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The shaman, after scratching his head at the sight of Gnneh, stabbed Hugh with the golden spoke. After the two flashes, Hugh returned with purple irises. However, he noticed that nothing much had changed for him either. After a somewhat one-sided discussion with the silent elder shaman, Steven managed to work out that the artifact was gradually using up it's magical power supply. It wouldn't grant any further abilities for a while - it needed a thousand years or so to recharge after using the last of it's power to change Hugh's eye color.

Sighing, Steven went to go pull of Gnneh's helmet.

[[Sorry guys, no more abilities for now. Maybe the next treasure will be interesting too.]]

     Hugh looked around and then at himself.
     "What ability did I get? Or what did it do to me?" he asked.  Then he found a mirror-like piece of glass among the items scattered around and saw his eyes.
     "Please tell me that having my eyes this color does something useful..." groaned Hugh.

Gnneh grinned. "My name is..." he trailed off, scratching his head. "Oh yes, I remember now, I'm called Asgnúka," he said, grinning at his impeccable memory. "I was... eh... looking for the treasure of Traslot, which is said to be somewhere on this continent, I think." Asgnúka then uttered a series of piggish grunts, and smiled contentedly.

Spurius, who had passed out right after he had been given his power, woke up and looked around.
"Whas goin' on?"

     Hugh tried to keep himself from laughing after hearing the newcomer's name.  He tried very hard when hearing the man try and figure out where they were.  When he saw the guy jumping up and down, he broke down laughing and fell to the ground.

     Hugh pulled himself off of the ground and finally stopped laughing.
     "Who the hell is Fra-oh," Hugh started to say before realizing that it was one of the new people.  He then grabbed Frank's arm and popped it back into the man's body.  Hugh stood back and looked at it for a moment but didn't seem to care that the arm was backwards.
      "Oops...ah well," he said as he shrugged and stood near Steven.

Asgnúka stared at the slab of rock. He grinned even more broadly then he had done as he trotted along. He examined it closely to determine what type of rock it was. Shaking his head in despair, he threw the contents of one of his waterskin on the rock. It was empty. He kicked the rock in an exasperated motion. Asgnúka the headbutted the rock a few times, before hitting on a bright idea. He took a pouch filled with an alcoholic substance, and tied it onto a nearby stick. He dug a hole beside the slab, then placed the pouch in the hole, and managed to shove the other end of the stick underneath the slab, jutting out into the air. He then placed a rock on the pouch, splattering the drink across the ground. Asgnúka shrugged, and rejoined the group, his plan would hardly work now.

     "I say that Oceanus uses his thick skull to break the slab.  He now has wings for extra speed," suggested Hugh.  As he waited for a reply, he then began thinking to himself.
     "If only we had...the Rancor!" Hugh thought to himself with a grin.  He fired all of his arrows with no effect, he stabbed at the rock with his knife but it broke, and then he kicked it with his foot until he hurt it.
      "Damnit all to hell!" cursed Hugh.  He then tried staring at the rock with hopes that his eyes had some kind of special ability.  Then Hugh gave up and began playing a game of Tic-Tac-Toe by drawing on the dusty surface of the rock.
      "Anyone want to join in?" he asked.

Oceanus seems to have been oblivious to the arrival at the door, standing nearby and looking over his shoulders, watching his wings flap slowly. It's several minutes before he realises that a problem has been encountered, one which can't be solved by turning the map the right way up. He looks up at the big slab, and grunts. 'Ah, hrm, door... Last time I met a problematic door, me and my companion tried to instigate a conversation with it. That went quite well, but it kept growing arms with which to slap my companion. Not like he didn't deserve it! He was kicking it! Still, we managed to get through because I stroked it, and it started purring, then opened up. Turned out, there was a little dog inside with a machete, but that's beside the point.' Oceanus then grins bemusedly for a while, before shaking his head. 'So maybe we could try being nice to it? It might look rediculous, a group of full-grown men stroking and talking to a door, but heck, if it gets us somewhere...'

Asgnúka grinned and clapped his hands, bumbling forwards towards the door. He knocked lightly on it.
"STOP! BEFORE YOU PASS THROUGH THESE WALLS SO FAIR, YOU MUST THESE THREE QUESTIONS ANSWER(Ans-we-air), TO PASS INTO THE CREATURE'S LAIR. WHAT, IS YOUR PURPOSE?"
Asgnúka disliked the reference to a creature's lair. He decided the door must be able to see far into the future, and it would not be anytime soon. He smiled again.
"Treasure seeking", he answered.
"WHAT, IS SILENCE?"
Asgnúka frowned. That would be difficult to answer. He pondered for a long while, not making a sound. Was it the absence of noise? Was it the lack of hearing? Was it a trick question? The voice boomed again, startling him.
"WHAT, IS YOUR NAME?"
"Asgnúka Pilanixor" Asgnúka responded, grinning at such an easy question.

The doorway rumbled, probably deciding whether it was a worthy answer or not.

"ALRIGHT YOU WORTHLESS FOUL-SMELLING SACK OF MEAT, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" asked the door.
"My name is Spurius," said Spurius.
"WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE HERE?"
"To get enough money to keep myself in a drunken state for the rest of my probably short life."
"DO YOU ENJOY WATCHING MEN UNDRESS?"
Spurius was a bit surprised by this question.
"No," said Spurius.
"YOU MAY PROCEED."
Spurius walked through the doorway, wondering what insane questions it would ask the next adventurer.

{Great work guys, keep it up!}

[[ Sorry for the wait, been a bit forgetful of late. ]]

Oceanus walks up to the door, which has now corrected itself, after squishing Hugh, last to go through, and frowns a little. The door let's out a tired sigh, apparently bored of asking the entire group three questions each. It then speaks, skipping the introduction, in it's booming voice, though the bordom is evident 'WHAT, IS YOUR NAME?!' To this, Oceanus simply shrugs, then says 'Oceanus'

'WHAT, IS YOUR QUEST?!' Oceanus stares down the door, as if sizing it up, then calmly replies 'To follow that Steven bloke.'

'WHY, IS YOUR FACE SO UGLY?!' At this, Oceanus looks a little taken aback, promptly retaliating 'Why is your mum so ugly?!' to which the door responds 'I'M MADE OF ROCK! I HAVE NO MOTHER!' 'Oh yeah? Well, I'm made of person, I have no face!' Oceanus makes this statement with such conviction in his voice, glaring furiously at the door, which suddenly bursts out in a deep, booming laugh that causes the door to shake violently, before crumbling. Oceanus looks a tad confused, then shrugs, flapping his wings to clear some of the dust kicked up by the collapse before following the group, taking a moment to reach back and grab Hugh by the scruff of his neck, dragging him through the doorway [[ Assuming he's still unconcious ]].

Asgnúka gazed thoughtfully at the golem. He tried to work out whether a golem would consitute as a creature. Was a golem alive, after all? And, how could something move that was so big? It towered above them, even the huge room was barely high enough. He jumped at the noise of the slab falling behind them. Why were they so unfortunate? After pondering these questions, among others, he decided it might be a good idea to avoid being squashed under-foot. Asgnúka picked up a rock, and hurled at the rock. It glanced off one of Oceanus' wings, and hurtled towards Hugh, bounced off his back, and hit Asgnúka above the eye. He swore, and apologised to the group.
           Asgnúka then took a staff hidden in the deeper recesses of his cloak. He ran to the side of the room, deciding the others could take care of the golem.

Spurius, once again glad that he was sober, drew his longsword and stood with it at the ready. It had been a reflex, because after he thought about it he realized a steel sword would be useless against the golem. It was then that he began employing evasive tactics, hoping that Oceanus and his magical sword would work against the golem.

Asgnúka grunted with exertation as he slammed his staff into the ground. It fell over. He sighed, and picked it up again. At this point, the golem hit 'Stein, scattering various body parts across the vast expanse of the room. An arm hit Asgnúka in the face, who picked it up, and ran towards Frankenstein, barely keeping control of the writhing arm. It managed to get away from his grasp, and dropped to the floor. Asgnúka swore, and decided that he would only fend for himself. He turned to see the golem stamping the ground in front of him. In an amazing feat of acrobatics, he tripped backwards, avoiding being squished.
           Asgnúka scrambled to his feet, thankful that the airborne Oceanus was providing a distraction. He threw a rock in the air, and slammed it with his staff, aiming for the light again{Yes, I don't know what I was thinking while I was typing the last time, I had meant to aim the rock at the light}. It missed, but thankfully didn't hit anyone else. He jumped onto the leg of the golem, and clambered upwards, before deciding it wasn't a good idea. He clinged on desperately, retching the contents of his stomach all over the place, as the golem was stumbling about the place fairly quickly.

     Hugh didn't really know what had happened.  He opened his eyes and found himself flying through the air.
     "Must be a dream..." Hugh thought.  Then he was dropped onto the ground and saw a giant stone golem running around trying to stomp on people while a man with wings flew around its head.
     "Has to be a dream..." Hugh thought.  A man's body just split into pieces and flew all over the cavern.
     "Weirdest dream I ever saw...." thought Hugh.  Hoping to make it go away, Hugh closed his eyes.  He kept hearing people yelling and screaming while the pinging of swords hitting stone kept ringing through his head.
     "Most damned annoying dream I ever was in..." grumbled Hugh.  Then he felt himself being dragged into the corner of the cavern.  He saw someone who seemed vaguely familiar.
     "Steven?" Hugh thought to himself again. 
     "I wish this dream would take a coffee break or something so I can go back to sleep," grumbled Hugh to himself as he closed his eyes again.

The sword stuck into the glassy light, causing white cracks to visibly spread through it. However, moments later the sword was ejected in a spout of fire, and the golem roared in pain. The cracks remained, and fire seemed to be seeping from them. "Keep it up!" yelled Steven, "It probably can't take much more! Probably!"

'Steins arms and legs desperately crawled to their master, exhausted from lack of oxygen. When they finally re-attached, they felt leaden to the already hurt Frankenstein. Naturally, from trauma sustained and the sheer exhaustion felt in his limbs, he fell unconscious, his sword lying across his stomach.

Arrow after arrow connected with the golem's heart. Hugh was finding it easier to aim, somehow. The cracks widened, until eventually, the golden glow shattered.
The golem immediately froze. Cracks spread across the huge stone arms and legs, and the featureless head exploded in a shower of rocky fragments. The entire golem collapsed into a pile of rubble.
Steven waited until the dust settled, and headed over to the pile of rubble, which was still illuminated in the gloom. He pulled a few rocks free, and withdraw a large perfect sphere of glowing gold, about the size of a head. The light emanating from it illuminated the entire room. After a few seconds analyzing it, the roof seemed to crack and withdraw to the sides, letting in a widening sliver of sunlight and a slight rain of sand. As the roof completely disappeared into the walls, the sand stopped falling. A square of sky replaced the roof entirely. However, the door was still blocked by the stone slab, so the sky was the only way out.
Steven called to Oceanus to go and see if there was any way to let down a ladder or anything from the open roof, so that they could leave.

     Hugh watched as he finally did something productive as the woodsman and celebrated.  He then saw the roof move away and Steven get dragged by his collar up to the top.
     "I guess I am next," said Hugh as he prepared himself to be lifted into the air.

Asgnúka gazed at the golden sphere, unconcerned with his present surroundings. "So, we got a sphere thingamabob, and a magic sword thingy," nodding his head wisely. "Perhaps that sphere opens up. Why don't we throw it at the ground and see?"

Frankenstein jumped up.
"I  have a compass! Right here!"
'Stein reached into his pocket, grabbed something and pulled it out.
"Here ya' go!"
He then hands it to Steven. Unfortunately, when Steven grabs it it falls apart, bits and pieces scattering over the ground. Alas, it did not survive being punched. By a two ton rock golem.

Frankenstein walked up to the cliff, in front of the guard tower, and started to mime.
First, he pointed at their group, then at the sun. After pointing at the sun, he began to look extremely tired and thirsty, on the point of collapse even. Then he pointed at the guard tower and the tree he could see poking up over the cliff. He smiled, making friendly, laughing gestures, like he was happy.
Then he pointed at the cliff itself, with a very, very sad face.
Then he gestured to the soldiers, then to his group, then up the cliff with a great big smile! Following that, he fell to his knees in standard begging posture, hands clasped, desperately looking up...

Spurius's thoughts were on different subjects than those at hand.
"Hmmm...mmm..."
Spurius was deep in thought, his mind wandering. Finally, he looked up.
"This might seem a strange time to ask, but anybody else craving bacon?"