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Thissic et. al.: The little crow, hearing your talk of 'going in', proceeds to shoot red warning lights out of its eyes and throw a complete hissy fit. "INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS! MAN THE POSTS! SHOOT EVERYTHING! AWK!" The fake bird bounces about, hoping anyone can hear it.
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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 1st, 2014 at 07:05 PM. |
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Thissic makes a sulky face at the crow, as if to say "I trusted you!" Then he stretches and clunks his shoulder bones and slowly draws his sword. He addresses the non-drake members of the team in a calm, yet urgent manner. "Hurry that explosion along would you? I'm afraid Zu will just have to forgive us for rushing her. And somebody find out if that bird has edible parts. It's ruining my brain."
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"SWORD IS BAD! NO STABBY! GUARDS! MASH THE BUTTONS! DO SOMETHING! AWK!" Someone had way too much fun enchanting this sentry... bird... thing.
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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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Zu was admittedly acting paranoid at this point. She was fairly sure that there was nothing devious, dangerous, or trappish about the stairway or the figurines. That doesn't mean she doesn't first
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Zu: The action figure is of high quality, the dragon less so. You note a little pull string for the engineer to say things, and the hand is clearly made to hold some sort of accessory. Said add-on is not here, leaving you to believe someone will step on it in the dead of night and say untoward words.
It is not trapped. The bottom of the stairs has a similar door leading out into the chamber you were just in. A mop and bucket are under the stairs, but otherwise it is empty.
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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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Zerath quickly stood up in slight shock and amazement; he was right the bird was a signal!
Stupid bird! Zerath think it was a signal, now Zerath know it's a signal! Zerath must silence signal! Dice To hit:
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Zerath swipes at the bird, trying to crush it beneath his heavy claws. |
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Zu performed the same ritual of checking each door carefully before she opened it. Eventually she examined the two doors on the opposite wall as the one she tripped.
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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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Peering at the drawbridge, she considers how to get it both down and them inside. In the end she thinks she can manage it, but chooses not to.
"So..." she comments to her companions, "Can one of you chew a hole in that drawbridge or something? I can get it down, but I want to save my magic for important stuff."
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Zu: These seem to lead further into the castle, and are slightly more ornate than the ones on the side. The one closest to the stairs is unlocked, the other is locked.
Zerath: You smash the stupid bird, and it falls apart in a smoosh of arcane toycraft. "MEIn leiben..." It sparks a little, then lies still. Victory? The drawbridge is properly sturdy, though in the end it's still mostly wood. You're not sure how well he could get some chewing on(flat varnished surface), or if it would be even remotely tasty. Still, where there's a will, there's smashing doors repeatedly until they give up. Smash!
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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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"I have no spells that would be of any real use in getting through that bridge. And Winter would need to be a lot closer to be of any use in destroying it. Unfortunately, he can't fly."
"Not that I'd be of much use against a drawbridge..." Winter muttered. He was loud enough that Opal and anyone else close by could hear. "Right." Opal glanced at Zareth. "Would you be so kind as to set one or both of the explosives off on the bridge? I can come with you if you think you'll need the help. Or you can guard me while I set them up. Not exactly sure how to go about setting them off, but I should be able to determine decent locations for them." She knew that Winter wouldn't be thrilled about being left behind, but he couldn't fly and she didn't feel like towing him about behind her.
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There! Stupid bird...now your magic is over! We should be safe from eyes for now.
Listening to the others, Zerath would nod. "You should setup; Zerath might set off explosives on accident." As amusing as that might be, and he might actually survive a blast of that magnitude (if just barely), he wouldn't want to risk it; not now with more fighting ahead. Now, if this was just them running away, he wouldn't mind trying to set it up, but that's another story. Facing Opal, "I carry you or you ride on my back?" Whatever she decided, Zerath would oblige. (Unless you weigh 1,000 pounds, literally) Carrying her weight as easily as one carries a bag of groceries, he would spread his wings wide and Dice Fly (in case it's needed):
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![]() Blow things up? Zu: You slip into the left-back door stealthily, like a ninja of sorts. Oh wait! You are a ninja. That makes everything better. Your revelry is mildly interrupted by a *twong* noise, and the feeling of a suction cup dart sticking you in the forehead. "Gotcha!" The room is a nice little den of sorts(20x30), with a couch, a closed door leading inward, a worn scrying mirror(long-distance calls are extra), and a small little creature. It's a pooka! No, pookas aren't that small. It's a pooka... kid? Also, he's got the most adorable little blue reptile wings, and claws that need a bit of a trim. And rabbits don't have lizard tails or horns... Oh dear. ...you feel you may have misunderstood the situation entirely. For what it's worth, the little urchin has his dinky toy bow, and is stunned to see that you are not who he was expecting. "You're not the butler. Enemies!" He doesn't seem to get that this is probably hazardous to his health, but readies another suction arrow anyway. You're good target practice.
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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 3rd, 2014 at 01:52 AM. |
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