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#482
Oct 28th, 2011, 01:37 PM
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Raka, Dergan: Illiaster is busy being perched sideways on the mirror. Rather odd, considering he seems to be defying gravity to do so.
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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 01:37 PM. 
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#483
Oct 28th, 2011, 03:34 PM
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Dergan looks on in confusion, and feels the need to lean far to the side as he addresses Illiaster, as if doing so made him easier to hear. He also shouts...assuming that being perched in such a manner would definitely impact one's hearing...somehow.
So....y'alright? Anythin' we should be doin?
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#484
Oct 28th, 2011, 08:29 PM
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"Something happened and the room is trying to pull me in to the mirror. Be careful in here. It feels as though the room is tilted." he says, trying to hover out of the room slowly trying to figure out the mirrors pull, or whatever mental illusion its exerting.
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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 28th, 2011 at 08:29 PM.
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#485
Oct 30th, 2011, 11:54 PM
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Raka: The mirror is very pretty, even with a dragon obscuring it. Then the world tips, and you find yourself falling sideways onto the dragon. This is mean. Dergan: You watch the spectacle with amusement. Raka flings herself towards the mirror without much thought for her own safety, or the dragon that would be in her way. Illiaster: You catch Raka with ease, and support her weight, though you're not sure you like being used as a chair.
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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 30th, 2011 at 11:57 PM.
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#487
Nov 1st, 2011, 01:44 PM
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"You mind not struggling so much. Not sure whats going on myself. I know a little about magic, but this may be a bit out of my league. I dont know of any spells that can warp space this much. Whenever i've tried turning the mirror just kept appearing in front of me."
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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.
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#488
Nov 4th, 2011, 01:15 PM
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Dice Plot Device!:
Dice Squish:
Dergan: You're busy looking at the spectacle when the world suddenly tips sideways, and you go crashing into the deranged duo. Illiaster loses his grip and 'falls' into the mirror, while Raka is much better situated(and has more time to react), and catches herself. You are now 'on top' of her, in regards to how gravity is acting. She's a lot more well-endowed up close, it seems. Silver lining... 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; Nov 4th, 2011 at 01:24 PM.
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Nov 4th, 2011, 01:31 PM
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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; Nov 4th, 2011 at 01:32 PM.
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#491
Nov 4th, 2011, 02:06 PM
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Gah! Dergan lashes out wildly in an attempt to grab anything, but unfortunately there are no long-limbed weeping sideways trees in horizontal town. Cursing his luck, he looks down at Raka and grins nonetheless. Well...couldna' said that this day'd end with me atop ya. Even though...I'm guessing we either follow them into the mirror or, well...ain't many other options. Whaddya' say...curious to figure out where they went?
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Nov 4th, 2011, 10:42 PM
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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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