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the second-least unique adventuring party in Pu’er
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... Zeke at long last recognizes the series of puns taking place before his eyes, and snorts.

He opens the leftmost door; it does not immediately erupt in fire, and the small corridor it leads to seems innocuous. 

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"We await your footsteps to follow in, O great and noble drow.  Or great and brute, rather."

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“Can’t wait for the character arc thingy where you, like, turn into the quippy bard you’ve always wanted to be, it’s gonna be a real thriller.”

His footsteps are thereafter followable. 

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Surly gravity-toggle, for two rounds this time.  Follow follow.

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Zeke fails to notice it.

The rest of the party also follows; they eventually reach another set of three doors.

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Jace waits to see if Zeke picks a door without input.  When he doesn't: "Well, we've eventually been picking the right doors; let's do that one."  The door she points at is neither the left nor the center.

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"That was pretty tenuous," points out Morgan in a slightly odd tone.  "We've been starting with the right doors even when they're wrong."

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Jace does not gravity-toggle her for this.

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“Jade and I are both very charmed by all of this wordplay.”

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“Jade likes it too?”

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“He likes it more than than he likes most things that he encounters? That’s admittedly still a very low bar.”

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“Fair.”

He cartwheels over to the rightmost door and opens it; it declines to produce a burst of flame.

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. . . Incentives.  "I continue to find you two tolerable," she says to Kamin.

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“I’m glad!”

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"Yeah."

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A dracul, billowing cape and fangs and all, quietly drops down from the ceiling behind the door; Zeke kicks it and it makes several disturbing cracking sounds. The devil that had previously been animating it drags itself out of its chest; he smashes it against the wall and it disappears in a puff of smoke.

”Onward?”

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"If you please, kind sir."

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“Only two copper a bag, feed the birds, something something.”

Onward!

A decaying octopus with knives attached to four of its limbs squeezes through a tiny gap in the wall, to their rear, and slashes at Morgan. 

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She dodges, grasps one of the tentacles at the base of its knife, and hefts the beast against the wall of the corridor.  A few times, if necessary.

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It makes weird squelchy octopus noises and an odd cracking sound and then it stops moving.

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Yay.  She's helping.  She wipes her hand off on her trousers and pops another treat from her pouch into her mouth.

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The catacombs do not interfere with treat consumption; it is yummy.

They eventually reach... another set of three doors!

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"Do you seriously need someone to tell you to try the right door and move leftwards if that's a bad pick every time," Jace flatly asks Zeke.  "I'm going to run out of puns.  Or do you have some reason to not want to do that."

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“If I start caring less about party consensus you’re gonna hate that, I’m not, like, trying to be a super efficient person or whatever your vibe is. I can start doing it by default now that you’ve, like, mentioned that as a thing.”

He opens the rightmost door and it makes a loud, not-quite-deafening gong; the middle door doesn’t do anything in parficular, and leads to a large chamber, containing nearly a hundred doors and a large sphinx wearing a sharp suit and bowtie on their upper half.

“Answer my riddle,” booms the sphinx, “and I shall tell you which path leads to the mortal souls you seek!”

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'It's not consensus when I'm the only person leading things,' Jace does not say.

'Right, I somehow forgot you don't know any psionics and expected you to pick that out of my brain instead of figuring it out from context clues,' Jace does not say.

 

"Ooh, a riddle," Jace says.

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