The Glyphs 4 – Where the Saerk Are We?

The Glyphs is a multiple-choice game where you control the fate (and demise) of a gong farmer, as they explore the sewers beneath the Ancient City. Just choose an option from the poll below, and the most popular option will decide what happens next. I’ll put out one of these every week.

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The Glyphs – Part 4

“No! I want to know why we’re even down here!” you shout.

“Settle down, settle down,” Mister Claw says. “Grab your rake. I’ll lead you there now. It’s along the way.”

He leads you and Gan down the channel. You and Mister Claw walk along the side, which is dry. However, Gan insists on walking through the muck. At the beginning the flow is only a little over ankle-deep, but as your group continues past the many outlets leading into the channel, it slowly rises until it’s almost up to Gan’s waist. He starts to fall behind.

“You should walk on the edge,” you tell Gan.

Gan shakes his head, “Already wet.”

“Move faster then,” Mister Claw calls out from ahead. “I’m not waiting for yah.”

Gan glares at Mister Claw’s back with his dark eyes. Then he notices you watching him, and he smiles at you and climbs up onto the edge.

As you hurry after Mister Claw, you can see that the flow in the channel is picking up speed, as more and more content pours out of the connecting outlets. Soon, you hear a low roar ahead. It reverberates off the walls, making it difficult to determine the sound’s origin or distance. It eventually gets so loud that it’s impossible to talk without shouting.

Then you see the channel ends. The contents tumbling over another waterfall. The sound is deafening.

Mister Claw doesn’t even look back as he disappears down the narrow stairs. You know where you are now. You’ve been here before.

The waterfall is called The Cascade. It flows at an angle into a small pool, with a stone arched bridge above it.

This area is positively ancient. The walls and ceilings are made up of misshapen bricks, many of different sizes and shapes. Here and there, you can see a patchwork of repairs, done hastily and without much finesse. It also has a peculiar smell that overpowers the rank smell of the sewerage. It’s as if you have wandered into the nest of some foul beast.

Instead of one wide tunnel, the muck flows into three low and narrow ones, each evenly spaced exiting the pool. Mounds of feculence have built up in the spaces between. They stretch almost all the way to the Cascade side of the pool.

“Clean that up, while I lead Gan out,” Mister Claw says to you.