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08-10-2011, 05:58 PM
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08-10-2011, 07:18 PM
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Welcome to the end of the tutorial.
So this will conclude the introduction part. Both groups and all the players figured out ways through their respective puzzles. To clear up the last series of posts after my last one.
__________________You all were already out the the tavern and it had collasped and you were being chased by fire and guards. As the fire and guards seem to loom ever closer to evceryone but one. That one had over come the mist's effects and was smart enough to realize he had no clue how to diffuse a bomb. Though to his mis fortune he wasn't quick enough on the up take to get the bomb out of his face before it goes off. Everyone sees or feels the ground start to shake and a great cracking sound. The last things the bar group sees is a giant fissure rracing towards them and what appears to be the whole city jumping or tumbling into the sea. Troy the last thing you see before the bomb goes off is a brilliant flash and what feels like millions of tiny pricks in your skin. All of you feel water hitting you in the face. As you come to you see above you the sky and sails flapping. You wonder how did I survive and where am I? You feel the clothes you had on have been removed and in Troy's case he sees the sky as darker than normal. What you see next depends on which ship your on? Last edited by Gulielmos; 08-10-2011 at 07:23 PM. Reason: needs game thread tie in
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08-11-2011, 01:33 AM
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A deep sigh wracked Amerigo's core. He looked up at the night sky, and felt the cool breeze blowing on his bare skin. His dragonhide tunic had been removed, along with his dual scimitars and his Bow & Arrows. They had even taken his cloth shirt and pants, leaving him in his undergarments and boots. Hardly embarrassing for a man that was used to dancing like this at hen parties. What was a pain in the ass, however, was the loss of his weapons, which he adored, and the loss of quite a sum of money, as well.
He exhaled, standing, and saying, "Such a pity." His eyes dice=perception]iroamed d20+4[/dice] around, taking in everything there was to see, or so he hoped. There were sails flapping, of course, bringing his attention to the people standing over him. He heard bits of many languages, from Elven, to Dwarven, to Draconic, to Common. He blinked, and smile, instantly realizing that he was on a pirate ship. Home at last! (If we're not actually on a pirate ship, I understand, but I certainly hope we are! =D)
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