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One kin thought that the rustling was the correct path, but she would be wrong. However, luck was on her side and missteps bring her down the left path where she joins the kin who successfully followed the scuttling noise.

It turns out that the scuttling sounds is beetles. Unfortunately for those who find themselves a little squeamish, some beetles fall from the ceiling of the cave onto the kin walking under them before crawling off and others simply crawl onto the kin from the floor whenever a hoof gets in their path.

Soon they become fewer and fewer and those that remain stuck on kin are easily shaken off onto the ground. By the time the kin have to make their next choice, the beetles are long gone.

To the left, there is no sound, but there is a dank, almost rotten smell emanating from that direction.
To the right, there is also silence, but there is the distinct smell of dust floating down that path towards them.



You have 24 hours to respond to this prompt with a short paragraph explaining your kin's decision.

Remember to bold your decision, left or right, and roll a 1d20.

Tribe: Westfen
Kin: Westward Bound

Sun didn't mind the beetles, but he did mind, well...smells. He wouldn't like to rely on his nose to get around at all. Dust meant something had remained untouched for a long time - and the rotten smell...could mean corpses, or poison. Yet he thought it wiser to head left anyway: better to take the path that other kin had walked recently. Or other life, anyway.

No matter how unpleasant it was. He winced as he walked.

The kin who head down the left path find that the smell only gets stronger until suddenly they splash into a pool that comes to above their knees. It has gone rancid in the cave with little to disturb it and although the kin are able to walk through it, the experience is thoroughly unpleasant. They will smell of the water for the rest of this challenge until they can get out and take a bath in a fresh pool of water or in a stream.

Smelling of bad water, they walk on until they must make another decision.

To the left, you smell something wet and alive, like plants split open in the breeze.
To the right, you smell nothing, hear nothing, and feel nothing. There is no shift in the air to let you know where to go.




You have 24 hours to respond to this prompt with a short paragraph explaining your kin's decision. This is the last prompt!

Remember to bold your decision, left or right, and roll a 1d20.

Tribe: Westfen
Kin: Shameless

Despite heading away from the stench, Shameless found herself growing closer to the putrid scent regardless of her attempts. Perhaps the smell was messing with her head; regardless, it was hard not to gag as she suddenly tripped into a shallow pool, the very source of the aroma that was burning her nostrils. She couldn't suppress a sickened cough as she tried to tread through the water, the sound echoing off of the slick walls and down to who knows where.

If anything, at least the pool gave way to solid ground soon enough, even though she now reeked of the very smell that she tried to hard to avoid. Even though Shameless tried desperately to shake the water still clinging to her hide, the stench remained, leaving her to traverse the rest of the cavern blind to her sight and, well, blind to her sense of smell as well. It was hard to scent anything through the cloud she now bore.

As she neared the newest fork, however, something far more pleasant wafted through the stink, cut through like a sharp rock. It was wet too, but what wasn't in this awful place? At least it smelled green and fresh, the latter being something a tad more rare for this environment. She headed down the left path, rushing towards what she hoped might be the end, enticed by possible freedom and the smell of life.

While Shameless also chose to go right, a stumble or a bump actually led her down the right path, which incidentally is also the right one in the sense that it is the correct path leading out of the cave. She doesn't know it though and this path goes on and on forever, giving nothing away until suddenly there is a shift in the air that smells not of the wet cave but of the Swamp. On and on, the path leads up until suddenly it opens up to the surface and the end of the maze.