> Wake up, again

[bathymetric]

[Whether you've met an unfortunately end on the SS Swift, or deep in the depths, wrapped in the crushing tentacles of the kraken... You're not there anymore. You also don't seem to be dead. Maybe. It's difficult to tell, seeing as you no longer have any of the injuries you sustained on the ship... But you're also no longer on the ship.

Your eyes awaken to a cloudless sky, and a dry, dry, desert. A weak breeze struggles to blow even the dust from the cracked earth. There isn't a drop of water for miles around.

But what is around... is a ship. About a dozen yards away from where you've awoken is a tall, two-mast galleon, beached on the wastes, listing to the right.

How did it get here? Who knows. How did YOU get here?

Might be questions for a later time, seeing as you're waking up with your murderer.

Welcome to the Locker.]


[Map courtesy of Carmen Sandiego]

Comments

[dokkalfheimr]

If they will allow you to come with me, I'll do you the basic courtesy of scouring the worlds I know of for your daughter. If she exists still, there will be remnants of her in dreams.

My sympathy for you will not be enough to convince me to rescind your punishment. But I will offer you that much.

[heroantagonist]

You... will, huh?

[He seems to honestly... be considering that.]

Well, least I can do is accept that. What do I got to lose?

[dokkalfheimr]

I know how it is to lose loved ones. I can have sympathy for that much, if nothing else.

As it stands, you will be kept in the lowest levels of Dökkálfheimr, immersed in a perpetual nightmare from which there is no escape. Your minutes will seem like centuries; hours will be eternities. My daughters will feed on your misery as you have fed on ours.

You will wake when I decide you will wake. No sooner. And mortals can last a very, very long time down there.