I thought I would give the Greystoke pyramid another go. You would think that I would have learned my lesson from the
last time, or that my experience in the
Barrow would've deterred me, but nooo...that is not the life of an adventurer!
I roamed the quiet corridors, torch lit...
I looked upon art centuries old...
And then, the pit--with stakes...and snakes. I took one look down at the blood-stained spikes and scrambled to make my way across the rope.
But given my inclination towards
danger and jumping into
unknown holes and such, I had to keep going. At one point, I watched as a personal belonging fell off of my person and took quite a while to hit the bottom. I had climbed too far by then. There was
no way I was going back down for it. I was relieved when I finally made it back out into the arid desert heat. Where's my camel?!
I roamed the quiet corridors, torch lit...
I looked upon art centuries old...
And then, the pit--with stakes...and snakes. I took one look down at the blood-stained spikes and scrambled to make my way across the rope.
But given my inclination towards danger and jumping into unknown holes and such, I had to keep going. At one point, I watched as a personal belonging fell off of my person and took quite a while to hit the bottom. I had climbed too far by then. There was no way I was going back down for it. I was relieved when I finally made it back out into the arid desert heat. Where's my camel?!
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