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Beneath Dweomerheart (Surraruthru, Tryll, 87 days left)

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

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Yuthirin

Calleigh is abruptly Calleigh again. "Wow!" she shakes her head, "I'm okay! That was different! Lemme check the walls!" Calleigh checks the walls for the same property, at a much lower speed.
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

A poke of the walls around it show nothing stopping you from going through.
<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?

Iron Dragoon

Surraruthru inspects the door, trying to figure out what gave Calleigh such a problem.
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Anastasia

Behind the door is a massive drop, a good 40ft down or so onto a hard stone floor. The room itself is only about 10ft long and 5ft wide, no doors on this level going further, but there is a passage at the bottom. Despite being essentially a narrow shaft of a hallway, breezes blow through, the air here fresh and clean.

It's an iron door. Pretty sturdy on a look but no magic that shows anything special, either. Whatever did it is cloaked or not actively magical.
<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

Calleigh explores the drop!

Meanwhile, Tryll says to the group, 'There is a sizable drop past this door. Looks to be about 40 feet, and the room is fairly small. Considering its size, it's possible that opening the door would cause a magical effect to activate, pushing people toward the door and into the drop. Be aware if you open the door.'
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

"Hardly a problem for us, but good to know," Canderella says. "Shall we break down the door?"

Waiting on Surru 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?

Iron Dragoon

"Since you seem to want to, please Dana. Break the door to your hearts content. I can melt the lock with a splash of acid, though."
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

"Great. Hanna, let me borrow your axe," Dana says.

Hanna smiles slightly and shakes her head, "No, I think I'll take this one for myself," she remarks, stepping forward and swinging with all of her power.

> roll 1d20 1 check Rei
<Rei-chan> Kotono rolled : 1d20  check Rei --> [ 1d20=17 ]{17}

Not going to bother with damage, she can PA it for a ton and the door's hardness/HP isn't that high.


Hanna swings hard, cleaving through the door with a single swing.It falls into two pieces, shattered. The passage ahead is revealed as Dana kneels down, studying the door.

At the bottom Calleigh finds a small alcove, where two torches dot the walls. They're currently not lit.
<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've got torches!" Calleigh yells up the shaft after the clamoring of the door coming down subsides. "Two of 'em, unlit in a little cubby-hole thingy with an arch. Whatever it's called. Torches!"
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

"I'll check out the torches. It's possible they could trigger something. If not, I'll light them and that will be your signal to come down."

With that, Surraruthru takes a small leap from Canderella's shoulder to glide down to the torches to inspect them 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

Surraruthru uses Prestidigitation to light the torches.
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.

Anastasia

The torches are lit. They burn, providing light and smoke.
<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

That was the signal for everyone else to come down.
This is not the greatest post in the world, no... this is just a tribute.