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Oct 24th, 2011, 11:01 PM
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Raka: The lock is shunted through the door with a dramatic *SMASH*, then a resounding echo of *pingdingadinthunk* as it skitters across the floor. The door creaks open, revealing...
A nice 40x30 hallway, with pillars. There's another door at the end, and 2 on either side at the far end of the hallway. A few wooden crates and such have been lined to the sides of the hall; recently opened, if the lack of dust is to be believed. There's currently the remains of a door lock lying at the base of the far door. Eia:
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. 
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#469
Oct 25th, 2011, 08:27 PM
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illiaster keeps watch over the mirror, while still getting use to his new form. He hasn't had much practice yet manipulating tools with his new claws. "I'll have to make new tools soon i guess."
It was best he stay here anyway/ If there are survivors here. odds are they are going to come out to a dragon and ask for help.
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Gone from this site. Looks like gaming is impossible after all. Looks like it's time to sell all my books and just give it up. Last edited by sslrranma; Oct 25th, 2011 at 08:28 PM.
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#470
Oct 26th, 2011, 02:14 AM
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Illiaster:
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot.
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#473
Oct 26th, 2011, 03:52 PM
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Illiaster: Eia:
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Oct 26th, 2011 at 03:55 PM.
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#475
Oct 27th, 2011, 12:26 PM
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Dergan, not seeing anything of note, follows Raka up to the front door. He grunts in respect at the quick hammer improvisation, then leans into the doorway to look into the hall. Offering only a heavy shrug to show his ignorance, he steps into the hall, proceeding towards one of the two inner doors, then...well, opening it.
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#477
Oct 28th, 2011, 12:18 AM
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Illiaster: Raka/Dergan: You hear a vague shout from Illiaster's location by the mirror: "Be on guard. Something is happening!" Eia:
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Oct 28th, 2011 at 12:21 AM.
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Oct 28th, 2011, 02:36 AM
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Illiaster:
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Oct 28th, 2011 at 02:37 AM.
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Oct 28th, 2011, 09:46 AM
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Dergan stops his progress into the corridor and rushes back out in the direction of their odd, scaly companion and the enigmatic mirror. He thumps his staff in time with his strike. Chunk, meanwhile, stands, stretches and yawns, and then follows...a somewhat bored but bothered look on his canine face.
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