Beneath Dweomerheart (Surraruthru, Tryll, 87 days left)

Started by Anastasia, July 12, 2017, 10:06:55 PM

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Yuthirin

'Safe to proceed.' Tryll sends back to the group.
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

<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?

Yuthirin

What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

Dana is first, throwing the door open, "Well, finally got that shit finished," she says, "Nothing to fight yet?"
<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?

Yuthirin

"Booga booga booga!" Calleigh shouts, coming out of the wall right behind Dana.
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Iron Dragoon

Surraruthru inspects the room, taking everything in with Detect Magic.
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

<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?

Iron Dragoon

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+54 : 11 + 54, total 65[/blockquote]
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

There's plenty of fading magic from the prismatic mist.

The staff on the wall is was once a staff of prisms, but the magic has faded and it has been expended. A few wisps of power cling to it, perhaps from the mists it was immersed in.
<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?

Iron Dragoon

This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Yuthirin

Calleigh is not one to leave loot behind, and stuffs the staff into her improbably-small bag.

"Your call! I'll scout ahead where I need to!"
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Iron Dragoon

This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

The door's annoyingly locked. You suppose it had to happen sooner or later.
<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?

Yuthirin

"I'll get it!" Calleigh zips forward and phases through the door as a tiny ball of light!
What if they're not stars at all? What if the night sky is full of titanic far-off lidless eyes, staring in all directions across eternity?

Anastasia

> roll 1d6 damage Calleigh
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d6 damage Calleigh --> [ 1d6=4 ]{4}


SPLAT! There's something solid to Calleigh even in ethereal form, and she promptly runs right into it, in the middle of the door. OW!

Dana takes one look and cracks her knuckles, "Right, so we're gonna do this the hard way?" she says, "Is it some cocksucking magic or is it something material, since doesn't lead or shit block most detection spells? Shit like that."

Hanna winces, "Are you hurt, Calleigh?"
<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?