With 127 done and dusted (much to his relief The Traveller was FAR better at this than he expected), test 2 was unfortunately NOT a test – time was running out and they needed a piece of The Uncertain Brown Portal in order to move Hatshepsut’s Obelisk.
123 could not be classified as a DOOR really, more like an arch, but this did not deter The Traveller. She STILL did not realize this was NOT Dream Time. Or maybe she did and didn’t mind. Playing a sitar in a band going no-where was not the life she had planned.
The Red Giraffe was not hugely pleased with his human form – he felt LONG. And from the strange looks he was receiving, this current disguise was a trifle too fast walker. BUT he needed to check out the arch opposite the bus station as indicated on the Phaistos Disk (#59/60) (yip – can you believe it, the disk actually has this on the back). The Traveller had suggested that he try a Gerald Format, but it felt uncomfortable and itchy.
The sudden shift to 56 even caught the Red Giraffe by surprise.
It was obviously an inter-dimensional backlash from a derecho. People don’t realize that such happenings (widespread, long-lived wind storms) are actually the result of the Moorish Darwish attempting to assail Between. While his minions hunt for the keys with equal fervor, he attempts to twist the immaterial nature of Between. The Traveller double blinked at 56 but further than that she was calm. 56 was indeed a shocker – a dungeon door on the Roman Forum (known in some circles as Mars Hill). This was a kink in the tale for sure. The Traveller, without hesitation stepped out into the milling crowd, seemingly certain of her destination. Erichs map had certainly come in handy and he was very grateful because from here-on-out this territory was beyond his ken. The point of course was to backtrack to the region of the Sof Omar Caves, where the story first began. NOTHING would make sense until they backtracked there.