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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 checks behind the walls of this room on a whim.
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

<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

Up to 3 feet. 3 feet of stone is a lot. If I can't find anything 3 feet beyond any wall, it's probably not there.
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

In the upper-right corner you got across something - the very start of a room, barely noticed. You'd have to go back and further in that direction to explore it.
<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

Woah.

WOAH.

TREASURE!

You see a large room filled with treasure - gold coins and bars, rich tapestries untouched by time, heaps of silverware and silver plates, boxes of jewelry, gemstones, rich furs, heavy bags full of who knows what riches and more. It's all neatly stacked and organized, no door in or out of here. However, standing in the center of the room is a stone pillar. It has dozens of carved gemstone eyes on it, constantly sweeping the room.

After a second, they all whirl on Calleigh, moving about to focus on her.
<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

It is not a slicer, not a dicer, not a chopper in a hopper! What in the hell can it possibly be?
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

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+35 : 17 + 35, total 52[/blockquote]
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

You have no idea what it is beyond a construct. Your best guess is that it's something dreadfully obscure or unique. At least you know it is a construct and all the basic traits of the construct type.
<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's found a treasure room!' Tryll tells the group as Calleigh sinks back into the wall and instead tracks into the ceiling above the construct.
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

"Great," Dana says, "So how the fuck do the rest of us get there, more magic disintegration shit?"

Meanwhile Calleigh stays in the stone and moves to where she wishes, still inside the stone.
<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

'Yes. And!' Tryll says, preparing another disintegration beam, 'There's a construct in there. If it's hostile, let's let Dana take it, mm?'
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?