A19.
This is part of the #Dungeon23 challenge in which you make one room to a dungeon every day for a year. In an effort to link my memories to the creation, I am also writing a personal journal entry with each room that may or may not be related.
You don’t have to read that part.
A19.
Large stone troughs on risers line the walls of this room. Directly above the troughs are holes for rain water. Water spouts in the shape of cupped hands are carved out of polished stone, and line the risers.
These appear to be some kind of shower system.
The floor slopes to the center of the room where you see a skeleton, that looks as though it is reaching down a narrow drain.
A metal shield, a short sword lay nearby. The skeleton wears nothing except for a gold necklace. In the flicker of torch light you catch a glint of some type of precious stone, but you’d have to investigate further.
Investigating further means you get attacked by the black ooze that lives in the drain, pal.
The necklace has a familial pendant, that you probably won’t know until you try to sell this for coin.
There are, besides the entrance from the hallway, two doors, one to the north(to A18) and another to the east(A20).
You can smell through the cracks of the eastern door the pungent aroma of burning incense.
Not bad, I asked for a black ooze coming out of a shower floor in a pulp comic style.
1/19/23
I’m now at the point where I’m like fuck it, let’s throw all our shit away and start anew.
I’m not a minimalist.
I’m just sick of packing.
It’s also to the point where our living space is taken over with boxes, which means the smothering clutter of it all is nearly inescapable.
But it’ll be over soon.
I can imagine the day we unload our stuff into our new house, standing in the backyard and looking at trees.
And hearing the sound of quiet.
It’s nice. It gets me to sleep at night anyway.
But yeah, I’m about to just throw this shit away. Marie Kondo style. My joy is not sparked.
I think a big struggle, is I have a lot of little bits for crafting, and we’re going to a place where I’ll have the room to craft cool shit. So it feels counterintuitive to throw it away, if I’m about to finally get to use it.
But again. Is my Joy Sparked?
If one is not immediately sparked with joy should they dispose of the offending object? Maybe you need to give it a second to be useful. I dunno. I only watched one episode of that show. I learned how to fold a shirt funny, which I did for a week before forgetting about it until just now.
…
Been listening to some actual play podcasts while I pack. When we started the show I couldn’t listen to anyone else. I tried, but I just couldn’t get into anything that I liked before. It’s weird and difficult to explain, but I guess when you’re making one - you don’t want to listen to other people do it.
Now that we’re on a bit of hiatus because of the move, I’ve been able to listen to some and actually enjoy them.
However… it all just makes me want to get back to the show. Everything I listen to makes me think “How would I do that scene?”
So the good news is I’m still very very hungry to make a good show when we come back.
See you tomorrow.
-Jae
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