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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 2, 2012 19:36:39 GMT -4
The hedge maze standing before Roy seemed daunting.
"Beautiful, isn't it." Hugo said. Lord Hugo Prosperio, owner of the maze and mansion, stepped next to him as he looked towards the gates to the maze, which began to creak open.
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Post by roym on Feb 2, 2012 20:14:00 GMT -4
Roy figured he must be dreaming, walking out of a haze. With a nod to the man he'd never met before, Roy wanders in, straight on until the first turn should come up.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 2, 2012 20:21:31 GMT -4
"Now, Roy...I can call you that, right?" Hugo asked.
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Post by roym on Feb 2, 2012 20:52:14 GMT -4
"Uh yeah, sure. What's going on?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 2, 2012 21:01:05 GMT -4
"You are here at the edge of an adventure. This maze belongs to me, and inside are wonders and sights you've never seen before.
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Post by roym on Feb 2, 2012 23:01:52 GMT -4
Roy scratches his head. "No kidding. this sounds like some weird dream, but for the sake of discussion, what do I get for going in? A prize?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 2, 2012 23:41:15 GMT -4
"If you make it to the center, you will be granted your greatest desire!" Hugo said,
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Post by roym on Feb 3, 2012 0:14:32 GMT -4
Roy cannot actually recall why he came to the maze in the first place so without another word, he heads into the maze. He always heard that if you keep going left you eventually reach the goal, and using this logic sees if he can in fact take a left turn coming up...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 3, 2012 2:16:39 GMT -4
As he wandered left, he came into a small corner of the maze and before him sat a table. "To move onwards, you must drink from the goblet of Heidthorn." a note read on the table as a golden goblet filled with a reddish liquid sad next to it.
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Post by roym on Feb 3, 2012 8:46:13 GMT -4
Roy's game. Not knowing what a Heidthorn is, he takes a rather generous gulp from the goblet before setting it back down.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 5, 2012 12:17:23 GMT -4
It had no flavor, almost like water, but was crisp and refreshing as it went down.
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Post by roym on Feb 5, 2012 15:21:12 GMT -4
Roy smacked his lips a little and wonders aloud what that was supposed to do. With a double meaning, as he doesn't (yet) feel any different nor does he see any doorways or passages opening up to him...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 8, 2012 2:22:30 GMT -4
Then the water hit his stomach, and instantly his body felt odd. Pinprick tingles began to form all over his skin, and an odd wave of chills spread over him.
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Post by roym on Feb 8, 2012 2:26:36 GMT -4
Roy doubles over a shivering. In fact his teeth chatter. "Gaahh.. what's happening to me??" he moans between fits of the shakes.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 15, 2012 12:06:26 GMT -4
His arms began to shrink inwards, as did his legs. He realized quickly he was getting shorter.
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