Door Handle.
The landscape spins and swirls into streaks of colour. You drool uncontrollably from the nausea, your empty stomach heaving in vain. You shut your eyes and curl up, waiting for it all to stop.
And stop it eventually does, the spinning giving way to a gentle swaying before you feel stillness once more.
Ned is groaning and you discover you are laying on top of him.
"I don't believe it. He found Alfie!"
"Alfie! Did you manage to break the seal?"
"Seal? What seal?" The hatch hangs open and you squint up at the two figures standing over you. A white-hot rod hangs from the ceiling over their heads, as bright at the sun. Squares of coloured light flicker by the walls. A perpetual buzz permeates your ears and your mind. The air... the air has a faint smell like molten tar.
"Come on Alfie don't fool around! You did get to the Elven stronghold, didn't you?"
"No," said Ned, as you both stagger to your feet. "The path of destiny is stronger than I thought."
The cylinder is upright, held in place with shiny white hoops made from something that is neither metal nor wood.
You glance at Ned. "What place is this?"
The two young men look at each other. The tall one with spectacles scratches his head. "Oh no. Wrong version."
"What?" His shorter, long haired companion shrugs.
"Alf," The tall one looks at you. "Tell me truthfully, have you ever seen us before?"
And stop it eventually does, the spinning giving way to a gentle swaying before you feel stillness once more.
Ned is groaning and you discover you are laying on top of him.
"I don't believe it. He found Alfie!"
"Alfie! Did you manage to break the seal?"
"Seal? What seal?" The hatch hangs open and you squint up at the two figures standing over you. A white-hot rod hangs from the ceiling over their heads, as bright at the sun. Squares of coloured light flicker by the walls. A perpetual buzz permeates your ears and your mind. The air... the air has a faint smell like molten tar.
"Come on Alfie don't fool around! You did get to the Elven stronghold, didn't you?"
"No," said Ned, as you both stagger to your feet. "The path of destiny is stronger than I thought."
The cylinder is upright, held in place with shiny white hoops made from something that is neither metal nor wood.
You glance at Ned. "What place is this?"
The two young men look at each other. The tall one with spectacles scratches his head. "Oh no. Wrong version."
"What?" His shorter, long haired companion shrugs.
"Alf," The tall one looks at you. "Tell me truthfully, have you ever seen us before?"