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Dungeon Crawling, Round 1!

Started by Anastasia, October 24, 2007, 03:31:02 PM

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Anastasia

Huddled back in the start of the dungeon, Krog casts Speak with Dead!

> roll 1d20+8
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+8 and gets 12." [1d20=4]


The boy's body twitches, magic bridging the gap between life and death! From his mouth comes, "Ask of me what you will, living one..." The voice is like a soft sight into the night, unchallenging.  "What do you wish of me to bring me back beyond the horizon?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

Krog shivers. "Krog hate how they always speak weird," he complains out loud, even if the comment isn't for anyone in particular.

Pausing he looks at the animated corpse, and asks, "Krog want know if boy and sister wish to come back to life, first. Would kids be willing to if given chance?"
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Dracos

Ayane opened an eye. "You might want to make sure they wouldn't want to come back just to kill you."
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

"Who wants to come back to a place of discord and humiliation?" The twin intones in vastness, it's voice like the wind tugging at your ears.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

Krog sniffles. "Krog saddened...why kids think this place of discord and humiliation? Krog no understand. So much to do in world..." He bemoans.
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

"Pain...death...the twin brides you married us to..." The young mage's corpse jerks at that, like a marionette jerked too hard. "Your chastisement was the gateway."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

Krog looks even more confused and he looks to Ayane, as if wanting ideas on what to ask.
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Dracos

She considered, guessing his intent.  "Ask about the switch...and the passageway beyond.  And whoever is in charge of them."
Well, Goodbye.

Merc

The half orc cleric nods after thinking on the matter a bit. The kids don't want to come back, and following up on what was said would likely make his brain hurt more.

Turning to the corpse, he makes his questions based on Ayane's suggestions. "If Krog flip switch in room, where Krog end up if follow up on switch result?" Krog asks. "Who left for Krog and Ayane to fight?"
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

"The switch drains the path of fire to a path of radiance, beyond the path of water." The child murmurs, body jerking once before going still at hearing Krog's last question. "Knight Master Z, the greatest of the great. You will join us if you challenge him."

With that, the corpse goes still.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Merc

Krog scratches his head, and he looks to Ayane again. "...Krog no sure, but that what guy we kill before come back call himself, right?" Krog asks.
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

Thus the night of rest passes without incident. The party has recovered and replenished stocks, recharging spells as well. Now they stand at the bottom of the gravelly hill, the three paths awaiting.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

Ayane stretches a bit, seeming a bit here... a bit there.  With her new cloak it was a little hard to tell.  "No more bringing back dead bodies this time, okay Krog?"  More concerned really about the smell than anything else.

She lead down the knight's path, keeping her eyes peeled for ambushes.  They'd done it before and she wouldn't put it past them having more up their sleeve.  If she gets to the table room, she'll flick the switch and take a look at what's down the next pathway that they fled from ...mere days ago.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

For reference, what's your spot mod, Ayane?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

17.  Ayane is a mean spotting/listening machine.
Well, Goodbye.