Shadow of the Ancients / Run 008 / Main Story
Round 658 Transcript
Episode 1 · Episode Round 1

As we push forward, Varikka's hobbled gait makes every step a challenge. I have to adjust my pace to keep up with her, trying not to exacerbate her injury further. The floor beneath us shifts ominously, and I grab onto a nearby rock to steady myself, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of the Guardian. Suddenly, a loud crack echoes through the chamber, and the ground gives way once more. We tumble down a hidden stairway, landing on a narrow, winding corridor. The air is thick with dust, and I can see our footprints fading into the distance. Varikka groans in pain as she struggles to her feet, her ankle screaming in protest. "We need to move," I say, my voice low and urgent. "The Guardian will be on us soon."
Varikka nods, her eyes fixed on the corridor ahead. "I see a side room up ahead," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "If we can make it in there, we might be able to find some cover."
As we approach the room, I hear the sound of scraping metal echoing from within, growing louder with every step.
I can barely make out Varikka's form in the darkness ahead of me, her labored breathing echoing off the walls. We've barely escaped one death trap just to tumble into another, it seems. "Varikka," I hiss, my voice a hushed whisper. "Wait!"
She pauses, turning to face me with a questioning look. I shake my head, pointing towards the side room. "We don't know what's in there," I say, my voice low and urgent. "It could be a trap."
Varikka nods, her teeth gritted in pain as she hobbles back towards me. "You're right," she mutters, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. "But we can't stay out here either. The Guardian will be on us soon."
I know she's right, but the thought of stumbling blindly into another trap makes my stomach churn. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Alright," I say, my voice strained with effort as I reach for my crossbow. "We'll go in slow and careful. But if anything feels off, we're out of there fast."
Varikka nods, her hand tightening on her mace as she takes a step towards the side room. Together, we inch forward, our hearts pounding in our chests as we prepare to face whatever fresh hell awaits us in the darkness ahead.
I wince at the sound of Varrika's pained gasp as she hobbles towards the side room, my grip tightening on my crossbow. The dwarf warrior is in agony, but there's no time to rest or regroup - the Guardian could be upon us at any moment. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I follow Varikka into the darkness of the side room. The air is thick with dust and debris, and I can barely make out her form in the shadows ahead of me. "Varikka," I hiss, my voice hushed and urgent. "Be careful."
She nods, her teeth gritted in pain as she takes another step forward, her hand tightening on her mace. Together, we inch deeper into the room, our hearts pounding in our chests as we scan the shadows for any sign of danger. But as we move further into the chamber, a sickening realization washes over me. The scraping metal sound is growing louder, and I can feel the ground shifting beneath my feet. "Varikka," I say, my voice strained with effort as I reach out to grab her arm. "I don't think this is a side room."
She turns to face me, her eyes wide with fear in the darkness. "What do you mean?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I shake my head, my eyes scanning the walls of the chamber. "Look," I say, pointing towards the crumbling stones. "This place is falling apart. We need to get out of here before it comes down on top of us."
Varikka nods, her teeth gritted in pain as she turns back towards the corridor. But as we take a step forward, a loud crack echoes through the chamber, and the ground gives way once more. We tumble down a hidden stairway, landing hard on a narrow, winding corridor. I push myself up, my head spinning from the fall. Varikka groans in pain beside me, her ankle screaming in protest as she struggles to her feet. "We need to keep moving," I say, my voice low and urgent as I grab her arm. "The Guardian will be on us soon."
Varikka nods, her eyes fixed on the corridor ahead. Together, we stagger forward, our hearts pounding in our chests as we race against the clock. But even as we move, I can feel the walls closing in around us, the air growing thick with dust and debris. And then there's the Guardian, always one step ahead, always ready to strike when we're at our weakest. I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts from my mind. No use dwelling on the impossible. We'll face that when we come to it. For now, all we can do is keep moving forward, one step at a time, and pray to whatever gods might be listening that we find a way out of this hell before it's too late. Suddenly, a faint glow emanates from up ahead, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I squint into the darkness, my heart leaping with hope as I realize what it is. "Varikka," I say, my voice hushed with anticipation. "Look!"
The dwarf warrior pauses, turning to face me with a questioning look. I point towards the glow, my eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. "I think that's our way out," I say, my voice strained with effort as I take a step forward. Varikka nods, her teeth gritted in pain as she hobbles beside me. Together, we inch closer to the light, our hearts pounding in our chests as we prepare to face whatever fresh hell awaits us in the darkness ahead. As we approach the room, I hear the sound of scraping metal echoing from within, growing louder with every step. Varikka's face is etched with pain and exhaustion, her movements jerky as she struggles to keep up with me. But there's no time to rest or regroup - we have to keep moving forward if we want to survive this nightmare. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever lies ahead as I reach for the door handle. "Ready?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Varrika nods, her grip tightening on her mace as she braces herself against the wall. "Do it," she growls, her eyes fixed on the door before us. "Before the whole damn place comes down on top of us."

