"You knucklehead! I was questing for that!" Fionna shouts to the blonde idiot. She then runs in the direction where the ball was kicked, not caring about the danger that may await her there in the darkness. She's a tough girl. If there's a monster with a butt to kick, she's got a foot that will do the job just fine!
Click at your own risk.:
Ice King freezes things willy nilly.
Upon your command, Cake devours the turkey hot and whole with her stretchy mouth. "AW YEAH, THAT WAS SOME GOOOOD TURKEY!"
The ring is still on the floor, and you're starting to feel a little woozy from blood loss. At least you're full...
What now?
Originally Posted by Andromeda
Fionna takes the right path without hesitation, fleeing from Polaris.
Your footsteps intermingle with the echoing laughter of the many living statues as you make your way deeper through the hallway. It seems like any dilapidated old castle from one of those vampire movies. Certainly there would be nothing sinister afoot.
You enter a room. It is bare, save for two hallways, contrived of the same dank dungeon brick. They both lead into darkness. One heads north, the other west.
Taking a moment due to the wooziness from the loss of blood, the Ice King decides to sit at the table, accompanied by incoherent old man mutterings. For a short moment, he sits there, and then remembers the ring on the ground. He stoops down with a grunt, scoops it off the floor, and examines it closely... Meanwhile, he is concerned that Cake a non-cooked, undead turkey that, as far as he knows, might still come back to life. Also, the fact that the cat pulled it out of a working oven with its mouth leads the Ice King to wonder whether she burned her mouth or not. Having thought all that, he shrugs and continues to examine the ring.
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