” Cobra asked. He cast a simple detection spell, his eyes glowed a vibrant blue as he looked around the room once again. He frowned soon after. “There are no secret runes. Damn. Seg, what do you suggest we do? We’re running out of options.”
Seglagg sighed once more, a sinking feeling in his stomach. “I think we need to take the risk with the key. It is all we have to go off of. Nothing else we have tried was successful.
Fang shook his head and whined into the gag, trying to signal to Seglagg not to do what he was likely about to. Cobra only nodded and quietly agreed. “You’re probably right.”
“I don’t trust the key to be safe.” Seglagg said. “But we need to at least try it. I’m going to break those shackles so you both can go your own way should something bad happen. I love you both.” He walked up to his companions and struck the chain of their conjoined shackles, breaking it, leaving the metal band around their wrists still. “Well, that’s a new fad accessory, guys.” He kissed their cheeks and readied his tail to grab the key.
“Be careful, Seg,” Cobra said as he helped Fang hop to a safe distance away from the altar.
The lizard took a breath, closed his eyes, and swiped the key from the altar.
There was a brief moment of false hope for Seglagg, causing him to believe the Key wasn’t a trap, but then it’s true nature was revealed. The key grew in size to a feral crocodile’s head in pure gold with ruby eyes filled with malice. The jaws opened and yards of rope shot out at Seglagg. He yelped and tried to dodge out of the way, inadvertently slicing the ropes binding his wrists on the corner of the altar. This didn’t stop the magical ‘key’ from catching his still. Ropes coiled around his wrists, ankles, and tail, spreading him out without the ability to reach any of the knots. The ropes pulled him high into the air as a pair of ropes wove their way around his torso into an intricate rope harness to tightly hug his chest and crotch.
“Ah, gods no…” He breathed as the ropes constricted him tightly and pulled taught, denying any slack or range of motion aside from moving his head back and forth.
There was a flash of light from the ruby eyes of the former key as a generous lengths of sticky black ribbons shot from the magical maw of the trap to enwrap Seglagg’s head to form a blindfold and gag.
“Mmmph?” he called into the gag and tried to struggle, but the ropes wouldn’t budge.
“Seg!” Cobra called up to the lizard. “Are you alright?”
“Cmmphbrmm!” Fang grunted into his gag and tackled the wolfdragon just in time as the rug behind the altar reaped up to strike the pair. Fang rolled over and pointed at the carpet. With a gold light emanating from his eyes, he shot a beam of radiant energy at the rug, burning it to a crisp.
“Damn! Thanks, Fang!” Cobra nuzzled the husky. “You saved me there.”
Fang pat Cobra’s shoulder and got up slowly and hopped over to where the rug used to be. In its place was a trap door. He growled into his gag. Seg’s capture could have been avoided, he thought bitterly, but then remembered how they had checked the room thoroughly. The rug only came alive after Seg had taken the key. He shook his head at the doors’ and traps’ designs.
“We should get going,” Cobra said, nodding to Fang. He looked back up to the suspended lizard. “I’m sorry, Seg. Hang in there. We’ll get you down.”
Fang sat on the ground and opened the trapdoor, finding a ladder within. Soon, he and Cobra had descended into the tunnel below and closed the door behind them, leaving Seglagg behind.
Despite himself, Seglagg was becoming aroused by his predicament. His kinky tendencies were getting the better of him and the rope harness around his chest and crotch wasn’t helping any.
“I see you are enjoying yourself,” a voice taunted him. “Good. It is good to enjoy the magic of life, isn’t it. I think you will enjoy being part of my collection, don’t you?”
Cryptic796 has been eliminated!
TwistedSnakes and 
Cryptic796The trio of slightly restrained adventurers come to a grand room sporting a golden ceiling and a silver floor with a pair of massive intertwining statues of Inndyr and Nidhyrgg at the far end. The silver coating Inndyr and the gold on Nidhyrgg had a mirror-like sheen the caught and bounced light off of them. The sight of the statues filled the group with awe in their presence. The room was too magnificent to not be the end.
Before the statues stood an altar of polished white marble draped in a gold and silver cloth. Perched atop the altar was a golden key in an ornate design and inlaid with rubies. It was eye-catching.
“This can’t be the last room.” Cobra said, marveling at the key and the statues. “Can it really be this easy?”
Fang shrugged and shook his head. He doubted the legitimacy of the key instantly; it was too convenient. But thanks to the gag he couldn’t tell the others of his doubts.
Seglagg walked to the statues and stared at them. “Never in all of my travels have I seen statues quite like these. I mean, it is possible this is the last room. Somehow, I feel that it might be, but I don’t want to be blind to a trick.”
“We should inspect that key.” Cobra walked to the altar, dragging Fang along.
“Mmmhhmmmph!” Fang nodded quickly and squeezed Cobra’s hand. He would need to be extra creative on how he communicated with his friends.
“You guys stand back, I’ll check it out.” Seglagg said, ushering the conjoined pair off to the side of the altar carefully. “I don’t want to mess up and you both pay for it.” Once the other two were far enough back, the lizard leaned over the altar and noticed a few familiar etchings along the carved columns and frame. “The altar is a trap like the one from before, when all thirteen of us first arrived. Damned thing almost got Crestor and I, and I think this one is probably a nastier trap.”
“Damn,” Cobra breathed. “This isn’t good. Theres got to be a trick in here. The altar is probably trapped to protect the key, but there is also no visible door.”
“Nggph? Smmrrph fmmr mmt?” Fang gestured and pantomimed looking around with his free hand over his eyes as if to block the sun.
“Yeah, good idea,” Cobra nodded and pulled Fang around the room to look for doors. After a few minutes of finding nothing they returned to Seglagg, still studying the altar’s markings.
“We know there is a trick,” he said, the tip of his tail rubbing at his goatee. “I wish we knew where to start. At least we can talk in this room.. Well, except for Fang, but he’s gagged. Sorry, buddy.” the lizard frowned.
Fang looked away from the others, discouraged by his evident handicap of a muzzle.
“Aww, come on, Fang” Cobra nuzzled and kissed the husky’s cheek. “We still love you.”
Seglagg nuzzled his other cheek. “I could try to take off the gag, but I don’t know if would be able to manipulate my tail for another escape after that. I’m sorry.”
Fang gave awkward one-armed hugs signalled that he was alright with his current situation.
“Alright,” Cobra said, “What is the plan then?”
“Well,” Seglagg sighed. “The key and the statues are all we have to go off of. It is possible the key needs to be taken to active a hidden door or maybe we need to climb the statues. I would advise against climbing the statues as Inndyr and Nidhyrgg have been very kind and generous to us and I think climbing statues of them would only make them angry.” He looked at the statues and took a breath. “Inndyr and Nidhyrgg, please guide us to safety in this tomb or show us something about the Unleashing Key.”
Fang gasped in suspense in his gag awaiting a response to Seglagg’s plea, but none came.
“I’m at a loss,” Cobra sighed and hung his head. “That was a good idea to try, but we could be tested on our faith here as well. I wouldn’t give up on the deities just yet, but perhaps we should be more cautious still. Deities can be fickle.”
“You’re right,” Seglagg nodded.
“Mmmbyph wmm kwmmph bwmmrrt tmmph twmmphs?” Fang offered, his ears folded back as the nonsense sounds the muzzle had reduced his speech to.
“Bait the traps?” Seglagg raised an eyebrow. “We could try, but without knowing what the traps were aside from the altar they would be hard to bait. Not to mention none of us are really in a state of mobility to successfully bait a trap. Sorry, Fang. It is a good idea, but we can’t capitalize on it, I am afraid.”
“Hmm, maybe there are runes somewhere?” Cobra asked. He cast a simple detection spell, his eyes glowed a vibrant blue as he looked around the room once again. He frowned soon after. “There are no secret runes. Damn. Seg, what do you suggest we do? We’re running out of options.”
Seglagg sighed once more, a sinking feeling in his stomach. “I think we need to take the risk with the key. It is all we have to go off of. Nothing else we have tried was successful.
Fang shook his head and whined into the gag, trying to signal to Seglagg not to do what he was likely about to. Cobra only nodded and quietly agreed. “You’re probably right.”
“I don’t trust the key to be safe.” Seglagg said. “But we need to at least try it. I’m going to break those shackles so you both can go your own way should something bad happen. I love you both.” He walked up to his companions and struck the chain of their conjoined shackles, breaking it, leaving the metal band around their wrists still. “Well, that’s a new fad accessory, guys.” He kissed their cheeks and readied his tail to grab the key.
“Be careful, Seg,” Cobra said as he helped Fang hop to a safe distance away from the altar.
The lizard took a breath, closed his eyes, and swiped the key from the altar.
There was a brief moment of false hope for Seglagg, causing him to believe the Key wasn’t a trap, but then it’s true nature was revealed. The key grew in size to a feral crocodile’s head in pure gold with ruby eyes filled with malice. The jaws opened and yards of rope shot out at Seglagg. He yelped and tried to dodge out of the way, inadvertently slicing the ropes binding his wrists on the corner of the altar. This didn’t stop the magical ‘key’ from catching his still. Ropes coiled around his wrists, ankles, and tail, spreading him out without the ability to reach any of the knots. The ropes pulled him high into the air as a pair of ropes wove their way around his torso into an intricate rope harness to tightly hug his chest and crotch.
“Ah, gods no…” He breathed as the ropes constricted him tightly and pulled taught, denying any slack or range of motion aside from moving his head back and forth.
There was a flash of light from the ruby eyes of the former key as a generous lengths of sticky black ribbons shot from the magical maw of the trap to enwrap Seglagg’s head to form a blindfold and gag.
“Mmmph?” he called into the gag and tried to struggle, but the ropes wouldn’t budge.
“Seg!” Cobra called up to the lizard. “Are you alright?”
“Cmmphbrmm!” Fang grunted into his gag and tackled the wolfdragon just in time as the rug behind the altar reaped up to strike the pair. Fang rolled over and pointed at the carpet. With a gold light emanating from his eyes, he shot a beam of radiant energy at the rug, burning it to a crisp.
“Damn! Thanks, Fang!” Cobra nuzzled the husky. “You saved me there.”
Fang pat Cobra’s shoulder and got up slowly and hopped over to where the rug used to be. In its place was a trap door. He growled into his gag. Seg’s capture could have been avoided, he thought bitterly, but then remembered how they had checked the room thoroughly. The rug only came alive after Seg had taken the key. He shook his head at the doors’ and traps’ designs.
“We should get going,” Cobra said, nodding to Fang. He looked back up to the suspended lizard. “I’m sorry, Seg. Hang in there. We’ll get you down.”
Fang sat on the ground and opened the trapdoor, finding a ladder within. Soon, he and Cobra had descended into the tunnel below and closed the door behind them, leaving Seglagg behind.
Despite himself, Seglagg was becoming aroused by his predicament. His kinky tendencies were getting the better of him and the rope harness around his chest and crotch wasn’t helping any.
“I see you are enjoying yourself,” a voice taunted him. “Good. It is good to enjoy the magic of life, isn’t it. I think you will enjoy being part of my collection, don’t you?”
Cryptic796 has been eliminated!