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Dice Perception if needed:
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Having internet connection issues at home and so I'm in the midst of switching providers. Should be back up within 2-4 days at the latest. I'm hoping to use some free wifi to post tomorrow in the meantime, but worst case is 2-4 days, just fyi.
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#108
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Terri: They are on the inside. Granted, you could try out your goatfeet and smash it in. You hear fighters are good at that.
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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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Gui/Kedrith considered the door(s) for a minute. "Well, The smaller door might be less supported than the big one. If we can knock that in - I'm sure one or two of us can squeeze in to maybe unlock the other door?"
Wild thoughts
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#111
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Dice Strength?:
You stub your toe.
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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; Aug 31st, 2014 at 06:12 AM. |
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"Oh!? Duh! Miles exclaimed, smacking her forehead with a dainty claw as he suddenly remembered that this was the role he was meant to fill. "Let me give it a shot. I built Delara for this kind of thing, after all." She sized up the odd door for a moment before settling on trying the smaller lock first. There was a distinct possibility that it had been built so that the pooka could enter and leave easily while the larger door was likely trapped to prevent unwanted intruders. She looked at her bracers for a moment, before it dawned on her that she had no idea what the command word for them was supposed to be. "Err.. uh.. it's thievin' time!" She shouted at the bracers, barely hoping that the command word might work. To her surprise, the bracers suddenly vanished, replaced by a set of tools clearly meant for all sorts of nefarious projects. "Well, better get to it I guess.." Instinctively, she selected a pair of thin tools with small hooks on their ends and
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Miles: You make it look easy. Haha. Watch and learn, foolish numbfingers.
Inside is a little entrance hall(20x30). There is a sign on the left wall, noting "Welcome to the Fortress of Solitude #3 " Below it is a helpful sign-in sheet with Name, Date, and Reason of Visit. A little note tells you "Princess Pickups are first come, first serve." So polite. The place could do with some better decorating, though. Two gargoyles(the statue, not the lizardine race) glare at the door leading further inward, and there is a tapestry on the wall of a Human running through the wilderness, holding a bewildered male Pooka over her head and proudly declaring "Boy.", as if this were a very rushed engagement indeed. The woodland creatures in the tapestry are all depicted with looks of horror and confusion. If the artwork was meant to provoke conversation and concern for the artist's mental health, it seems to be successful. A coat rack and doormat are off to the right side. The rack is empty, but two traveling boots(Small size) have been left here. There is a box offering complimentary bunny slippers, but 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. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Sep 6th, 2014 at 01:30 PM. |
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Gui/Kedrith is quite glad the first door has been unlocked....now they just need the second, bigger door to be unlocked so he can come in with them! "Good to see just about everything works so far. I'm a little concerned about your activation words, though."
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Miles only took in the space at a cursory glance, looking for the lock mechanism on this side of the door to see if he could let the others in. Having accomplished that, he opened the door triumphantly. "Well, if you liked that, then you'll love the next one," he smirked, "Mischief managed!" The small kit of tools instantly changed back into the bracers the little gremlin had been wearing a few moments ago. "I just hope there's no such thing as copyrights for magic item activation here.."
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Gui shook his head at the words, and gave Miles a pat on the head in passing. "Good girl." Ouch! Impish Gryphon is impish!
heading in, Gui/Kedrith spotted the tapestry. He gave a snort of amusement at the antics going on. "Cute. It's like the Lion King, only Parody style?" As per the words for the door and all that...well, that didn't mean the Princess wasn't here. Two things came across as odd to the Gryphon: 1st: two statues pointing at a door - open excuse to blowtorch or shoot darts into a person who was busy with the door? 2nd: A doormat off by its lonesome? Granted, maybe that's a way doormats use to work. He took a Dice Perception check:
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One day I'll find more things to put here, but until then, I'll just admire how I make a fine use of space and...oh, wait, I'm not doing that anymore as I typ~STOP TYPING DANGIT! Last edited by Andramal; Sep 13th, 2014 at 07:29 PM. |
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The gargoyles appear to have something in the eye... ah, there you go. You don't know what it does, mind you, but it doesn't look like a laser or anything. Doorbell?
Minor Divination, Use-Activated
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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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"What do you think, Miles? Are you up to checking the door? Wait... Gui did you find something?" Terri makes her way over to the gargoyles, trying to see what Gui is looking at. "Is that... a button? Somehow I don't think that pressing a hidden button is a good idea. But at the same time it's probably the only way to advance..."
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Gabrielle had never been much of an art connoisseur. Sure, it was easy to critique art, but a real critic had rules for that sort of thing - and Gabrielle had never much been one for rules. Having a largely independent adolescence usually had that sort of effect on people.
After resolving that her sticky, tacky goo-hands were not the sort of appendages that one should touch paper with, Gabrielle was forced to face the reality of their predicament. On the one pseudopod, tracking down the kidnapper and his apparent headquarters had been a relatively easy affair. On the other pseudopod, the ease of everything made her that much more suspicious. In video games, simple quests often led into bigger quests. Bad ones, at that. Gabrielle wasn't sure if she was ready for that sort of thing. "We've made good progress, but so what if you're wrong?" she asked, "intelligent thinking is great and all, but this is taking way too long." Lurching up to her companions by the gargoyle, Gabrielle tried her best to reach in and press the button. What kind of secret button would lead to somewhere bad? Why would you even have that sort of thing? |
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You press it, but it doesn't give or do anything. That's probably not what it's for.
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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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