TwelveOf8

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidTake your time. You know I do.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidMaybe. Or the bay can just be filled with yachts and recreational boats. If so then we'd definitely need a marina.

Be my GM

@Cuddle Pot I assure you it's not that simple. n_n

Don't Be A Hero

I am definitely interested in this! Be wary though that there's a chance that I may very well lose interest. It also must be noted that my posts are big but they come slowly. The speed changes from time to time. Just a heads up.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@Rhythmloid Rightyo

Be my GM

Light shined through the open trapdoor. The relief he felt upon this discovery was palatable. Like that first sip of ones favourite drink after a bout of thirst. Gillian let out a soft and quiet yet audible ahh sound.

All he could see through the trapdoor was a stone ceiling. Curiosity got the better of Gilligan for he, without hesitation, pulled himself up through the opening.

He climbed up into the floor on all fours. The floor itself was made of a different type of stone this time. Not as smooth to the touch, nor as clean. It felt a little warm as well.

Gilligan stood up in order to survey his surroundings more effectively. He was surrounded by stone walls. A square opening each were carved into the walls to his left and to his right. Behind him a doorway without a door was also carved out. The room itself wasn't very big. The area seemed to be about forty meters squared.

Through the openings, he could see trees and sunlight. He could hear the breeze, peppered the chirping of birds. This place seemed all too familiar.

"Gosh darn it!" yelled Gilligan.

The frustration was really starting to get to him. This was the stone hut through which he entered the underground limestone dungeon in the first place.

Gilligan faced two choices. Either he could venture back into the limestone dungeon to try to uncover its mysteries. Or he could give up for the day and go home.

Asking the rangers guild in town for help with the dungeon could be a good idea, though they would probably demand almost all the loot, including the inevitable grand prize at the end of every dungeon. The magical dungeons always seemed to have the coolest stuff. Would Gilligan be content with the meagre scraps that would be left behind for him?

Did Gilligan feel smart enough to uncover the mystery on his own? Perhaps he doubted his intelligence? Maybe he was close to solving the puzzle? Or maybe he was way off. The choice was his.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@Rhythmloid Darn I'm so stupid. Building an amusement park out in the middle of a bay would be a terrible idea. How about instead we just attach a marina and a few jetties. Fill the bay with fishing boats and yachts.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidOn the map what if we put the clubhouse where the amusement park is. We would then extend a section of the boardwalk out into the sea and put the amusement park on top of it. Whatever you choose is fine. I'm just spitballin here.

I took Sea Salt Bay as a cozy small town where people have lived for generations. This can be seen in the local high school where the students are very cliquey. A place where preppy culture is popular because of the presence of upper class people. That the greasers and lower class people would be like those guys you would encounter in Boston, New York, New Jersey etc.

Monterey seems too pleasant and laid back for the setting and atmosphere. But I may be wrong. You can debate me in this if you like. I find it so fun talking about certain logistics of fictional towns.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

@RhythmloidWow, two days already. Time flies when you're barely conscious for most of it.

I have a suggestion. We could put a fairground atop the board walk. It would be like Santa Monica fairgrounds in L.A. but not quite as big. Sea Salt Bay seems like a New England town to me.

Be my GM

The ascent up the winding staircase was as long as before. Gilligans fear and trepidation were replaced with annoyance and frustration. He no longer cared about the possible dangers he may face. As long as something happened. Anything at all. Gilligan couldn't fathom a worse fate than being lost and slowly starved to death, especially in a place like that. So cold, so dark.

Gilligan finally reached the top of the staircase. He discovered a very familiar ladder that rose up into a trapdoor that he was very well acquaintanced with at that point.

Two obvious choices awaited Gilligan, though he was free to do whatever he wished. One was to climb out of the trapdoor. The other was to descend the stairs back down into the dark hall. In such a strange and magical environment, who's to say what's real and what's not? Especially if the magic was powerful enough to bend reality.