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[Quintin Flynn]

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Doomed from the Start: Part 1

The monsters clawed at the door to where Quintin sat all night. He had slept only for a few minutes at a time. Over and over, he had visions of the monsters finally breaking through the door and the horror that ensued. After several hours of sleeplessness, Quintin finally decided he had to try something to escape. First, he thought to himself, Let's get a better look at this room. Quintin still sat in total darkness, but he re-lit his candle and held it up to try spread the light around. The dim torches mounted around the room did little to help. From standing next to the door, he couldn't see much. He could see the wall to his right, but not the other two. With one hand touching it, Quintin guided himself along the wall, towards the other one he could see, and followed that one as well. Quintin stopped in his tracks when he saw a body, practically exploded around a large spike trap. Suddenly, Quintin remembered his own encounter with a spike trap, sat down and removed his sandals. He was lucky, the spike had only grazed his foot and was already healing on its own. Well, that's good for me, I guess. Quintin looked back at the body destroyed by the much larger spike. Coulda been worse.

After replacing his sandals, Quintin continued his exploration of the room by following the wall. In the next corner, he found a pile of three torsos. I'm becoming jaded to this stuff. Quintin chuckled lightly to himself and continued. Along what was originally the far wall, there was more blood and in the third corner, cobwebs. It was on the fourth and final wall Quintin found something odd. The wall was very warm. Wish I knew about this last night. Quintin thought about trying to sleep against the cold stone wall then walked down the rest of the wall. Another exploded body on a spike and Quintin was back at his original wall. So, nothing of use in here. Now, to assess what I have available to me. Quintin was sorely disappointed in his inventory: The candle, a dagger, a few lockpicks, a few scraps of paper and something to write with, a sextant, several shattered bottles, a change of clothes, and the clothes on his back. Quintin sat against the warm wall and tried to fabricate some escape plan. Slowly, a scheme began to form; At least, enough of one to get Quintin out of his prison. Unhappy, but having no other option, he grabbed one of the legs from the exploded bodies and thrust the foot into the cobwebs, winding them all around the foot. He would light the cobwebs, creating a makeshift torch. It wouldn't last long, but hopefully the light in the utter darkness would be enough to startle the monsters outside. Or, worse case scenario, he could light up a mummy if he saw one. Running back to where he fell, he would try to find his runebook and get out of here. Not a great plan, but it's the best I got. Quintin set his plan into action.

Quick as he could, Quintin lit the torch with his candle, snuffed and pocked the candle and opened the door. The torch barely lit at all, and was out before the door was even open all the way. Knowing it was too late to turn back now, Quintin bull rushed into the undead, pushing over as many as he could. Grinning to himself, Quintin pushed past all the monsters that had been crowding the doorway. His initial success was quickly left by the wayside as he remembered that the rest of the dungeon was pitch black and he still couldn't see. Luckily, his eyes had adjusted to the full-on darkness slightly. He could barely make out the outlines of those around him, but no more than a few feet away. However, it was still too late to turn back now, so Quintin decided to run the way back on memory alone. Another road block. He had no idea where he was, and he barely remembered falling into the pit to begin with. Running blind, in more way than one, Quintin ran straight away from the door. He could see demons and undead turning to give chase as he ran past. Based on the echo, he could tell the room he was now in was very large and turned right to run the length of it. The crying and wailing behind him gave him all the motivation he needed to run into the pitch black darkness. He could hear, and occationally see, demons of all sorts, hungry for Quintin's flesh and soul. After a minute, he practically ran straight into a wall. He looked for a quick hiding place, but could hear the scratching of claws on the stone floor coming towards him and he knew they could still see him. Feeling along the wall, he found another hallway and ran down it, and turned left when he could run straight no more. Sprinting fast as he could, Quintin gained on the beasts and dove into a niche in the wall. Holding his breath, Quintin watched the horde shamble past his hiding spot. They hadn't noticed him. Finally, a lucky break.

With a heavy sigh, Quintin peeked out from his hole, looking for any sign of danger. Damn, still blind. Wait... Far in the distance, Quintin could see a faint, glinting light. The way out! Or, the way in, anyway. Keeping his patience, Quintin snuck carefully to the exit. He knew his runebook would still be there. He could feel it. As he got closer, Quintin came to the realization that he had not found the entrance, only a light from a torch reflecting off a large, hanging bell. The bell was on a sandy shoreline, next to a large lake. I knew this place would be strange, but this is... ...strange. The area around the bell was deserted, so Quintin approached the bell. Don't ring it. Don't ring it. Don't ring it. Don't ring it. The bell rang heavily throughout the dungeon. A deep, haunting echo that shook Quintin to his core. Smoke from the lake crept and collected under the bell. The smoke formed into a humanoid form and when it fell away, a hooded figure stood. The figure looked imposing, but Quintin could help but feel a sense of hope. Perhaps this person could help him.

To Be Continued...
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When asked of the future...
The foolish man worries of impending tragedy.
The wise man accepts what he can not change.
The stubborn man attempts to dam the River of Life.
Quintin Flynn laughs and sneaks off with the foolish man's purse.