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Started by Anastasia, November 09, 2008, 10:47:15 PM

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Dracos

"He likely simply has us as weaklings...  That is the primary limitation of this magic as they call it."
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

Taking 10/20 or rolling on the search, Drac?
<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

Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

#288
Searching the wreckage, you find the following useful things:

A longsword.
A quarterstaff, slightly charred.
Enough shards of glass and pottery to be used as weapons.
A big log.
A stained book on what looks to be religion.
A single glass bottle, red-white fluid within, like a candy cane.
<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

Shadow swiped the sword and the quarterstaff, heading out to the nearest junction.  "Are you alright?  That thing hit you pretty hard," He glanced back at Varial.
Well, Goodbye.

Merc

"I'll live," Varian replies. "Anything interesting at all?"
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Dracos

Shadow showed him the stuff. "Nope, not really at all."

OOC: Junction information please?
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

Returning back, the two see this again:

They come to another intersection! This time two other paths twine together, all of the going on into a downward plunge deeper into the tall, almost wobbling stacks of junk! Further, Varian noticed an arrow pointing to the rightward path, which you went down and successfully slew the creature chasing you at the rubbish filled dead in there.
<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

"Let's head down the left then...the platform is the only thing behind us back that way, and this is a dead end," Shadow heads left.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

Thus the two head down the leftmost path deeper in!

<Kobot> Shadow_Ko_Chaos rolled 1d20+8 --> [ 1d20=13 ]{21} Shadow
<Kobot> Shadow_Ko_Chaos rolled 1d20+2 --> [ 1d20=5 ]{7} Varian


Within twenty feet of proceeding in and down the passage, Shadow can see a ladder leading downward in a hole in the ground at a dead end. However, he can also see semi transparent, thin wires running around it in a tight circle, usually only inches apart.
<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

"Be careful, there's trap wires here."  Shadow takes a piece of junk, tossing it down the hole.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

The bit of junk hits the wires around the stairs and is sliced apart into several neat chunks. It's cut clean, no jaggedness or signs of dullness. One piece that lands in the hole falls down and you don't hear any impact sound.
<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

"No kidding..." Varian states as he gapes at the result, and tries to see where the wires are being supported from along the walls of the hole. Maybe they can loosen them as they move, letting the wires fall to the ground below and allowing them passage?
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

The wires are attached to bits of junk all around you. It forms a tight cocoon around the stairway. IT might be possible to deconnect them, yes.
<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

Shadow tries slicing the gunk out with the long sword.
Well, Goodbye.