tile run - group 3

[soulping]

( circumstances have conspired to separate those who went into the maze, splitting them into three groups, with each group taking one fork in the road.

a wisp of light guides them forward, gleefully bobbing up and down, slowing down just enough so it doesn't lose those following it, then speeding off around the next corner as soon as they start to catch up. )

Comments

[nobilityobliges]

Combi -- nation? [Her eyes widen.] Hav -- e yo -- u reached th -- elevator?

[feytality]

Yep, yep! Come on, you've got a royal tip for me, right? Use your astral safe projection!

[nobilityobliges]

I kn -- ow the combi -- nation! The oth -- ers found it!

It's sev -- en, se -- ven, s -- even!

[feytality]

Three sevens? Is that it?

[nobilityobliges]

Y -- es! Thr -- ee sevens!

Lis -- ten! You hav -- e to -- be care -- ful! There's a -- [She fizzes out. She's starting to fade.]