[Game Thread] Time in My Hand

[Moridain]

Chris is intrigued by the idea, but then has a worried look, "Do you think the ground here is flammable too? I like the burning it idea, especially since I have bugs on the mind still, but if it leads to this 'bed' catching fire with us on top of it..."

She pokes the ground, trying to figure out of it were dirt like bedding, or bedding like dirt.

[Winter Wight]

Myr sulked at the edge of the bear feeling both guilty for the rat comment and agitated by the non-euclidean dynamics of the fortress. Despite the scientist's best intentions, Euclideus had tried to prove magic impossible and gotten stuck in an extra dimension in the process. Myr often felt the world would be better off if Euclideus had somehow succeeded.

His mind jolted at Chris' comment concerning giving the dungeon ideas. Could the dungeon itself be conscious? It was supposedly presided over by the big baddie everyone supposedly wanted defeated but... Often tales spoke of singing swords and wise walls; it was not entirely beyond the realm of possibility the dungeon had a will of its own.

The witch shook his head. Too much was going on at once. He needed to focus. He looked back up to the bear, finally realizing what his comrades were buzzing about.

"We should keep moving. I don't trust over-sized dolls. This whole bed makes me feel exposed."

[Fragmaster01]

Myr: You need a blanket and a sleepy cap. That would make you feel comfier with this situation.

New Quest! Claim person-sized blanket, to wear. Claim sleepy cap.

Chris: You reach the top of the bear, after much consternation. There is a tag on the zipper: Only a true badass, afraid of nothing, may claim the Zipperblade. Do you feel badass?

[Moridain]

"I am worthy of the Zipperblade!" claims Chris, gripping the handle and yanking, as though picking up some thunder gods hammer.

[AwesomeEllie]

Fimi Watching the peculiarly armored person start screaming about zippers, Fimi simply rolls his eyes and prepares to begin blasting if anything ugly raises its head.

[Fragmaster01]

Dice Are you?:

1d20

13

The zipperblade gives a mental sigh, and lets you pull it out. The thing is terrifying, with the handle of a zipper tab, and the blade of a zipper. A belt hangs from it, for easy attachment to overly belted and zippered clothing. You feel like an RPG hero already.
Zipperblade - +1 Greatsword. Acts as a Bane weapon versus Dapper enemies. You don't know what a Dapper type enemy is, but you imagine you will ruin their day.

The giant stuffed bear starts to stir and wake. It is displeased that you are stealing body parts from it. Prove your badassery? Or run away screaming?

[Moridain]

"I claim you in the name of easily sellable loot!" Chris cries before jumping hurredly from the creatures back. She looks at her companions, curious if they want to beat up the giant bear or hoof it.

Slipping the greatsword into her pack to be sold later, greatswords are so very last edition, she readies her spear in case the group decides running away is for cowardly people.

[AwesomeEllie]

Fimi This thing was big, too big. On top of that, the area was open, which meant very little to hide behind. Besides Ms. Wasp, that is. Er, Non-Gendered Wasp. Fimi didn't want to think of the creature as female, as that might just ruin all other ladies for him. "Up to you guys..." However, he begins to edge away, ready to shoot some lasers.

[Fragmaster01]

The teddy bear rises, and stands before you angrily. "You are supposed to be asleep!" Its words carry merit, if only because the thing is huge. Otherwise, you'd laugh. Silly teddy bear.

 

	Teddy Avatar		Construct
Class	Bear	Type	Bear
Threat	Strong	Magic	Bed
Size	Huge	Speed	30, Trample

PRC	SLA	BLG	FIR	ICE	LIT	ACD	SON	HOL	DRK
		Res	Wk	Res				Abs	Imm

You Fools	Innate	Stomps all over you.
Pouch	Innate	He can stuff you in the pouch, to grapple you horrendously. No one knows what happens in there.

An avatar of the Bed Room. Adorable looking, but massive and angry.

[Moridain]

Chris decides to try to confuse the thing "We are asleep! You are the one who is awake. Shouldn't you put yourself back to sleep, so you don't wake us up?"

Bluff:

Dice Roll:

1d20+3

(4)+3

Total = 7

(7)

[Muggins]

While Axle wasn't exactly a moron, there were certain things that escaped him. Among them were the notions of card games and modular castles, but those were of little concern; he had other people who could take care of stuff like that, like Chris. Of greater concern to Axle were things like giant, stuffed teddy bears trying to boss people around. Indeed, the notion of a children's toy bossing him around made the ex-shoggotn furious. He deserved better than this! They all did!

"Hey! Don't you go talking to us like that, ya stupid bear!" Axle growled, pushing his way out into the front of the group and pointing a knobbly finger up at the giant bear. He was not amused. "We're the bosses here, and we do what we want! Ya got that?" he yelled, "we've got the zipperblade, we've got mighty magic, and we've got big teeth! So unless you wanna come outta this as more stuffing than skin, you're gonna sit right back down and shut up!"

Dice Intimidate?:

1d20+7

(19)+7

Total = 26

[Winter Wight]

Painfully aware that the situation was likely about to take a turn for the worst, Myr decided that now would be the best time to do something really stupid. Even as the others took turns yelling at the bear, the witch was pulling out a small silver flask.

"Bottom's up."

And in a flash the content's of the Dragon's Breath went down what presumed to be a gullet for the stuffed man. The stuffed witch stepped slightly away from his companions even as the bubbles began to rise back up...

[AwesomeEllie]

Fimi Fimi focused, ready to attack if that thing came any closer. It might very well be a tough customer, though... To make it worthwhile, they'd want to be able to get through about three or four encounters before resting, and if everything was like this, it might be worth it just to run through the dungeon.

[Fragmaster01]

At Axle's words, the bear stopped and looked down at its stomach. "My Zipperblade! You bastards!" It gives a mighty roar, and proceeds to stomp about. No mercy... NO MERCY!

Dice Initiative:

1d20-1

(5)-1

Total = 4

Round 1, Fight!

[Moridain]

"No, this isn't your zipperblade it just looks lik-... Oh screw it..."

Dodging back from the kick, she tries to stab it in the foot with her spear, unceremoniously dropping the Zipperblade to the ground for now, to be looked at more later.

"I never liked teddy bears anyway!"

ooc Initiative: Dice Roll: 1d20+1 (13)+1 Total = 14 (14) Attack! Dice Roll: 1d20+8 (9)+8 Total = 17 (17) Damage: Dice Roll: 1d8+7 (1)+7 Total = 8 (8)