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Billy gets spooked when it starts getting darker, at least until Tasha's hat lights up. He's more willing to follow along once there's light, though his crystal (as ordered) continues rolling along up front, relaying anything it sees back to the drake telepathically.
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Dice Perception:
Good thing for the light. There was, in fact, a nice 10 foot drop in front of you. Another ledge was below it, but you still didn't want to go sailing just yet. This room is much larger than before, and certainly much deeper. There are parts that your feeble little light can't actually see the bottom of. Sadly, those parts also seem to coorespond to a nice chasm in the room, preventing easy access across. There seems to be a large pillar of sorts in the middle of the ravine, but whatever bridge it once held up has long since fallen apart. Shash: You note a small object on the level below you. It's hard to make out, but it looks like a stuffed doll. Most likely a child came this way, but... you doubt they could have made it further than here on their own. Unless they fell into the ravine, of course, but with how deep it looks... Yeah. Best not to think about it. There's a large blue crystal of sorts hanging over the area, in a conspicuously well-chosen place for seeing all angles of the room. There's no way to reach it though, and it's hard to make out with Tasha waving around her head like that. She's a horrible flashlight, and you'll have to teach her the proper etiquette of a light source when time allows.
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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; Mar 11th, 2013 at 08:04 PM. |
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Tasha turns around and calls back up the cave. "Hey, sphinxy. You sure you didn't bring those kids here and eat them?"
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Billy makes his way up as far as Shash, peering past him to stare at the drop. "So, um... how do we get past?" Then Tasha's comment clicks for him. "Be nice, Tasha. C'mere, you," he says, indicating the nameless sphinx. "Can you explore further? Without a rope or something, those of us who don't fly are not going to get far."
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"I don't eat kids! That's gross. You're a pervert." He makes eye daggers at you to get the point across. Right. Crazy monster person, overly protective of children, gotcha.
"Well, I guess... maybe I could carry some of you across?" Sphinx stares at Billy. "You look easy to carry. Cmon!" He offers a paw, and A Whole New World beyond.
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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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This new idea is not what Billy had in mind, and it is obvious from the look on his face when put on the spot. "Uh, that can't be safe... can it?" He looks for Saline, the educated wizardess, but realizes she's somewhat behind them due to the skinny cavern. "Uh, okay. But I want you to try lifting me straight up first. Then I'll think about crossing." Perhaps there's some sense in his head somewhere? "Tasha, should we keep going here? Maybe we should be searching more outside instead of splitting up?"
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"Nah this sounds hilarious. Go on. Anyway, mister sphinx, I wasn't being a pervert, I was just accusing you of being one. But your not, so we can be buddies now." She slouches there waiting for the magical adventure ride to begin.
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Billy: He picks you up, and holds you over your head like a prize. "See? Easy!" He ponders, then gets a better idea. "Oooh! Ooh! Here." He sets you down, flips around, and now is on all fours again. He seems to be waiting for you to hop onto his back. Nothing can possibly go wrong! For starters, you don't see anywhere to hold on, other than his neck. Sphinxes need handles.
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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; Mar 21st, 2013 at 12:43 PM. |
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Saline manages to catch up with the group eventually, but looks smaller than you remember her. You don't think she has shrunk, but you can tell that being underground is hitting her harder than you would expect.
There isn't much light in the room, so she decides to solve that first. Squinting at a pebble on the ground she makes it glow then kicks it with a big mental foot into the room, illuminating it as well as she can. She peers at the big crystal, curious what it could be. Dice arcane?:
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Um. Billy just gazes at the sphinx for a short while after the 'suggestion' of what to do next, until what the sphinx means finally dawns on the drake. "Oh, um, won't it be easier to set me down on the other side if we do it the other way? I mean, if there's something over there, we don't want to have to take the time for me to get off, do we? You'd just let go."
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Tasha gives Saline a gentle shoulder nudge. "Trouble? Guess you're not cut out to be a pit pony, huh?" She puts her glowing hat on the wizard's head. "There you go. I can just carry the rock... Am I the only one getting the urge to make a den here?"
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She smiles at Tasha a little shakily, "... I think I miss the sky."
At the second comment the smile gets more real "And yes, you are." she shudders at the thought of staying down here longer than they need to.
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"Sounds good!" He grabs you without waiting for your okay, and yanks you across the chasm. Whoosh!
You land in a heap on the ground, but are reasonably unhurt. Kids are tough. This side seems to have a little pillar thing, complete with a few odd blue gemstones stuck into the side, as if to be poked and prodded. There's an obvious Platform on the left that seems to be part of this whole "not activated" bridge structure, though given that it ends at the wall, you're not sure what the point is. The gems appear to be set in a triangle. They're > shaped, with each of them pointing outwards. You can probably spin them around. Dice Appraise:
They're just glass, painted to look impressive. Cheapskates.
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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; Apr 3rd, 2013 at 10:05 PM. |
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"Yeeeek!" cries Billy as he's yanked up in the air, followed closely by "Yee-hah!" as he flies over the chasm-y death trap. Once back on solid ground he shudders and throws a glare at the sphinx for startling him so, but all's well that ends well. Instead of arguing over something that turned out fine, he leans in to peer at the little glass bits. All pointing out, hmm? Billy pokes at them, hoping he might be able to turn them around and point inward, or activate each, whichever works. It doesn't seem to occur to him that he shouldn't play with things he doesn't have a clue about, especially in some creepy strange place like this.
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