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Headmaster Emile Rousseau
 Posted: May 18 2017, 06:33 PM
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The announcement had sent waves of excitement through the school and students, it had been two years since the last one so people had lost hope that the tournament would be returning to the school even though it was a tradition. It was almost certain considering the danger it presented many hoped they would not have it again and let it fade into history, if they didn’t it would definitely free up some space in the Mental Ward at St. Mungo’s. Though when had Hogwarts ever been concerned with the goings on of St. Mungo’s? Never, and it was highly unlikely they ever would be. Even though there had been some controversy over it due to the dangerous nature of the tournament the heads of the school would not be swayed from their determination to make this event happen, it was a critical part of the school and always would be. It was a school tradition; nothing was going to make the current administration not do it, least of all naysayers. The Participants, as well as their parents, knew the danger they were facing in this tournament and willingly consented to it. No one was ever forced to take part in the event; it was considered an honor to take part in it so naturally there were always plenty of volunteers.

You had to be reckless and not have any sense of self preservation to enter this tournament (or so most people thought), many a participants had been driven to madness and never recovered from it. In fact the last champion Clover Ravenbrook hadn’t been seen since graduation, which was par the course for the other participants. To be honest at least she had made it to graduation, some of the others had just vanished after the year was over and hadn’t been heard from again but surely nothing sinister had happened to them. Many people wondered why someone would want to subject themselves to something traumatic and potentially mutilating. Perhaps they didn’t know or understand how this tournament worked when it came time, or perhaps they themselves were simply out of their minds. Whatever the reason was people entered and participate, it made for a glorious event and much amusement for spectators and judges alike. Of course maybe amusement wasn’t the best term, maybe it just depended on how mad you were at the end of the day.

Earlier this afternoon Headmaster Emile Rousseau had summoned all the participants after lunch for pumpkin juice and biscuits under the pretext of discussing the coming tournament, however the devious man had actually slipped sleeping potion in both the biscuits and juice. The participants all filed into his office dutifully like the good little ducks they were, sitting down they took the snack he offered not once considering that it was a trick. Besides what kind of horrible professor would trick such sweet and innocent childern? Emile chuckled to himself as they all drifted to sleep; it was a trick he had used last time to get the participants to the arena. None of them had been in the last one and none of the participants of the last one were still in school so the new ones had no warning about his trick. Of course he didn’t feel bad about it; it was tradition and one of the only things he could do to repay the students for the headaches they frequently gave him. So perhaps he was just a bit sadistic when it came down to it, or perhaps it was just simply the nature of the game from now on. Certainly no one would be coddling the participants during this and much worse was guaranteed to happen to them, so if they couldn’t handle a simple trick and sleeping potion then they should reconsider taking part in this event.

As the participants woke up they would probably be a little confused finding themselves sprawled out in the tournament area as opposed to Emile’s office not to mention they probably had a bit of a headache. They could see the faces of the fans, friends, family, school, and loved ones watching them from the stands. However, soon they were shrouded in mist and faded from sight. The area quickly drew dark and a forest began to appear around the participant, the moon hidden mostly behind the clouds just the barest of bare from being full. Were you in the Forbidden Forest? Unfortunately only time would tell. If you were then it certainly couldn’t mean anything good at all, as it was still dangerous and brimming with horrible creatures who would eat you without a second thought. You should probably hope you were in a different forest; then again that didn’t mean it would actually be better than the Forbidden Forest, so perhaps you didn’t need to hope quite so much as with the Forbidden Forest you knew what dangers awaited you whereas this one was a mystery. Seeing a flash of white off to your left you can’t help but be curious, what else could possibly be here in the forest with you? Are you brave enough to find out?

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You can’t go forward by staying where you are so you must work to complete the task so you can get out of here. It was entirely too late to try and quit now, you had committed to this. Not to mention the fact they probably wouldn’t let you pull out at this point, you’d decided you wanted this fate. Besides, it would be dreadfully embarrassing if you quit now before it even really started and it would certainly only make you the mockery of the school if you did quit. Looks like you didn’t have a choice did you? Off to the left where you saw the blur is thick with underbrush and briars certain to stick you, and off to the right the trees are so thick it will be difficult to get through. If the participants turn around they will see nothing but pure darkness, and if they walked that way they’d soon hit an invisible barrier. Looks like forwards was the only way to go for the chosen participants, though one couldn’t be sure of what lie ahead of them.

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 Posted: May 19 2017, 04:58 PM
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Sophia did listen to her mother's warning about the EHC. She even had a few fuzzy memories of the participants of the last championship, but she never knew them before they went through the tasks, so one could argue she didn't fully understand the dangers of this event. But she still wanted to be in there, try to represent her house and push her limits.
When she was actually picked, she was exhilarated. Almost everyone bragged about volunteering as if that was a feat in itself. Sophia knew better. There was nothing glorious about any of this unless you actually won - or at least unless you got into the final four.
She didn't think much of it when her eyes started to drop after she and the other participants were summoned into the Headmaster's office. She got sleepy way too often, so she figured she would just force herself to push through. What a surprise it was, waking up in front of a crowd, before being promptly transported into a forest. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit that she wasn't quite sure all of this wasn't a dream. She had had nightmares about forests before, and all this nervousness and excitement from the tournament could have caused some vivid and strange dreams. She did not remember ever having a dream in which she was this self-aware, though.

The question that came to her was whether she wanted just light (she didn't want to stay in the dark, that was for sure), or if she wanted to get some advantage over whatever lurked around - there was the option of setting the forest on fire, right? ...unless the whole thing was an illusionary forest, in which case it would make a bit of a problem... Eventually, realising that she could end up surrounded by flames, she decided Lumos seemed as the safer option. She cast the charm, illuminating her surroundings.
"Okay, Sophia," she breathed out to calm herself. She hated silence. It made her anxious. Hearing her own voice helped a bit, but she knew that in a few minutes, her ears would be straining to hear anything and even the quietest of sounds would resemble gunshots in her mind. "You've got light, so you won't kill yourself by tripping over something. That's good. What's next?" she forced herself to focus on what was going on. Should she follow the flash of white that caught her eye for a moment? Or just press ahead, avoiding whatever it was that might just be alive?

She looked around, trying to decide what path would be easiest. Directly behind her, the darkness seemed to get thicker and more threatening, so she immediately decided against that. There was nothing, nothing, that could force her to go there. So that left going directly forward, to the left for the white thing, or to the right to... rebel? It was pretty obvious she was supposed to go in the opposite direction than the darkness was, so maybe if she went slightly to the side, she might avoid some of the obstacles that awaited her? But then again, this was a forest, so it would be quite easy to lose her way, even if she did go the intended way. So there probably were challenges everywhere. "Forward it is," she mumbled under her breath and started slowly walking forward, sweeping her eyes over her surroundings cautiously. There was something alive in these woods, and she was not about to let it sneak up on her.

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 Posted: May 23 2017, 11:30 PM
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The trickery the participants faced seemed to cause a serious discord, what had they been expecting when they signed up for this challenge? A walk on the lawns was definitely not it, and to be fair a walk in the Forbbidden Forest would’ve been much more pleasant when it came down to it to be honest. Upon awakening you could almost sense the optimism of the participants dying, it was almost invigorating. Although perhaps it would give them the proper motivation to push on and make the most of this challenge, or if they were unlucky it would shut them down. If it did it would be most unfortunate because they hadn’t even been truly pushed anywhere near their limits yet, though all in good time.

Sophia seemed to have her head screwed on better than some of her fellow competitors and housemates, but that didn’t mean she was untouchable. Although the panic seemed to be something a lot of the participants were dealing with waking up in unfamiliar surroundings, perhaps this would teach them to expect the unexpected when it came to this challenge. Although she did surprisingly well when it came to gathering her wits about her, the other contestants could learn a thing or two from her. But then again the first sign of insanity was talking to yourself and the girl was doing that so maybe she was quite as stable as she had always appeared to be. Oh what a tangled web the world liked to weave.

Why everyone seemed to this the path straight forward was clear it couldn’t be said, as it was decisively not. It appeared that way at first but soon enough it became a tangled mess of vines and unless you were tarzan there was no getting through. Soon the vines wrapped around Sophia’s ankles and bound her in place before tangling up her hands, overhead the vines began shaking as snakes slithered down them. Soon the snakes entered her hair, several came around the front of her and looked her directly in the face as if considering something. They looked at one another before a few bit her arms, now they weren’t venomous so they wouldn’t kill her but they would definitely sting because of the barbs on their fangs. Once the reptiles had their fill of biting her they released her as did the vines, not before they viciously shoved her forward though.


The trees were growing thick now and the underbrush seemed more gnarled here then in the surrounding areas. In the distance a noise started so quietly at first that your subconscious just ignored it but it was growing, suddenly it was so pronounced you wonder how you even missed it. It was the ticking of a grandfather clock, just hearing it was slightly oppressive like it was important and should mean something to you but you couldn’t remember what or why it was important. Ahead of you off to the left again you caught sight of the white blur from before, was it something alive? Before you could make sense of anything your attention was shifted elsewhere when an awful shrieking sound pierced the air, forcing you to your knees and to cover your ears out of fear they may bleed if you did. What could make such an awful sound, and why would they put you in a forest with it?

Recovery from such a screech would surely take some time, hopefully you thought about investing in some ear plugs after that. Ahead by the hollow of a tree you could barely make out a hole, and it drew you to it for some reason. You knew you had to get to it so you could go forward, taking a step forward you were suddenly jerked back by an invisible force. Surely your tailbone was going to be a little sore now and had you bumped your head? Looking back towards the tree you saw something white there again. Was that a rabbit? Oh dear lord, why was he wearing a waistcoat? As quickly as he was there he vanished again, certainly you must have hit your head harder than you thought when the force grabbed you. The screech echoed off to your right and in came a mostly indistinguishable shape, all you could make out was the flapping of cloth in the breeze. Coming forward the shape quickly pulled a sword from it’s robes. ”Foolish Child you never should’ve entered my domain. I will be your undoing.” The creature charged, it’s skill with the blade clear. A thought entered the back of your mind as if almost placed there, perhaps the hole could save you.

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 Posted: May 25 2017, 05:40 AM
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The 'path' got pretty quickly blocked with vines. And then they basically grabbed her. Dammit. Sophia tightened her grip on her wand, trying to wriggle free but not lose the one thing that was giving her somewhat of a fighting chance against the forest, but it was no use. They held her tight as the snakes observed her and attacked. She whimpered and groaned at the barbed teeth entering her arms painfully. It didn't hurt enough to make her scream - she thought of needles that drained her blood at the doctors, wondering whether the snake bites were to be only an irritation or if they were to weaken her through similar means. Or, she wondered, as her mind eventually dulled the sensation of biting, getting used to the pain, they could be poisonous. That could be a problem.

Finally, it seemed the creatures had enough of torturing her. By then, Sophia was scared almost out of her mind - the impossibility of movement, the fact that she couldn't do anything to defend herself... she was shivering as the vines shoved her forward, sending her on all fours, where she stayed, kneeling on the ground, for several long moments. "Calm down, Soph," she whispered to herself, holding her arms around her in a sort of self-hug. "You're okay now. Things are fine..." she desperately tried to hold back the tears that wanted to flood her eyes. A single part of her was still very much aware of what was going on and having her vision blurred or tired would be problematic at best. She pinched herself strongly in the skin right under her chin. "Come on. You can't shut down right now," she told herself in a trembling voice. "You need to get up, get a good breath in, check the bites and walk on. You can do this."
She took a deep breath, pushing herself up to stand on her feet, but her trembling knees almost sent her back down to the ground. She forced herself upright, breathing in and out, counting to four with every inhale and exhale. Finally, she huffed a full breath, feeling her heart calm a bit. "Okay," she half-groaned. "That's that." She observed her arms, wondering if she needed to do anything about the bites. Most of them didn't draw too much blood, and scabs were being created fairly quickly - unless she took longer to calm down than she thought.
Nevertheless, she didn't think she needed to do anything about those - if they were poisonous, she wasn't aware of anything that could help her within the confinements of the forest, and if they weren't, they were just annoying. So she probably didn't need to do anything about them, just forget them.

She continued on her way, tearing through the branches without any care for them - if the forest cared, it left her alone so far, and she still could burn it down if she so decided - and tried to watch out for any more snakes or living vines or whatever this stupid, awful place had in store for her. Part of her mind was still incredibly focused on the fact that she got caught and she had to stop for a second every few steps to calm down. She just couldn't stand being helpless.
The ticking that she suddenly realised was monopolising her hearing sounded as if it was trying to get her attention, but she, still preoccupied with her fear, was trying to brush it off as just another distraction on her path. The white blur appeared for a second again, but she could hardly tell if she didn't just imagine it. The loud shriek, however, was unmissable and sent her to her knees again. She stayed on the ground for some time, again, trying to calm the ringing in her ears - even though she covered them almost immediately, the shock between the silence and the agonising sound caused her hearing a shock.
Standing up again, she shook her head like a dog getting out of water and looked around her again. Thank god nothing attacked me while I was down. There was a tree with a hollow, and underneath it was a hole that seemed almost magnetic for some reason. She tried to approach it but was jerked back with some kind of invisible force. Okay, this place is officially the most irritating thing ever. She could already feel her temper rising up - it's a bit StarWars, right? Fear leads to anger, and all that. She got up, again, glaring after the weirdly dressed rabbit, wondering if she had actually got a concussion from all the nonsense happening around her, and then in came the stupid black-clothy-thing with a sword. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered Lord of the Rings, she was a nerd, after all, and wondered who in the castle was nerdy enough to argue this a good idea. The same thought tried to catch her attention and send it back to the rabbit, but honestly, she couldn't be bothered at that moment. The Ringwraith, or a very good imitation of it, was apparently not pleased with Sophia being there.
"Oh trust me, buddy, I'd rather not be 'in your domain'," she snarled and took several quick steps back. The presence of a literary character brought out more of her anger, clearing away the fear. This made the whole ordeal seem a lot less real, all of a sudden. The hole? Why would the hole save me? she wondered about the invading thought, almost swatting at her own face as if the idea was an insect. What was it that kept these things away again? Was it fire? she smirked to herself, dancing away from the reach of the creature. These things could be quick when they wanted, but mostly they were supposed to get you with the determination alone... and the idea of setting something on fire made her feel all warm inside. "Lacarnum Inflamare!" she screamed out of nowhere, pointing her wand at the Nazgûl. "Incendio!" she continued, trying to draw a fiery line that would keep the monster away from her - and the hole, she realised. Even if the thought was subconscious, she kept the access to the hole. Sophia shrugged. "It's not like I have much to lose," she mumbled to herself and jumped into the hole.

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There was much more to this competition then winning, and if the competitors hadn’t discovered that by now then there probably wasn’t much hope of them figuring it out ever. Every bit of them was about to be tested and as cliche as it sounded only the strong were going to survive, even then they were going to discover they weren’t as impenetrable as they thought. That wasn’t to say those who had been selected weren’t worthy of taking part in this challenge, just inevitably like the rest of life some were going to be better suited at this than others but even the most unlikely person could surprise everyone. This was the beginning of a journey for the majority of them and how they faired was completely up to them, well for the most part it was but they had to know that when they signed up for such madness.

It would be curious to see what would happen should the girl actually attempt to light the forest on fire, would it really burn or simply sputter out like a mocking laugh at her. It was a theory she didn’t look too eager to test, in fact her fear was clearly tangible but she was doing a rather good job of holding herself together all things considered at this point. Although she had no idea she’d just started down the slippery slope, there was no going back now and it was only certain to get worse. Her muggle references were cute but they held no sway on what existed, or didn’t exist in this world and she would soon learn that. She fought the nazgul admirably though, lighting it on fire was a stroke of genius besides for the fact it caused the thing to screech again which was quite awful. The creature took off, leaving a trail of fire behind him and igniting the forest around her, leaving her with no choice of where to go.

Piercing red eyes stared at you as you approached the hole, the rabbit was obviously disgruntled with your lack of haste in this matter. Honestly he had much better things to do then follow you around like some glorified babysitter, he was seriously beginning to question how intelligent you actually were. He was neither impressed by the fact you hadn’t found the hole without being led directly to it as well as the fact you hadn’t managed to avoid being caught in the traps of the forest as you got herded. ”You stupid child, this took you far too long. It’ll be your skin now.” The rabbit snarled, yellow teeth smiling at you. You were taking far too long to get into the hole so the impatient creature bent over and shoved you, though you got caught on the edges of the hole. ”Gluttonous child, far too many sweets.” He hissed. Giving your bum a good hard kick you came free of whatever was holding you and went tumbling into the abyss.

At first it seemed like a normal hole you were falling in, tree roots and soil decorated the wall with an occasional bug or snake but the further you fell the stranger things became. It started with a rusty desk lamp that had a broken globe and then several other pieces of furniture began to appear, unfortunately they were all broken and in disarray. Rusty nails were sticking out of the wall several inches and you were most certain to get caught on some, hopefully you were up to date on your tetanus shot. The clutter of broken furniture grew and you almost certainly got injured on the various bits scattered around the tight hole. Suddenly you got caught on the hands of a grandfather clock, the hands seemed to snag your clothes for some reason even though they were clearly razor sharp. After some struggling and certainly cuts you considered you plunge downwards ricocheting between the walls. A quick bounce off the mattress you crash through a white and black tiled ceiling and splatter on the floor. After gathering yourself up you stand up to take stock of the room, oh dear is that a chandelier next to you? A moment too late you realize you’re actually on the ceiling and go tumbling to the floor again, the real floor this time. You appear to be in some sorts of bedroom, presumably in a house, and the only door is locked.


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Even though the screech sent Sophia to her knees yet again, there was something very satisfying about the fire blazing through the woods. Sure, she was cut off from every other path than the hole - which was disconcerting - but then again, what other way was there to begin with. The only thing that didn't help her mood at that moment was the stupid rabbit. "Well, sorry that I don't enjoy getting impaled," she managed to spit out at the animal, not even weirded out by it talking anymore, before getting pushed into the hole.
The unexpected disappearance of the solid floor beneath her feet caused her to inhale quickly before the rushing of air around her knocked all of it from her. In the back of her head, she swore that if she met that stupid rabbit again, she'd make gloves out of his fur, before finally getting over the shock and realised that she was falling faster and faster, and that alongside her furniture seemed to be falling out of nowhere. It wasn't falling from the forest that she came from, anyways. There were nails on the walls, and not only did she get a long painful scratch on her shin, her hair managed to get tangled on a few of them and the speed with which she was moving by tore out several strands, which finally made her at least whimper, still unable to catch her breath.
There was a corner of a table that hit her in the ribs, quite painfully bruising them and also making breathing even harder, a dresser that she miraculously only broke a nail against, and finally she got caught on the hands of a grandfather clock that tore through her clothes, not slicing it completely but making tears and holes everywhere - although she was quite sure they wouldn't be so careful about her skin. It took quite some struggles and at one moment she almost hanged herself on her own collar, before she managed to tear off, leaving behind one of her torn sleeves, the arm that had been covered by it now all scratched and even bleeding in some spots. Her fall seemed to speed up even more before being stopped by a mattress and crashing through something and falling through the floor.

Before Sophia managed to get over the fact that no, she, in fact, wasn't dead because of that fall, she was plunged to what she previously thought was the ceiling, but no, this was the floor, because furniture stood on it, whilst there was a chandelier hanging off of what she was sprawled on just seconds before. "Messing with me is one thing, but gravity isn't usually so understanding, as far as I know," she mumbled to herself, before starting to laugh hysterically, because what was she even talking about, this was insane, there was no way that any sort of rules she ever knew would apply to anything. She fell to the floor, feeling dizzy from the fall and the fact that her laughter was keeping her from breathing. Her vision was mostly black, but she managed to scramble over to the bed and she sat back against it, not trusting her legs to support her even for the few seconds it would take to get on top of the piece of furniture. She wheezed as her laughter slowly died out, and she got her lungs working again, her dizziness slowly clearing out. She wasn't sure how long she kept sitting there, but when she finally got her bearings back, she realised that she was in a quite ordinary room. She couldn't even see any trace of her unconventional entry. Just a bed, a dresser, and a door. The girl got up, giving herself a few more seconds to regain balance on her trembling legs, before walking over to the door. "There's no way they're just letting me out of here, right?" she reached for the handle, finding it's locked. "Of course." She reached for her wand, only to realise that she had let go of it when she landed on the ceiling. "Oh no. Oh no no no no no," she started frantically searching around the room, scared that maybe the instrument had fallen through the hole in the floor before she fell back - but no, thankfully, it had only fallen underneath the dresser. As she stretched to reach for it, she was reminded all of the bruises and cuts from the fall, the one on her ribs the most painful at the moment. "Get the wand, fix yourself up, get out of here," she whispered like a mantra, knowing that a checklist was going to get her focused. Finally, she managed to curl the tips of her fingers around the wooden stick pulling it out from under the furniture and pressing it against her chest, breathing out in relief. "Okay, so, what can we do with this," she spoke, looking over the damage on her body. "We can get some ice for the bruise," she mused, looking around to see what she could use for the spell. Her gaze finally fixed on the dresser, and she cut it up using Diffindo, taking one of the pieces and turning it into ice, which she proceeded to place on her ribs, hissing half in pain, half in relief. "I'll just take a minute to get better, and then we can go," she slid back to the ground, scooting back to rest her back against the bed. She looked at the cuts on her arm - most of them seemed to be closing quickly, but she didn't know what awaited her outside the locked door, so she somehow managed to tear off her other sleeve and tie it clumsily around the worst cuts. The rest of the ice melted and she got back up. "Alright. Let's get out of this stupid place," she announced to herself determinedly, pointing her wand at the door. "No sense in going halfway, is there? Evanesco!"

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To say getting out of the bedroom was the easy part was an understatement, there was so much more left to do in this quaint house. Okay so perhaps it wasn’t such a quaint house, one really couldn’t tell from the inside with minimal decor and it wasn’t like you could see out the windows to see what it was like outside. Even if you did manage to get the shades up after a great struggle all you would see is complete darkness with no disconcernable shapes so it wouldn’t be helpful to peek outside would it. Besides it was highly unlikely given what had happened so far that you were in any place that was good, and if it had looked nice outside it was likely only a trick to lull you into a false sense of security. Tricks like that were effective though, they often distracted you from something that was important and that you should’ve been paying attention to. The door swung open at your spell and revealed an average, albeit dirty, set of stairs that descended at a normal angle. As you were making your way down the stairs you were suddenly thundered over by the rabbit, he took no care of what bits of you he stepped on. ”Ruining my home and setting us behind. How did I get stuck with such an imbecile?” He spat angrily at you. The last you saw of the creature was his coat tails as he disappeared through the wall. Of course being magical you know how barriers like this work.

Stepping through was easy, you entered a new room that has a rancid smell and it takes a moment to notice your surroundings because the stench is so bad. How could the rabbit live in a dump like this? Broken furniture and filth was everywhere, not to mention nothing was sturdy. Speaking of sturdy the stair you now stood on crumbled causing you to roll down into the heap of trash at the bottom and god knows what else, oh you’re definitely going to need a shower now and to pray you don’t get some sort of deadly disease from all this filth. Actually, it was probably best you got a booster on all your shots as a precaution. Standing up you catch sight of a ratty desk in the corner and catch a glimpse of the rabbit disappearing out a door. Approaching it and leaving to follow your “friendly” rabbit should be simple right? Unfortunately after several tries it is apparent Alohomora won’t open this door, in fact the last time you tried the knob it bit your hand. ”Okay dumbass, I’m clearly locked. Try and turn me one more time without unlocking me and it’ll be your finger next time. Besides your arse is far too big to fit through me right now Fecker. Maybe you should consider a diet.” The knob sprouted sourly at you. Oh dear locked, that meant you must find the key.

Turning around you get the distinct feeling something in the room has changed but you can’t put your finger on it until you look over the room again three more times. That Raven wasn’t on the ratty desk earlier, or was it and you didn’t realize it? Either way the bird was watching you suspiciously so you better be careful eh? Now where in the world would the key be hidden in this room? Why did a rabbit live in such squalor anyways? It obviously wasn’t sanitary but then again he didn’t seem to care much about that kind of thing given his yellow teeth. Better start digging for that key, and how were you going to fit through that door? Oh well you’d think about that when the time came. All was good and well until you noticed there was no longer just one door in the room, there were probably more like a dozen now of various shapes and sizes. All required different keys, which one would get you out of here? The sound of the ticking clock sounded in the distance again faintly, looked like you better make haste.


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Sophia was actually kind of surprised that she got out of the room. This seemed like the least thought-out obstacle so far. And there was the rabbit again. "Are you really going to be this much of an asshole the whole time?" she sighed angrily, the creature leaving too quickly for her to execute her vengeance.
Once she crossed the barrier, entering a new room, her eyes quickly watered from the shock suffered by her sense of smell. "Really?" she yelled in exasperation. Snakes, fine. A stupid nazghul, fine. A fall to the centre of the freaking Earth, fine! Taking away her senses felt like a bit of a cheap shot.
But after she had regained her eyesight through rapid blinking, she almost wished she could lose it again. The filth was making her skin crawl, just the thought of maybe having to touch any of the furniture, even walking on the disgusting floor made her want to vomit. She wasn't a germaphobe by nature, but gee, this was really, really bad.
Aaaaand then the stupid stairs broke down. Wonderful. Losing her ground, yet again, she squeaked and fell to the trash and dirt underneath. She felt something crawl down her spine. "Ewwww," she tried to stand up quickly, only to discover her legs, which apparently didn't like to loose their footing, were trembling again and gave in, incapable of holding her weight. "So help me God," she started as she slowly tried standing up again, making sure her legs were a bit steadier, "if I find out someone is laughing at this, I will find you and skin you alive." She finally looked around properly, just barely catching sight of the rabbit leaving. Fine, you're an asshole, but you haven't led me to a trap yet, so how about I give you more chances to kill me? she thought to herself, completely forgoing any sense of optimism she'd ever had. But it's not that simple this time.
When the knob bit her hand and went on with its rant about weight and stupidity, she just looked at her filthy hand and replied acidly: "I hope you die of whatever plague there is in that dirt." The aggravated girl turned back into the room and yelled: "KEY!" Then she shrugged, as if saying 'it was worth the try', and went to examine the place more closely.
It wasn't until she looked at the desk closely that she noticed the raven. "Hello, Lenore," she threw its way, not finding the strength to care about any weird looks or unnatural appearances of animals. "Just croak 'nevermore' whenever I'm being stupid, won't you?" She started going through the drawers of the table, only to discover that pretty much each of them had at least one and each of them was different. She looked up to see if the door had some kind of a sign that would help her choose the right key, but she apparently forgot that this place was asshole magic and that there would obviously now be more doors. Wonderful. She went on, looking for keys, wondering if the more keys she discovered, the more doorways would appear. It was almost like a game. A game of who can be the bigger pain. Her, or the people who orchestrated this.
Except, obviously, that this wasn't a game, and she was the only one who was really getting annoyed, but you know, tomatoes, tomahtoes...

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The great key debacle was truly an issue as the search progressed you found hundreds of keys, and obviously some of them were the proper ones but which one and for which door? Of course cleaning the room would also help but how clean was something truly? With the filth that had been in here you were still likely to catch a communicable disease. How someone could be so messy it was hard to say, but the rabbit’s house definitely looked like an episode of Hoarders gone wrong. Oh dear, was that dung you’d just stepped in? Now this whole thing was just getting to be unreasonable and completely unsanitary. It seemed like you cleaned an area of the room and found keys but as soon as your back turned the filth reappeared, how disgusting. The only silver lining in this whole thing was you seemed to have managed to finally find every single last stinking key that existed in this room, or you dearly hoped so because going through that hazardous waste again simply wasn’t an option. Your victory celebration was interrupted by the flapping of wings, how foolish were you to forget about the raven?

The bird launched itself from the desk and came speeding toward you faster than a freight train, swing your hands to try and spare yourself you end up flinging your wand half way across the room. The bird dive bombed you with it’s claws spread heading directly for your eyes, the bird repeated the action until it got bored. At that point it took to sitting on your shoulders and using it’s beak to savagely try and peck your eyes out, whatever you’d done to this bird it looks like you’d seriously offending him. Birds were such docile animals, you’d obviously done something amazingly stupid to set it off considering it seemed to be out for blood. After some struggle you finally managed to get the bird to leave you alone, although it returned to the desk in the corner it watched you wearily as if poised to attack you again at any moment. Looks like you needed to be careful and not set the bird off again.

In your search for keys you’d come across a ornate gold box and a bottle that seemed suspiciously clean so you’d decided to set them on a nearby table. One key you had found was tiny and beautiful gold, clearly matching the box you’d found. On a whim you opened it and found a delicious looking pastry inside it, the bottom of the lid contained a piece of parchment that said eat me. As soon as you noticed the parchment in the box one appeared on the bottle that said drink me. Well it was rather nice of them to provide refreshments but you weren’t quite ready for anything yet, getting out of here was far more important. You went to the first door and began with the keys, about thirty in you found the right key and swung the door open. The knob of course being disgruntled at being turned so hard bit your hand like the one early. It revealed a brick wall, well what good did that do? Cussing you went on to the next door and finally managed to open it as well, only to be met with horrible nazgul screeches and the bitten hand again. You repeated the process a few more times-knobs biting you each time- until door six swung open, it was miniscule. ”Aint fittin your giant arse through here.” It cackled at you before biting your hand.

By this point you were feeling rather famished and needed to think of a way to get through this door since it appeared to be the right one. Returning to the table you cautiously removed the cork from the bottle, the contents were blue and smelled surprisingly sweet. Of course it was fine so you took a big swallow of it, only to be met by the surprise of a lifetime. The liquid turned chunky like expired milk and tasted worse than one hundred year old eggnog, oh dear you wanted to retch. Suddenly your head felt funny and you realized all the furniture in the room was growing, no that surely couldn’t be right as furniture simply didn’t grow. If the furniture didn’t grow that only meant one thing, oh dear you were shrinking. Well that solved your problem about getting out the door right? Now that you were the proper size you could see a beautiful sprawling green lawn with a dirt path that lead to a forest outside the door, oh how pretty. Skipping forward you rejoiced in knowing freedom from this terrible house was now here. Everything was going marvelously until you tried to actually go through the door, instead of escaping you ran into a clear plexiglass barrier. Stepping backwards, clearly stunned the doorknob smirked at you. ”Wrong door dumbass.” It howled before slamming shut.

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Oh, if only Sophia had the patience to stay here longer and clean out all the filth, perhaps there'd be even more keys. Under the mud on the walls perhaps, behind those spider web curtains, underneath the rug that was so stuck that it felt as if it had grown organically from the floor. But after filling the top of the desk with keys of different sizes, shapes and colours, she decided to stop. Really, what was the use of having this many keys in a single room? "That's that then. What door should we try first?" she wondered aloud, scouting out the keys to maybe find one that stood out from the rest.

Why, oh why had she let her eyes fall off the raven. Just the rustling of the feathers made her raise her head again, and then she just desperately tried to keep the creature away from her eyes, barely realising that her wand flew out of her hand. She kept one of her arms over her face to keep the crazed bird from clawing her eyeballs out and kept flailing her other hand to get him away from her head. She'd scream, but honestly, she feared for her tongue, so she just tried to shield herself as well as possible until the bird got bored.

When he finally left her alone, her face and arms were scratched and bleeding from where his claws pierced the skin. The sleeve that she used as a bandage on the earlier wounds was torn up, useless and she didn't have much more to use for this. "Oh please don't let me catch anything from all this filth," she prayed quietly to whatever deity would hear her and quickly looked around, scouting for her wand. Once she saw it, she walked slowly towards it to pick it up, careful not to disturb the raven again. What could have set him off?

The strange gold box gave even more allusion to Wonderland than the rest of the house - unfortunately, Sophia had literally no idea which item was supposed to do what. Was it the cake that made you smaller, or the drink? She decided to leave the box alone for now, if she needed the two items, she could experiment later, but now it was really time for the keys.

"I can be patient," she muttered to herself, attempting to unlock the first door, key after key. But when the door not only bit her hand again, but also opened to a brick wall, she was kinda losing it. "Hey, no worries, at least you got rid of one of the keys, right?" she huffed annoyedly, jaw set tightly. "Just god-knows-how-many more to go!"
Next door opened to another Nazgul - she didn't even pay attention to the bitten hand, really, it was boring compared to all the other things happening - but before the ringing in her ear stopped she was already trying keys at another door.
Number six was just tedious, considering that I only had ten keys that could fit there, but I already knew I couldn't fit through it. The bite felt more like a mosquito, considering the size, but that didn't make the knob's remark any less annoying. "Well you're never getting off that door, so I think I'm still better off," she replied angrily.

She was annoyed, hungry and thirsty. She knew that drinking the 'drink me' phial was probably a bad idea, but she couldn't help herself anymore, and it smelt fine! And hopefully it would get her the right size to get through the stupid door. Unfortunately - she should really start realising that when something looked inviting it would be a trap - the taste was so dreadful that she could feel her stomach turning. Once she was tiny, she threw up hard, so hard that she almost felt like she was going to lose her very organs. "Yuck," she sat down finally, head spinning, face pale and sweaty. "And not even a drop of water." She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the taste of vomit in her mouth, and finally walked towards the door that she couldn't fit in previously. At least this problem was solved, right? Turns out no, she probably was supposed to go through the Nazgul door, wasn't she, because those weren't promising anything other than despair, whilst these were trying to lure her in. And the stupid doorknob is still as smug as before. "Who're you calling dumbass, dumbass," she retorted tiredly before returning to where she started off. She needed to get back on the table, but how?

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Talk about some seriously rude doors, and now you were tiny so how did that help anything? At least you could kick the door if you wanted to, but all you’d probably get is a broken toe considering your luck thus far. Just as about you were to express your anger at the door that had just ruined your chances the door itself completely disappeared. Well that was curious. In fact the doors you had tried earlier were now gone and new ones had appeared in other places, oh dear this wasn’t going to be good. Now you weren’t going to fit through of any of the doors available, not like you would’ve been able to lift any of the keys at your present size. It was abundantly clear now that if the blue water looking concoction in the bottle made you tiny that the pastry was going to make you grow. How were you going to get back on the table? Especially now that the Raven was circling above you?

[[OOC:Please RP out in detail getting to the table, up it and to the pastry. Be creative here, and make sure your character interacts with the Raven in some way. Yes the bird is trying to gouge out your eyes.]]

What a pain in the ass this whole thing was beginning to become, and after the false sense of security the potion had lured you into it made you hesitant to try the pastry. However, what other option did you have now? Spelling yourself bigger certainly wouldn’t work, although it was almost certain that some boys had tried it on a certain part of their body and failed miserably. Wonder how many late night visits Healer Lufkin got for that exact probably, it was probably better you didn’t have to have her job for that exact reason but it provided her with ample blackmail if needed. Taking a tiny piece of the pastry hesitantly you nibbled on it, it was the most delicious and decadent thing you’d ever eaten. Of course it was like the addictive turkish delight in Narnia, you had to have more. You grew bigger, taking a bigger bite you continued to grow. Everything was fine until you hit your head on the ceiling and the lovely pastry turned rancid on your tongue, even though it was terrible you still swallowed it because for some reason you were unable to spit it out. The flavour caused you to dry heave for several minutes, unfortunately nothing came up but your stomach settled a little. Your heart dropped realizing you were now entirely too big to fit through the any of the doors, even if you managed to find the right one so you’d have to drink that potion again. Oh bother, better try some more doors before drinking that again.

[[OOC:RP out unlocking at least a minimum of 4 more doors, none of them will be the proper one out. Be creative and detailed, I don’t want you to open all the doors to the same thing each time or a brick wall. Remember each knob will bite your hand.]]

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As Sophia turned away from the door, she noticed the rest of the room was different again. At first, she assumed it was just the different perspective, but then she noticed that even the door she was previously standing at disappeared and instead there were the edges of two different, much larger door. This was getting ridiculous. She'd have enough of a problem finding one door in the dozen that there was, and this room was a stupid random door combination generator? "You know, that's really petty of you," she called out, keeping close to the wall, as she was unwilling to risk just running into the open with the raven circling around.

She tried continuing along the edge of the room, trying to get to a point where she'd be as close to the table as possible whilst not being in the open space. No bird would just fly into a wall, right? Although who knew in this crazy place.
Eventually, it turned out that she was so tiny that even if she ran along the wall, it would take her ages to get to where she wanted to go. Going straight would be largely more dangerous, yes, but at least she wouldn't have to spend years for gaining only a small advantage.
She followed the movements of the raven for a few moments. It was obvious that he could pass from one side of the room to the other in the time it took her to pass only a few inches. So she would need cover. Okay. "How about this: bricks, faceplant into the rug, over to the desk and face first into the leg of it. Take a breather there, possibly collapse, then continue on all fours?" she tried to compose a plan in her head. "Hey, maybe I'm tiny enough that Lenore won't see me!" she tried to cheer herself up while simultaneously counting all the ways the raven could kill her. Oh well, no sense in dreading the future, when you can dread the present, right? she rolled her eyes and started running.

By the time she got to the pile of bricks that she considered her first checkpoint, the raven was circling in smaller and smaller rounds right above her. She somehow managed to squeeze between two of the bricks and curled up into a ball. "You can't see me, I'm not even here," she whispered to herself, waiting to hear the rustling of the wings above her quieten and move away. The raven was quite persistent, circling around for a good five minutes before moving away to circle the whole room again. Sophia carefully and quietly uncurled herself again and slowly moved out of the pile before bolting again in the direction of the writing desk. At around the halfway point, when she heard the raven close in again, she jumped forward and landed on all fours to quickly get into laying position, face squashed against the floor to protect herself. Unfortunately, this time the bird didn't just circle around until losing interest, this time it came swooping down onto the girl and it grabbed her and lifted towards the desk. It probably considered the piece of furniture to be its nest.

It threw Sophia on the wooden desktop, and she rolled over a few times before stopping on her back, trying to get her breath back, before she realised she was wide open to the bird's attack and so she rolled over on her stomach again, to shield her face and stomach. There she stayed for a few moments, hearing Lenore's claws scratching the surface, feathers rustling when the bird tried to come at her from the air - fortunately, the girl was now saved by the fact that the claws couldn't grab her from the solid wood, and so the creature couldn't get to her more important parts. It didn't seem to show much interest to the rest of her, once it couldn't see her front. Strange.
"Alright, you can't stay here," she muttered to herself, when after the bird's claws sounded particularly close to her. The bird took to circling the room to get a better leverage to turn her over, which gave her a chance to grab her wand and cast against it: "Immobilus!"
And that was when her tinyness really showed its disadvantage - it somehow affected her spell, and instead of freezing the creature, it only immobilised one of its wings for a few moments, but it was enough to send the raven crashing into one of the walls, incapable of steering itself clear. Sophia didn't wait for it to get back into shape and she bolted. There came the problem of getting down off the desk - she really didn't feel like risking the jump, she could easily break her legs. And she was wary of using another spell, after seeing the misfire that the last one caused. She eyed the drawers, trying to figure out if she could scale them, when the bird started croaking loudly and it seemed as if he was fine enough to get flying again and she reacted on instinct, jumping to the first drawer. She had left it open before, which was the only thing that saved her at that moment, otherwise she'd fall directly down to the ground. The raven didn't seem to notice her jump, as it was circling the whole room again.
"Just two more drawers and you're back on the ground. It's fine," she talked herself down from the adrenaline high as she approached the edge of the drawer to get herself out and down. She somehow managed to scale down the desk without Lenore spotting her - where she found the strength to do it, she would never know. She pressed herself against one of the desk's legs and looked at the path ahead. The table wasn't too far, but the raven was definitely going to spot her on her way. Could she make it? "I don't really have a choice, do I?" she muttered. There was only one way to do this - wait until the raven was turned away, and then run faster than she had ever run in her life. "Okay, three, two, one, go," she counted herself off before bolting, reaching for the last remnants of her strength and running for her life. The raven noticed her when she was in about two-thirds of the way and she pressed further, knowing that if she didn't manage to get to the table in this go she wouldn't find the will to do this again.

She has barely reached one of the legs of the table when the bird got to the same point, but it apparently had still a few issues with its wing and crashed right in front of her, beak snapping mere millimetres from her face. She exhaled shakily, unbelievably happy that she's managed to get this far. Not that this was the end of her troubles, but at least she was here.
Now just to get on the table. The legs of it seemed somewhat frail, maybe she could bring it down instead? She was slightly afraid that she'd manage to crash it on top of her, but then again, maybe she could get it to fall on top of the raven? It was decided - she wasn't about to waste more time scaling a stupid table.
Her first attempt was physical - she still didn't quite trust her wand - as she ran at the piece of wood and crashed into it with her shoulder, hiding her face. The table shook a bit but didn't fall down. Sophia looked up, warily, afraid that it was just acting like it was still fine and it would come down soon enough, but it remained in one piece.
"Alright," she growled angrily, marching from underneath the table and pointing her wand at the wooden leg. No sense in being gentle, and hopefully the misfire would work to her advantage this time. "Expulso!" she announced loudly, pointing at the leg closest to the bird.
The spell worked wonderfully, for what it's worth, the explosion shaking the table and bringing it down. However, the target was a bit misplaced, as it hit another leg instead, and the raven only started and flew off. At least the tabletop was now on the ground, and Sophia could get to the pastry.

She just looked at the delicious looking thing and she was quite certain it was going to be disgusting. That was how everything worked so far - nice looking meant in fact bad for her. But what else could she do? Even if she felt confident in her wand now, she wouldn't try and make herself larger with a spell, who'd be stupid enough to do that? The number of accidents that could happen from that was enormous. With a sigh she reached for the little cake, and took as small as a bite as possible, trying not to taste it at all.
Instead, the most delicious, sweet taste coated her mouth, even the smallest piece filling her with the want to have more. And so she ate more, bites getting bigger as she grew, until there was the last mouthful that suddenly tasted even more disgusting than the drink had, but she couldn't spit it out and felt only her stomach turning again, but was unable to vomit anymore. She ran a hand over her face, all these transformations and misinformation making her tired. Only then had she noticed that she grew so far that there was no way she would fit through any of the doors now. Fantastic, so she'd have to drink more of the disgusting potion. Normally, she'd shrug it off as her fault, but she was quite sure this was orchestrated just so she would have to do this, so she banged her fists against the walls. "Damn it," she cursed when she felt one of her hands run into a nail, scratching her again.

"Fine, I get it, I'm doing the door," she shouted angrily, reaching for more of the keys, trying more doors. The first door she tried took only a few tries, which gave her some hope - only for that feeling to be smashed when after the knob bit her hand, the door pushed against her with the force of wind and showed the inside of a storm cloud, grey everywhere except for the spots where she could see lightning. She had to push against the door very forcefully, but she managed to close it before too much of the rain got into the room. Not this one.
Before she managed to open the second door, she went through almost all of the keys, but finally, she managed to unlock it. Once she opened it though, she regretted it, because it opened into a flaming furnace, the hot air hitting her straight in the face and a few hot coals falling out of the door as well. The knob bit her hand. "What, you don't like warmth, stupid?" it asked mockingly.
"I wonder if you enjoyed the warmth that much if I melted you, brassface," she retorted and moved on to the next door. This one made her quite excited, as it looked as hostile as possible for a door, all metal and menacing symbolic. She actually managed to find the key on the first try, too, although honestly, pairing the most menacing key with the most menacing door wasn't that difficult. Even after the unlocking, the knob seemed almost reluctant to let her through, biting her the first moment she touched it, but she was insistent on trying these. It opened to a... decent looking place, a seemingly empty meadow, and only as she was about to step through, the huge centipede appeared. It was moving quite quickly, and if it wasn't for its length, she could've missed it, but instead she was met with the disgusting legs and she immediately slammed the door shut. "Ow!" the knob complained. "Next time listen to me, arsehat."
Sophia was getting fed up with this. What did they expect of her? There was no real way of knowing which was the right door, was there? She shook her head defeatedly and moved on to the next door. Nothing else she could do, just walk around the place, trying door after door, until she'd either get out or die in this place. Honestly, she wasn't sure she cared which anymore. She tried the keys one after another mechanically until one fit the lock, and she opened the door. It opened to just water, which immediately started spilling out and managed to drench her before she managed to push the door closed again. "'m surprised you can't breathe underwater, you have about as many brain cells as a fish," the doorknob commented before biting her hand.

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Who in the hell needed that many doors, seriously was there not something better they could do with their time then build doors? This whole thing was like a fun house gone bad, next thing you knew clowns were going to be popping out at you and it’d really be a hoot. The doors and Raven had made you forget but you noticed that awful ticking of the clock and it was starting to sound awful insistent now. What was it that this damn house wanted from you so you could get out? Blood perhaps? An eerie laugh floated across the room and the Raven joined in making its traditional Kraa sound, it was almost as if the pair was taunting you. The last thing you really wanted right now was to be laugh at, there wasn’t anything funny about this situation. Stepping forward to try another door your toe caught on the floor and you went sprawling. Laying on your back in the filth looking up at the ceiling you debated on getting up for awhile but then finally decided you wouldn’t get out of here unless you did something, not to mention the brown stains on the ceiling appeared to be moving. Standing up you considered yourself fortunate you hadn’t face planted into a pile of the refuse when you fell. Wasn’t it just your luck as you approached another door they changed again?

[[OOC: RP out opening at least three more doors, again none of them will be the right one. Be creative, and get bit.]]

Throwing up your hand in a mixture of disgust and frustration you cussed and kicked something hard, it hit the wall across from you and it was like time momentarily froze because everything went dead silent. After a few moments everything was fine so you breathed a sigh of relief and headed toward your next door trying to remain optimistic it would finally be the right one so you could get out of here. Then the ticking of the clock came back, it was loud and reverberated through the whole room. Oh that was definitely bad, and just as you had the thought a door across the room opened sending beautiful sunlight streaming into the room. Thinking it was the way out you made haste towards it rejoicing in your good fortune until severed limbs (feet, legs, arms, hands, etc) started falling through, they were in all states of decay and decomposition. To make things worse, or in my opinion more fun, they were all animated and coming towards you while all manners of fluid dripped from them leaving a slimy path in their wake. While you’d thought the room stank earlier it didn’t compare to the stench the limbs brought to the room, the clock ticking picked up and it became clear time for you was running out so you needed to make haste.

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The ticking got back into Sophia's head. "Leave me alone!" she shouted, close to tears of despair. She didn't like silence, no but the insistent clock made her feel almost worse, reminding her that she wasn't doing well enough, nothing was going right. The raven croaked mockingly as well, even if it was leaving her alone for now. "You do know I could squash you easily now, Lenore, don't you?" the girl blinked through her tears angrily. She didn't deserve to be mocked - no one could get through this any faster! She stepped forward to maybe try and catch the stupid bird to at least stop one of the sounds, but she caught her toe on something and ended sprawled on the floor once again. The filth was starting to feel almost inviting, after so long, and she didn't really feel like she had the will to get up again. The insistent tick-tocks made her annoyed though, so finally she stood up, getting back to the door.
Key after key, this really was the most boring thing she could be doing, she managed to unlock the next door after trying about fifty of them. She turned her eyes to the ceiling, silently praying to all that was good to make this door the right one.
It wasn't. Instead of anything that would allow her to leave, there were cogs and other metal things, a working mechanism - at least it was cleaner than the room she was in - it was probably insides of some clock. Maybe it was the thing that kept the infernal ticking going? The bite of the knob was almost comforting, something that already felt familiar.

Next door. Mechanical trying of keys, the counting was something to make the act a little more interesting. The first key, the second key, the third key... after twenty she got bored of regular counting and started going with the alphabet instead. The T key finally unlocked the door. She wasn't even hoping for anything upon opening it, which was why the avalanche speeding towards her only made her raise an eyebrow and slam the door closed again. The knob bit her hand. "You sure you don't want to die, girly?"

Come on, Sophia, the right door has to be in here, she thought, looking around the room. She was done with trying them in an order - who knew, maybe they changed just so she'd get the right one the last. She picked a random door on the other side of the room and walked over to it, swatting the raven away from her face when it came too close. This time she was lucky enough that the third key she tried clicked in the lock. She opened it to a moist stench of rotting flesh. It was dark behind the door, and at first, she couldn't tell what it was - it could've been a continuation of the rabbit's house, right? - but then she noticed the far walls, glistening with wetness and even though she still wasn't quite sure where the doorway led, she was very sure she wasn't supposed to go there. She closed the door, the knob bit her hand, the drill continued.

She was quite resigned at that point, and even as she kicked one of the stones from the avalanche away, she felt herself giving up. If she stayed here for long enough, she'd just lose and they'd take her out of here, right? But when the stone hit the wall, it was as if everything stopped for a moment, which immediately freaked her out, and she stopped as well, waiting for whatever it was that was going to happen because she kicked one stupid stone. But nothing happened, so she exhaled deeply and turned to the next door, knowing there really wasn't much use in just standing around. The ticking came back, this time so loudly that she was sure she wasn't just imagining it. It shook the tables, and the walls seemed to be vibrating as well. Was the room going to come down on her? This must be bad, Sophia thought, and with that thought, one of the doors opened, sunshine streaming through. Was that the way? A part of her was wary of such good luck all of a sudden, but most of her just wanted to get out of there, so she approached the doorway -- and then the limbs appeared. They came falling and crawling through the door that brought hope, just like everything else it was a red herring. Sophia turned away and frantically started shoving keys into the closest keyhole. She didn't bother counting this time, trying them as fast as possible while throwing looks back at the limbs every few seconds. They were crawling towards her, sometimes using each other as means to get forward, slimy and wet from god-knows-what and partially decomposing. The door opened. There was literally nothing behind them, just darkness that immediately swallowed her hand upon contact. "I'm not dying in here!" she shouted into the void desperately before slamming the door shut again.
Quick, find another door, some of the arms already reached her and started crawling up her legs, squeezing them way too hard, she was sure to get bruises from that, and when they reached her knees, some of them started pulling her shin from the joint, while other continued their way up her body, spreading the fluids over her clothes and reaching for her arms and around her neck. She slammed more keys into the next door, panicked. She was lucky, one of the first keys she grabbed worked on the door and it opened to reveal another door. "No, no, no, no, no! I don't have time for this!" she coughed out, tears streaming down her face and breathing hard as the arms encircled her neck. She opened the door, and the next one and the next one before the limbs held both of her arms behind her and pulled her down to the floor, pulling her apart, choking her, holding her down in the pile of limbs already on the floor. A few moments later she was covered in slime, decomposing flesh and filth, she couldn't see anything and breathing was almost impossible. She couldn't move.

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Who in the world had that many spare limbs laying around, was this a freaking cemetery? Not to mention who would be sick and twisted enough to animate such a thing? You were quickly running out of doors to try and get out so sooner or later you were going to be able to get out. Hopefully you had been smart enough to discard the keys that had already worked in the previous doors otherwise you were going to have a lot of extra keys when it came time that you actually found the right door. As evil as they were they certainly wouldn’t reuse a key for the right door, they had already made you struggle with things enough. The clock was ticking incessantly now and time was almost out, you were sure of it and it was a good thing because only two doors were left.

[[OOC:RP out an EPIC final battle with the limbs, be sure to use at least three spells in your fight. Remember you need to take some damage too.]]

After you’d finally managed to escape the limbs and send them back from the chasm from whence they came you did a little victory dance, although it was hard to celebrate when you were still stuck inside the house. Sighing you picked one of the remaining two doors.

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Approaching the door you looked over your keys and hoped for the best, you only had about two dozen left now and some could easily be eliminated due to the fact they didn’t match the hardware on the door. After three keys the door swung open, and the knob gave your hand a particularly vicious bite that might need stitches. Cussing and trying to keep yourself from bleeding more you looked out the door and couldn’t help but be a little hopeful, the scene looked like it had when you opened the tiny door earlier. Although now you had to drink that awful potion again to fit through [[OOC: This only applies if you haven’t shrunk yourself back down to size again]]. After a lot of gagging and wondering why you ever considered entering such a tournament you approached the door again. You hesitantly stepped forward because they’d tricked you before when it came to thinking you were free. Instead of being held up at the threshold you actually managed to step outside and breathe in the clean air, though you were quickly overtaken by a cloud of choking smoke that made you feel lightheaded and almost high.

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It took a few minutes by the smoke finally cleared revealing the inside of the arena and the crowd erupted into cheers, by god you were finally finished! ”All participants will report to the Hospital Wing to be given treatment by Healer Lufkin. This is not optional. Well done!” Boomed Emile’s voice. Shortly after a few staff members entered the arena and escorted you back to the castle, past the screaming and cheering crowd.

Triage topic [[OOC: You don’t have to post here unless you want, but IC you have to say your character went to get checked out]]

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