Ninefingers sat down on the shuttle and looked across at the rag-tag team. Randolph was sat on the floor next to Mercator who looked worse for wear. He looked across at Alex...Jeffrey...Bryce.

Bryce was grinning. This was his favourite part. He slammed down on the launch button and the shuttle took off. Ninefingers held on for dear life as the shuttle bounded across an expanse of passageways. It curved twice before leaving the tunnel and trundling along an open track atop the fiery chamber. That was the most frightful part. Finally it ground to a halt after two very sharp bends and sent the group careening forwards.

They climbed down with an assortment of groans. That wasn't good for the already aching limbs. Bryce was leaping up and down in joy. He wanted to go again.

The shuttle moved towards the East in this new room. It was a blueish room with a bench along the wall. There was a now dry blood splatter across the floor. The group sat on the bench and recovered from the bumpy ride. Above them there was a button. Bryce pressed it excitedly but nothing happened.

There was a collective sigh. Still a long way to go...

You each have about 22 hours to move through an available exit.

Players (10):
AlexORG
Bryce
Helios Garabandia
Jeffrey Fernandis
Klaus
Korru
Malarkey
Mercator
Ninefingers
Randolph Carter

Exits:
North
East
South
Board the Shuttle

The doors open after much delay. Time to move on.
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