"Aquila?" says the plague doctor, "Zeus's thunderbird? Are you the Aquila, or are you named after the Lightning Bearer? You may call me Seymund by the way."
"I came to this place on a ship. I was hired to be the bellman, but our crew met with tragedy and I am the only survivor. All the rest suddenly and silently vanished away, never to be met with again. So I continue to ring my bell to mourn their passing but also to ward myself against evil."
As you talk he leads you through the front door of a building. You walk straight through it and out the back door. You step through an overgrown garden and climb the fence as you continue on your way. "It is tragic, but you have no need to be sorry. I joined because I knew they were doomed. I rang their funeral bell as they still had breath in their lungs. I was a shadow that came before, a foreshadow. They plunged to their deaths despite my best efforts. We can only do so mu--"
Ding d--
Suddenly you both are falling down a deep pit. A narrow shaft surrounded by stone flies by you as you plummet into darkness then you suddenly land on a soft bed of moss in a small, stone alcove.
The plague doctor pushes himself up from his feet and groans. You managed to land on a soft bed of moss but he landed directly on a hard stone floor.
Seymund rubs his aching limbs and surveys the cramped alcove. There is no visible exit, just moist rocks and soft moss. Somehow the room is dimly lit even though there is no light source.
"We appear to have fallen into an oubliette. How inconvenient." says Seymund. His bell is laying on the ground and he hasn't picked it up yet.
The plague doctor pushes himself up from his feet and groans. You managed to land on a soft bed of moss but he landed directly on a hard stone floor.
Seymund rubs his aching limbs and surveys the cramped alcove. There is no visible exit, just moist rocks and soft moss. Somehow the room is dimly lit even though there is no light source.
"We appear to have fallen into an oubliette. How inconvenient." says Seymund. His bell is laying on the ground and he hasn't picked it up yet.
"an oubliette?! you mean, like a room that can only be accessed from above? where did the hole go?"
"Well yes, in a way." He points his beak up at the ceiling, "I guess we did fall into it so the hole probably was in the ceiling. However, this sort of oubliette is more literal. The word "oubliette" comes from the elvish word "to forget". This sort of oubliette is the type of place things go to be forgotten. That means we can't just climb out the top. If we stay here, nobody will remember we ever existed." He goes over to a rocky shelf, sits down on it, and sighs.
Ding dong
"Aquila?" says the plague doctor, "Zeus's thunderbird? Are you the Aquila, or are you named after the Lightning Bearer? You may call me Seymund by the way."
Ding dong
"What is the SCP organization? And no, I do not know where Tetenus is, unless you are speaking Tetanus, which is probably on the nearest rusty nail."
"No, I don't know where he is. Why do you need him?"
Ding dong
"What realm are you from?"
Ding dong
"Hm, that would be problematic." the plague doctor says. He looks around.
*No problem, I disappeared too.*
He turns his bird masked head to look in a certain direction, "I think I know the way."
Ding dong
Ding dong
"I came to this place on a ship. I was hired to be the bellman, but our crew met with tragedy and I am the only survivor. All the rest suddenly and silently vanished away, never to be met with again. So I continue to ring my bell to mourn their passing but also to ward myself against evil."
Ding dong
Ding dong
As you talk he leads you through the front door of a building. You walk straight through it and out the back door. You step through an overgrown garden and climb the fence as you continue on your way. "It is tragic, but you have no need to be sorry. I joined because I knew they were doomed. I rang their funeral bell as they still had breath in their lungs. I was a shadow that came before, a foreshadow. They plunged to their deaths despite my best efforts. We can only do so mu--"
Ding d--
Suddenly you both are falling down a deep pit. A narrow shaft surrounded by stone flies by you as you plummet into darkness then you suddenly land on a soft bed of moss in a small, stone alcove.
The plague doctor pushes himself up from his feet and groans. You managed to land on a soft bed of moss but he landed directly on a hard stone floor.
Seymund rubs his aching limbs and surveys the cramped alcove. There is no visible exit, just moist rocks and soft moss. Somehow the room is dimly lit even though there is no light source.
"We appear to have fallen into an oubliette. How inconvenient." says Seymund. His bell is laying on the ground and he hasn't picked it up yet.
"Well yes, in a way." He points his beak up at the ceiling, "I guess we did fall into it so the hole probably was in the ceiling. However, this sort of oubliette is more literal. The word "oubliette" comes from the elvish word "to forget". This sort of oubliette is the type of place things go to be forgotten. That means we can't just climb out the top. If we stay here, nobody will remember we ever existed." He goes over to a rocky shelf, sits down on it, and sighs.