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Dice Falling Damage:
You push in the 0 digit, and stand around for a bit while the platform waits for more numbers. Did you do it right? Or... Four walls of force appear around you, as the floor disappears. Nope, looks like you guessed wrong. The party watches as you go sailing into the unknown, and a stone platform appears by the other exit to the room(one part of a bridge, it seems, which would be finished by everyone pushing the button and trying their luck). Sundast *vlorps* back into being above this new platform, separated from the party, but is still following the Speedy thing goes in, speedy thing goes out.Important Law of Portal Motion. (37 damage) You seem to recall that your legs didn't used to bend in quite such a broken fashion. Perhaps someone could throw a healing potion over to you? You do so hate it when the bottled stuff tries to fix broken bones, though: always hurts when cracking back into place. It's now a 40 foot jump from the party's platform to the one leading to the next room of the vault. You have successfully unlocked 0/5 goodies in this room.
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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 28th, 2012 at 11:51 PM. |
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Having kept a keen eye on Sundast as he attempted the trial, Alec dares to try the same. Hesitantly pushing the button, he looks to his new companions and looks absurdly towards the rounded structure before them. What Sundast had done to deserve punishment he did not know, but Alec had a plan to escape a similar fate. Perhaps he'd succeed where the centaur had failed?
Yes. Of course he'd succeed, of course. He was, after all, a genius! |
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Alec: You are carried out into the pit, to try your luck.
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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 number?' Alec queried himself, fingers tapping against his chin.
The number is alone and unmarried - a single digit, no more. The number is everything, all of existence - factors? No, symbolism - zero. Everything fits inside zero, doesn't it? Doubtfully, he placed a single digit on the the number zero and pushed inwards. Just in case, he prepared his wings - he didn't want to suffer the same fate as the centaur, did he? |
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Dice Ouch:
Alec: The floor disappears, and you start to flutter about. Ha! Then a panel appears above you, and slams into your head, smashing you down with all the grace of an anti-antigravity spell. Blast. You land on top of Horsebutt. More gracefully, since you have the wings, but the damage from the roof hitting you still smarts. (32 damage) It's now a 30 foot jump from the party's platform to the one leading to the next room of the vault. You have successfully unlocked 0/5 goodies in this room.
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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 2nd, 2012 at 12:41 AM. |
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Jallow watches his two companions as they each floated across and then get slammed into the floor for answering incorrectly. Jallow continues to stand there staring as he contemplates whether or not he should take a chance; every few breaths he turns to see if the other remaining companion is going to try their luck also.
Last edited by Kshnik; Oct 2nd, 2012 at 11:45 AM. |
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Slenc steps out from behind Jallow and gives the button a poke. "Get ready to catch the idiot."
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Slenc: The platform wiggles you outward, to see if you are smart.
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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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"Mwahahahaha!" Slenc does her best evil pose and presses 69. "And there I was worried I'd need a good brain for this."
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The platform idly carries you over to the egg, where one side of it opens up to reveal...! A hat. A slouch hat, to be precise. Brown, and out of fashion. Something's eaten the edge of it a bit. Ah well. Slouch Hat of the Egg - Minor Artifact It's now a 20 foot jump from the party's platform to the one leading to the next room of the vault. You have successfully unlocked 1/5 goodies in this room.
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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 6th, 2012 at 04:36 AM. |
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Slenc dons the hat. Fashion is silly.
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The hat promptly transforms you into an armadillo person, complete with a cigar. Oddly enough, you feel very powerful, if slightly odd looking. (+3 Natural AC, +2 CON, +2 STR, -2 INT, Curse of the Armadillo)
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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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Slenc thoughtfully puffs at her new cigar. "Well, that was certainly unexpected." She lifts the hat, because you have to try these things, but she doesn't really expect anything for her trouble.
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Taking the hat off makes you Slenc again, though your cigar remains. How odd.
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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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