Whispers of Madness

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This is an exploration game, with dungeon crawler elements like items and hidden secrets! This means you should press the 'Start Game' button on the right hand side if you want to appreciate the story to its full potential! Please be aware that as the story is updated, it may be required to restart the story, otherwise some things may not work as intended.

I want to state that some things included in this story are not representative of my beliefs or desires; that while this is an erotic story, there are some things that are not erotic (or at least, not erotic to the majority of people), such as and . If you come across anything that might be going a little too far, keep in mind artistic liberty. However, do let me know as there's a good chance I might change it; I am not the same person as when I began writing this story, and there are things that I do and do not want to be in my story. I began writing this story so long ago that I don't even entirely remember what I've written.

And last but certainly not least, thank you so much for reading! You don't know how much I appreciate it! Give this story a like, or if there's a chapter you perticularly enjoyed give that a like too! But no pressure. Enjoy!

Dungeon creation progress:

Vicious Crown Dungeon- 100% Complete. Might add more chapters in the future.

Milky Eye Dungeon- 95% Complete save for a few pages; some secrets have no payoff at the moment, but otherwise finished.

Bile Mushroom Dungeon- 10%

Nightshade Tentacle dungeon- The Key is obtainable, the story is 40-70% done.

(Old image for posterity)

It wasn't easy travelling to the eastern grasslands of Mongolia. First the plane was denied landing in Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia, for almost an hour. Then there was the struggle to find an English speaking cab to go to another, smaller privately owned airport, from which one could take a smaller plane to the Sukhbaatar province to the east, and that flight took another couple hours. Then on top of that there's the struggle to travel away from the town to the digsite; the digsite laying in such an awkward place that one can't travel by jeep or car, but must instead go on horseback.

But Nora Kristowska was undaunted by such things. In fact, she relished it. She's travelled all over, from the deepest jungles of the Amazon, to the most remote islands in the Kara Sea, north of Siberia. An Anthropologist, Archeologist, and an Adventuress in heart, she's seen it all.

Well, almost all.

It was on a rather rainy day at her study in Liverpool, whilst putting back together the fragments of an ancient Peloponnese clay pot, that Nora heard a knock on her door. She did not greet a postman or a delivery boy, but an unnattended package with her name on it. Quickly unwrapping the heavy brown butchers paper, it was revealed to be a wooden box. Inside the box was straw, and in that straw... something else. It made Nora giddy with excitement just from looking at it. What an amazing artefact, she's never seen anything like it! It was a crude idol, one that at first glance might seem fake, but Nora knew a fake when she saw one, and this wasn't a fake. After all, not many forgers would bother with hand smoothing a pair of genuine opals for eyes. It was a squating humanoid figure, yet different, with webbed feet and arms, strange stubby spines on its back, and, as mentioned, two large opal eyes the size of coasters on its elongated head. She searched through textbook upon textbook about its possible origins, but nothing came up, absolutely nothing was even remotely close to its style of craftmanship. Searching desperately for even a hint from where it came from, she looked through the box, scattering the straw along her usualy pristine carpets, but finding nothing. It was only when looking through the wrappings that the box came in did she find a letter. It was a neat envelope, with nothing written on the outside, and sealed with a blue wax seal, an image of twin skulls imprinted on the centre.

She knew this seal well. She would often find it when she got to a site too late, finding it looted and picked clean. It was the insignia of her rivals, 'The Skull Twins'. She almost refused to open it, but... she needed to know! She tore open the envelope and took out the neatly folded note, proceeding to read it.

"Dear Nora Kristowska,

I hope this letter finds you well; last time I heard you were after some boring old clay pots in Greece. Yawn, snorefest! But I'm sure you're used to dealing with boring stuff like that on a regular basis. But as much as I hate to say it, I may need a little bit of help with this one. And I mean it, this isin't some kind of trick like the one we pulled in Cairo. This one is a little over our heads. I know, it seems a little strange for someone as great as me and my brother to be asking for help, but I'm going to need a friendly connection I can trust with this find.

I'm sure you're already jumping up and down with joy at the sight of that idol. That's just the tip of the Iceberg! I'd tell you more, but you wouldn't believe me without seeing it for yourself. Directions to the digsite are on the back. Get to us A.S.A.P.

~Roxxy and Brock"

She hesitated. That stunt in Cairo still hurt her inside, but... no, this was too big of a opportunity to pass up.

She didn't waste any time packing.

Her ass felt sore and blistered from the saddle, but she was willing to push the pain to the back of her mind to focus on getting to that dig as fast as possible. Thankfully she saw it in the gentle valley below when her horse climbed to the top of a hill. There were a few tents set up in the traditional Mongolian 'Ger' style around a big, wide hole from which workers would climb in and out of, hauling bags of earth. There were a few locals sitting on the sidelines on a smoke break, their pant legs and cuffs covered in dirt. One of them smiled a tooth-missing grin as they told Nora where to find the Skull Twins. She hurried to confront them, not even bothering to tie her horse to a post.

She went through the tent flap of the largest Ger. Roxxy was hunched over a bench peering through a jewelers looking glass at a carved stone tablet inscribed with strange lettering, while her brother, Brock, sat quietly on a stool off to the side. Roxxy immediately waved Nora over, not even giving Nora a chance to greet them.

"Shh, shh, shh, shut up! Come over here and look at this!"

"Hello to you too..." Nora said, rolling her eyes, but curious at what she has to show her. She held the looking glass to her eye and took a look. "Oh my god," she gasped, "this is fantastic! So well preserved, and so genuine! It... It is genuine, right?" Nora didn't exactly trust the Skull Twins, but they weren't ones to stoop so low as to be forgers.

"As genuine as it gets!"

"Have you been able to decipher any of it?"

"No, not yet, and I doubt we'll be able to for some time. None of the locals saw anything familiar in these letters, and I sent a rubbing back to my confidant in Oxford, and she can't seem to find anything similar to it at all." She crossed her arms, a devilish smile on her face. "I'm glad you could push aside our rivalry and come here, I knew you'd be right over when you saw that idol. You can keep it. Think of it as a gift for coming here so quick."

Nora continued to look at the text. It was fascinating to her, just looking at these strange symbols. But she couldn't shake the feeling that just out of bounds of her vision one of the letters would move, or twist, or change, but they always seemed to behave just as she was about to catch them in the act. 'Must be the jet lag,' she thought to herself. She looked away from the tablet. "Why exactly did you invite me here again?"

"Well," Roxxy hesitated, "I do recall you having a degree in psychology, am I right?"

"Er, yes, I do have one. Not seeing where this is going though..."

She grimaced. "Well... I'm not the kind to worry about this sort of stuff, but... There's something going on here. I can't place my finger on what exactly that 'something' is though. Not anything I'd be able to put into words anyway. Brock feels it too."

Nora looked over to Brock nodding solemnly.

"The place is weird is all I'm saying, and might have an affect on people, so we might need your expertise on that, just in case. And with all your archeology experience, we can set you to work on other stuff as well, so it's a plus-plus you know?"

Nora grumbled under her breath. She should've figured they wanted her to work under them. She can't complain though, this dig will be a discovery of a lifetime if the idol is anything to go by!