Post by The Rocketmen on Feb 4, 2019 8:39:27 GMT -5
DM: Bixby moves forward with the golden spike. He places the tip at the hole.
Bixby: "I think it might fit!"
Bixby pushes forward, but it's been years, decades even, since anything had been inside that hole.
Oliver: "Should.... should I spit on it?"
Bixby slaps Oliver.
Albert slaps Oliver.
Bixby slaps Oliver again.
Bixby: "Quiet down you Grumbletonian Dilberry Maker! All it needs is some elbow grease."
Bixby pushed hard at the end of the spike until it began to push through. As it neared the end, he gave it one last shove and a click was heard. The walls parted, splitting in the middle and tucking themselves away. Bixby moved in first to get a better look.
He didn't need to crouch and tuck his head to walk through the fireplace into the dining room.
Bixby: "A secret passage. Clever Bawcocks."
END OF CHAPTER 4
Have 9 points in celebration of this monumental achievement!