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((Set right after this rp))

Sig had grabbed at the die without thinking. He didn't wonder why it was in the grass, or why such an old wooden die was around. He didn't think it would be anything more than a minor nuisance. He didn't figure it would be an issue.

That's where his problems started, he hadn’t thought.

He should have. He should have stopped and wondered, especially after his encounter with the horse and its rider. His neck ached and his breathing was still ragged but honestly none of it compared to the s**t he had just been through. The squire had scooped up the normal looking die planning to use it as a projectile against the corrupt senshi he had just been fighting only as soon as he touched it a harsh, strong wind just slammed right into him. It whipped around and before he knew it he was in some dark blank space. No longer in the park he had been fighting the corrupt in. No longer surrounded by pea soup fog.

Slowly a path appears in front of him, illuminating the way forward only. It remained a void everywhere else. There was nothing else to see other than the line of squares stretching out in front of him, each distinctly marked with golden symbols on them and in the far distance, a wooden platform. Sig stepped to the edge of his current ‘square’ and tried to look over the edge but his head thunked rather solidly into an invisible barrier. A quick check proved that the other three sides were as equally impenetrable, even the one that connected to the pathway. He was trapped.

The squire absently fiddled with the die that was still in his hand, trying to contemplate his next move. He really couldn’t see anything but the pathway. Nor could he sense anything. He was well and truly in a void. With a sigh he examined the little game piece in his hand, hoping it would give him some clue. When Sig had grabbed it off of the ground he had just gotten a quick impression of wood and a glint of something shiny but here, in this void, he could see that the ‘simple’ die was anything but. Each side of the old wooden die had a gilded number, one through six, carved into it and the whole thing seems to be made of old, stained wood with fossilized opal. It was rather pretty really.

Pretty and oddly familiar.

It took Sig a moment to realize that the platform at the end of the path looked eerily like the die that was in his hand. A dark wood that seemed to have the same fossilized opal inlay as the die, and the pretty golden symbols from the path along the rim. That made it pretty clear that they were all connected. How, he didn’t know, but that didn’t really matter right now. He was more concerned about how to get out of there.

((Rolled: 1))
((Space 6: You hear a shrill, humming noise; it sounds almost like something is firing past you–and sometimes, you even feel a sharp burst of air, like something has just missed you. Maybe, even, it does get a slice out of you. Sharp, bladelike threads seem to string up around you; you’d best be careful not to get cut on any of them between now and your next dice roll.))

Sig took that as a good sign and scrambled to the next square only to come up against the barrier again. This time he had a decent idea of what was going on since he had spotted the one pip on the die he had dropped. He was stuck in some kind of demented Jumanji type game. Except instead of the stuff happening in the ‘real world’, he was on the gameboard. Literally.

The young man bent down to pick up the game token when a shrill, humming noise had him freeze in place. It was like something flew past him. This sound was quickly repeated, one after another. Someone, or something, was firing something at him. It wasn’t until a sharp, stinging sensation against his arm made him move quickly. Especially since he was starting to see the small threads that were rapidly filling his current square. The same threads that had cut his arm. The knight tossed the die, silently praying it rolled high so he could get out of there faster.

Six.

((Rolled: 3))
((Space 15: Bats. Maybe you missed them attacking earlier, but they’re back again, and angrier than ever. Instead of just screeching or scratching, they’re swooping down and biting now–and the effects are instantaneous. The little teeth are sharp and painful, but once bitten you might feel agitated and prone to violence, and you might feel perpetually cold and hungry with no relief in sight. The effects might last when you leave the square–or they might linger for a few hours or days after you get out of here.))

Sig was still coughing and practically hacking up a lung by the time he had staggered the three squares that the die had rolled. He silently wished it had gotten a higher roll but beggars couldn’t be choosers so he would take what he could get. The squire gratefully took a deep breath, at least this square wasn’t full of smoke. That gratitude quickly went down the drain when he started to get swarmed by bats. Screeching and swooping bats. Bats that seemed to have a vendetta against him.

He had already been trapped in a string twister, cut six ways to Sunday, add in the bats and he was soon bleeding. Bleeding and cold. Getting more and more agitated as the swarm continued, along with hunger. He wished he had eaten before he had left for the store. With a growl Sig swung at the bats even as he tossed the die to escape this particular square.

((Rolled: 2x2=4))
((Space 20:The end; once you have arrived here you are free to leave. You will see be basked in the glow of a beautiful, opalescent aura that will take you back home. If you arrived with a guest, you can leave without them or choose to stay until they make it to the end as well. When you arrive back in Destiny City, you may choose to keep the six sided die–if nothing else, it’s pretty! Though, it doesn’t seem to have any magical qualities, that might be for the best.))

After one final roll he reached the platform he had been aiming for the entire time. Sig didn’t get very long to breath before he was covered in a glowing, almost opalescent, light. Once he could see clearly again, that light left spots in his vision for quite some time, the squire realized he was back in the city. A quick look around proved that the fog he had been in prior to his gameboard shenanigans was gone, as was the corrupt senshi he had been fighting.

Sig took that opportunity to book it. He quickly got out of there, tossing the die he still had in his hand in the nearest trash can since he was unwilling to keep such a dangerous little object. He just hoped he wasn’t too late to make it to the store before it closed for the night.

FIN