The orange and yellow walls of MagmaMaze
are as scorching hot as they look, and it's tough to stop
your melting skin from sticking to them. A Sciencer elbows
you: "Tough to stop the skin from melting. That's why
we've donned the skin of gold." She rolls up her sleeve
and you see the arm: a mangled, unhealthy thing that
bleeds constantly from spots where the psuedoskin of scab
has inevitably torn loose. A scaled sleeve of gold coins,
some of them fake, has been painfully pulled over the
blotchy mess. It just looks horrible. To the Prayer Chamber To the Hi-Priest's Prayer Chamber |