IWUAaDNW: Party 5.4

Next, the webweavers I had near the roof cut a couple of threads, and down dropped a cylinder of wax about four feet wide and long enough to cover the entire room, which unfortunately bounced off the wall awkwardly, fell on its flat side, tipped over and crashed thunderously onto the sloped ground. The roller trap then proceeded to slide down the slope at an embarrassingly slow pace instead of rolling down as intended. Gwen, Karjn and Ulfric stared at it as it slid past them and ran into my tripwires, triggering all my traps one after the other in the process.

“I don’t think that was supposed to happen,” Gwen noted.

It wasn’t. It definitely wasn’t. The roller had gotten tangled into a set of emergency cables I’d set up in case it turned out to be too dangerous for them. I’d been pretty sure Ulfric at least could stop this version of the roller if he needed to––the real version was more like the size of a bus––but just in case…

Well, my care had scrapped this room’s test.

Then Maryll ran forward with a massive grin on her face, vaulted the roller’s back-end and straddled it.

“For fuck’s––Cloudhead!”

“Maryll!”

“Wheeeeeeeeee!!”

Ulfric just facepalmed. I did as well, simultaneously with a couple hundred bugs.


“That was fun!” Maryll chirped as she hopped off the roller. By sheer miracle, the thing had stayed upright the entire time; its bottom had been shaved away into something relatively flat by the brick floor after the first few dozen feet. It had slid all the way to the bottom of the rooms and lodged itself into my wall hard enough that I’d actually felt it like a punch in the guts.