Just had to say, this one really made me LOL.

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Thank you, Doc, for yet another fabulous giveaway, and three cheers for the developer who was attuned enough to their customers give rise to it all!

I'm not in for the game myself. (It looks gorgeous, but realistically, it wouldn't have enough priority for me to get played anywhere in the next half year at least, so I'd rather it'd go to someone else.) If it's allowed to be in for someone else, then I'd like to be in for Lone_Scout.

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Although he has overheard some peasants speculating about some fabled treasure which might be found here, Og'rialt the Dwarven Brigand has other aims in coming here. (Truth be told, his backpack is still overburdened with valuable trinkets from some of his previous adventures.) He has wandered far and wide, searching for any trace of the suspicious shadowy figure of repellant aspect, which he suspects of being remotely connected to the Hags which once caused him such anguish. Having followed the barest trace of rumors over the mountains to a hidden glen with carefully concealed cave, he now finds himself standing here in this dark and dank tunnel.

As Og'rialt scratches his long and messy beard (taking particular care to do so with the hand holding the whip which he... liberated from the possession of a passing merchant of valuable weaponry, not the hand holding the torch), he realizes that he feels right at home. Sure, the tunnel is a bit higher than any sensible dwarf would prefer, and the smell reminds him of that one particularly nasty goblin which he split cleanly in two back during the final encounter of the Troubles, but there's just that certain sense of well-being which comes from being back underground.

Confident in his ability to sense traps and ambushes, as well as his reliable Dwarven sense of balance, Og'rialt makes his way forward to the cavern. Mindful of any potentials observers, he pauses for a moment before the glow of his torch quite reaches the cavern. He finds a sturdy looking vine along the wall and swiftly ties a knot in it to hold his torch. Then, he inches forward to get a good look at what the cavern holds.

The good old Og'rialt... Last time I heard about him he was said to have been seen in the distant world of Solasta, where he had rejoined some former companions...
He's a box of surprises ;)

Thank you Doc0075 for this new adventure!

My character is Mike Junior. He's a hot head, he doesn't think enough about the consequences of what he can do by wanting to venture everywhere. Because he likes to take risks (luck was always on his side until then) but won't it be too much adventure ?!

Will the discovery he makes have to remain buried at the bottom of the tunnel or he can leave with it?
Mike decides to advance without being careful with his torch lit to detect potential traps that may be in the tunnel. Mike almost reached the end of the tunnel when he heard a snap coming from his right, he lights his right with his torch and discover a spider nest almost as big as him! He decided to go quickly to the left so as not to annoy the spiders. But turning around he sees inscriptions which are illuminated by a weak light coming from the outside which is nothing but a warning on the crystal which is on the other side of the channel. Mike drops a stone in the water channel. that he hadn't noticed. The noise woke up the guardian (a huge statue hidden by lianas and moss) who must prevent the crystal that is on a stele from leaving the bottom of the cave so as not to break a protective spell that will trigger the end of the world ! The crystal is on the other side of the canal.

Is Mike going to make the right decision? Is he going to use his whip to get across the canal and anger the statue or he will back off because of the warning (Let’s throw him as soon as he’s decided?)

Good luck

"Hello. My name is Oliver Octopoda! You sushied my father"... Never mind, wrong plot.

Anyway, our adventurous octopus scurries along, in search of the fabled treasure: The Fabled Bottle of Heavenly Delight.

Legend has it that a colossal squid reached up out of the ocean to snatch a bit of the sky, then placed it within a magical bottle that fell off a swiftly moving Unidentified Floating Object (UFO).

The reality of what was sought was far less glamorous - just an ordinary bottle of water with glitter, beaded stars and food coloring. It was the sort of thing that a human preschooler might make as a crafting project and could be more easily found elsewhere, such as at any human preschool that was actually still in operation.

Preferably one that is clean and well-lit by human standards, where the walls were not covered with vines or slimy lichen. But no. Octopus brain says let's go spelunking through an old, abandoned high school building. Bigger building means more treasure and better treasure, so it must be here. Surely the artifact of legend will be found in a place that also has dirty water just running across the floor like it's no big deal....

At this point, our hero pauses in the task at hand to ponder as to why the local water municipality didn't come along and shut the water off, then looks up. It was then that the giant spider webs were finally noticed.

"EIGHT LEGGED FREAKS!!!!" Oliver pulls out his gun, fires all three shots and the webs, then throws the gun at it, followed by the gun holster and whip. He also throws the torch at the spiderwebs before turning to run away to the nearest ocean.

He could still be heard shouting, "NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE"

Wow, another adventure-like giveaway from Doc. Awesome. Count me... I mean my hero... in :)

So, hero's name is Vstalpozde Neprisel.
World famous adventurer whose biggest success was that he overslept in the day when his first adventure should began. Therefore he did not board and became actually the only survivor.
I personally saw at least one article in local newspapers. And heard several rumors even about him from nearby town. World famous person indeed.

But back to his current adventure. Slippery pavestones? Meh. It's was described in first chapter of his book -Adventuring for dummies. He took branch from floor and started to knock on every stone to find hidden trap. Also the color of stones was suspicious. He noticed that there are bright and dark. According the rule no. 27 from chapter about corridors, that dark stones are dangerous, he steps only on bright ones.

Big spider's web was also no obstacle. Following the golden rule from back cover of book - Do not provoke anything that has more legs than you - he stretched along the wall.

And easily got into the heart of cave.

I'm Indiana Neko, an adventurer with an extreme love for cats! So along with me in my satchel is a furry kitten named, Mr. Meows who admittedly, saved me a million times already (battling beasts, going through tiny crevices to hit switches, spying on people... don't ask me how the feline does it I mean the cat is capable I know). As I see my dilemma in front of me I take a deep breath and utter:

Indiana Neko: A million adventures and this may be my most dangerous yet, What do you think Mr. Meows?

Mr. Meows: Meow, meooow meoow?

Indiana Neko: Hmmmm, fair enough this is just child's play for us now, so can you scout ahead Mr. Meows? Be careful with the stone pathways, it looks too slick and slippery

Mr. Meows: "jumps off the satchel, meows in agreement and starts hopping skillfully on the slippery pathway, you know like how a cat does it"

Indiana Neko: Be careful! I'll scout around me then follow you after a few!

AFTER A FEW MINUTES

Mr. Meow: MEEOOOOW followed by hissing sounds

Indiana Neko: Mr. Meows? Mr. Meows!? carefully follows the sounds of his trusty companion and the howls of an unidentified beast

As Indiana Neko reaches his pawtner he he see's Mr. Meows arched in a battle stance growling and hissing to a beast that only one can describe as "out of this world" . What happens? Stay tuned for the Wonderful Adventures of Indiana Neko and Mr. Meows!

Thanks Doc for this giveaway and very creative thread! Makes me pour out some crazy ideas of mine HAHA! You always giving out games here and in the giveaway one, assures gamers who doesn't have that much dough to buy games be able to legitimately own games that we really want! (Thanks for the Trails in the Sky 3rd!, now I only need to scrap money to be able to buy Trails Second since I only own the first on in Steam! Cheers!)

I'm in.
California Reeves checks his sorroundings looking traps.

Thank you for the giveaway.

My archaeology career flourished when I rejected my ancestral name and adopted the name Bruce Strine. I had considered a state based nickname like the legendary Indiana Jones or the brothers Alabama and Nevada Smith, but New South Wales Brown is a mouthful.

Gingerly I proceeded down the path towards the lake cavern. It seemed the only way forward, and I had proceeded to far to turn around and give up. Beyond the cavern.must like the Elixir of Youth that I had spent years pursuing.

Swimming seemed the obvious approach, but my torch would be extinguished and I would never be able to overcome the ubiquitous traps without light.

I noted the poles along the edge of the cavern. Could I use those to cross the water? Alas, I am a mere archaeologist, not a Prince of Persia. Shimmying poles and jumping from one to another is beyond my capabilities.

Even so, the nearest pole attracts my attention as It doesn't look secure. With a crack of my whip, I could hook it round the pole and dislodge it with a vigorous pull.

If I shorted the pole so that was still long enough to reach the bottom of the subterranean lake, I could protect the torch from the water by tying it to the end of the pole.

All I would have to do is swim through dirty water holding an 8 foot pole upright.

I'm sure that can't be too hard, but I was never known for common sense.

I'm in this adventure.

I look around, take a huge sniff. The smells bring back old memories of adventures long forgotten, but the smell the smell is the same, a wonderful mixture of rotting wood, vapid water and adventure and a little bit of something I don't want to remember.
“ah I missed this so much”
Two confident steps to get a better view what gives out these lame sounds.
“just like the old days” “oh no”
and bamm ,no this is not like the old days at all. I slowly stand up, this shitty floor is way more slippery than I first thought and my godly reflexes are long gone, better to be more careful next time. Then came the knee pain, yep I’ve managed to hit exactly where those shitty kids hit me with their rocks. “haha” the cry of the little bastard still gives joy. I look at the whip the blood on its end gives me a smile, sadly he didn't lose his eye, if only I've worn my new glasses. I’m old, but at least I'm not a cat meowing all day like these new folks in the town.

Crap I look like I’ve pissed myself, even if I wear the diaper to prevent happening it again, glad nobody is around to laugh at me this time.
‘Silly ol granpa, you can't even keep your pants clean’ they yelled. Idiots…
I’ll laugh when I find this elixir, who will be the silly then punks?

Enough of these memories, let’s focus!
Better to read what this book, Adventuring for dummies… says about this. Aha … hmm . Blah
This is total rubbish, it says knock the stones, like who doesn’t know that? At least it was free.
I take my whip into my mouth, grab my trusty new red cedar walking stick with ivory knob and hit the slabs one by one, slowly shuffle ahead one leg at a time. While using the torch to burn away the webs. Why these caves always full of these, what the hell the spiders can eat here anyway, hope nothing, and they are long dead. This stick totally worth $199.9, others said it is fake copy and I got scammed, I told them it is not it just had a huge 95% discount, and they even gave that stupid adventure book as an extra, when I ordered it on wish.com. They even engraved my name on it
Albrrt MacGuffin(misspelled)...

I leave the passage and pay some local savages to explore for some low cost trinkets.

Diary of Mortimer Wormfeedersehen.

Expedition day: I.

To those who are to follow my steps I leave written record of my achievements and misgivings, may them help you keep your scalp eternally lush and overwhelmingly attractive if you are to succeed where I most probably failed.

I, Mortimer, only son and fifth generation of the colonial branch of the Wormfeedersehens, felt compelled to seek the Elixir of Youth after my parents disinherited me for balding. Let me state that I bear no ill will towards them, after all, they are the most afflicted by my condition; for thenceforth my great grandfather set foot on this lands, the Wormfeedersehens have been a lineage of exceptional and successful hairdressers. That is, or was, until I put an end to our beloved tradition, as ever since my first follicles began to shrink and wither, so did the business, legacy, and pride of my family.

Cut off, there was nothing left for me but to face death or exile. Or so I thought, until I learned about the elixir.

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Expedition day: II.

I found the path to the cavern and stopped for a short respite. The paved pathway ahead is overconfidently reassuring, the wooden poles, in contrast, could proof a bit too flimsy in the midst of all this humidity. I should walk at either side of the path and use my whip at a safe distance to verify their sturdiness sequentially and cautiously. If they are strong enough, I could use my whip as an anchor to yank myself along the path and to prevent me from slipping during my approach to the cavern's entrance.

Alas, if I am to fail and this is the last entry of my diary, I can only hope the odds allow you to reach the cavern's entrance. When you see that faint light from up close, remember me, for I was once here, where you stand. Godspeed my friend.

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Edit: it seems Mortimer had the same idea as Cameron, sorry for that, he thought he was being very smart when he came up with that solution. Well, let's see who wins the pole toppling competition!
Also, many thanks to Doc for running yet another creative giveaway.

Crevurre's locally comissioned savages find Mortimer Wormfeedersehen's whip hanging limp from a sunken, angled pole and a scrap of torn clothing on paving. They conclude the tunnel is trapped or something came out and took Mortimer, and consider his chances of survival to be less than 1%.

haha, the story of Mortimer was short lived. Well, I hope that despite the lack of options, there was a part of him which thought of this as a fun journey rather than the result of his family's shortcomings. Also, he's probably feeling relatively vindicated knowing someone may have benefited from a record of his prior and final misfortune.

Thank you Doc0075 for the giveaway. I'm in.

Lucky moves carefully through the cave in search of possible discoveries but keep an eye out for any enemies that might appear along the way. He doesn't like this scary place at all but looks for something along the way.