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Post by Tempest on Jul 30, 2014 18:05:49 GMT
[x] Try to pry the Sun Gem from the ceiling, it is useful to us. (12)
--[x] Try to integrate it into our form. (by swallowing it and keeping it in an internal cavity to be fed from?)
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Post by Foyad on Jul 30, 2014 18:18:12 GMT
[] Try to pry the Sun Gem from the ceiling, it is useful to us. (12) --[] Try to integrate it into our form. (by swallowing it and keeping it in an internal cavity to be fed from?) xF0P15iO1-20 1-20
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Post by CCoyote on Jul 30, 2014 20:54:41 GMT
[] Try to pry the Sun Gem from the ceiling, it is useful to us. (12) --[] Try to integrate it into our form. (by swallowing it and keeping it in an internal cavity to be fed from?)
Standing there quietly contemplating your next move, you suddenly decide that that whole sunlight and water thing would be quite a bit simpler if it was just water.
And so, with that in mind, you look up.
You crouch, coiling your legs, readying yourself. And then you leap, hands outstretched, aiming for your prize.
You seize it. And for a single moment you hang there in the air, hands curled around the mini sun that was transfixed to an iron socket inserted into the ceiling.
Then gravity decides it has had enough of you, and you fall down. A table over stacked with notes breaks your fall, and paper is now everywhere.
It is really rather small, this Sun Stone, but size belies the possibilities. And with a miniature sun in your hand you feel ready to take on the world.
But first, what to do with it?
Ah, you should swallow it. Swallowing the stone enchanted to emulate the sun, you briefly wonder how this possibly could end badly.
Pain.
Excruciating agony.
Darkness.
Ow.
Ow ow ow ow ow.
You hear a shrill sound reverberating throughout the cellar, the acoustics somehow amplified in the stony room.
Oh, it is you.
You stop yourself from screaming, your throat raw, and your chest aching mightily.
That was perhaps not the best idea. The stone feels like it is stuck halfway on it is way to your stomach, that will take some time getting used to.
You look around. And see no great changes, obviously some time have passed, but you have no way of telling how much.
[] Search the room for anything that might prove useful. [] Search the mind of the apprentice further, there might be useful information. [] Interact with the other plants in the room. [] Break through the door.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 30, 2014 20:57:18 GMT
[x] Search the mind of the apprentice further, there might be useful information. [x] Interact with the other plants in the room.
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Post by Foyad on Jul 30, 2014 21:00:21 GMT
[x] Search the mind of the apprentice further, there might be useful information.
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Post by zeuseus on Jul 30, 2014 21:05:12 GMT
[x] Search the mind of the apprentice further, there might be useful information. [x] Interact with the other plants in the room.
Soulpelt's Vote: [x] Search the mind of the apprentice further, there might be useful information. [x] Search the room for anything useful
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Post by CCoyote on Jul 30, 2014 22:20:49 GMT
[x] Search the mind of the apprentice further, there might be useful information. [x] Interact with the other plants in the room. 1-9 complete infodump, 10-50 partial infodump with screaming, 51-75 screaming, 76-100 and you get a passenger. Lying rather comfortably on the stack of papers that didn't decide to abandon ship when you fell from above, you feel no particular need to move any time soon.
Thinking of what could possible be done from this angle you catch sight of the mirror on the door, and of your magnificent self.
Thinking back you remember snippets of memories left over in the mind from its previous inhabitant, those could be useful.
Closing your eyes, you attempt to gain access to the parts of your mind that once wasn't yours.
Indecipherable Muttering. Scattered Winds.
You have never felt wind before, but it is a good analogy for the memories you find, broken and in pieces. Manic Whispering. You get faint memories of a childhood in a rural outlying town close to edge of the Withering Sands, a border town of such, that plays host to the travelers on their way into the desert on basis of being the only town within a days journey to the Sands. There is something out there in the desert, the reason the travelers make the trip out there, and come back, pockets filled with riches, but that memory seems barred to you. Frustrated, you push on. Demented Laugh. Approaching the Magistrate for a job, being accepted, listening to her raving about the foolishness of the other council members sitting at the small city's ruling table. Their refusal to attempt to bring back life to the stretch of land between Urreng, the town, and the Withering Sands, the stretch of land that happens to be the Witheroak estate. Silly Giggling. The council, partly refusing due to their apparent dislike of the Magistrate, partly do to the something.
You attempt to get at the few patches of knowledge the apprentice had of the wider world, but you only get SCREAMING
You open your eyes again, you must have passed out.
Time is á wasting, but you can't help but reaching out to the plants in the hovering pots around you. 1-50 plants don't talk silly, 51-70 plants are green I am green, therefore I am plant, 71-100 As it turns out these vines are huggy. Nothings happens. You feel quite silly for thinking something would happen.
With nothing else to do here, perhaps except for releasing the Gelatinous Cube - but that would be silly, these things devour humanoids like yourself alive - you turn towards the door.
Only now do you realise that the glyphs on the mirror were meant for two-way communication, and that someone is watching you through it.
What do you do? [] Stare. Nothing makes humans talk like uncomfortable silence. [] Ask. We are nice, our creators aren't, by being nice we will get want we want. Their heads. [] Rave. You humans are all alike, and I will make you all suffer. Alike. [] Write-in.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 30, 2014 22:25:12 GMT
[X] Ask. We are nice, our creators aren't, by being nice we will get want we want. Their heads.
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Post by zeuseus on Jul 30, 2014 23:30:39 GMT
[X] Ask. We are nice, our creators aren't, by being nice we will get want we want. Their heads.
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Post by soulpelt on Jul 31, 2014 1:44:04 GMT
[X] Ask. We are nice, our creators aren't, by being nice we will get want we want. Their heads.
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Post by CCoyote on Jul 31, 2014 10:38:27 GMT
[X] Ask. We are nice, our creators aren't, by being nice we will get what we want. Their heads.
For a brief moment, you and mirror person lock eyes. 1-30 It is the Magistrate, 31-50 The other apprentice, 51-70 A spying council member, 71-90 Someone who 'felt' your creation, 91-100 It is Something "A-Alanna?", The person on the other end stumbles in the process of uttering what you believe was the fool's name.
Ah, the other apprentice. They must believe their counterpart is still alive.
Thinking fast, you seek to capitalise on such an opportunity, which is what possesses you say - "Yes, it is me" - Or try to, in any case. During your recent bout of sun eating, you acquired quite the sore throat.
Which is why the sounds that escapes your mouth come out seemingly like that of forge worker, if they kept the furnace going by burning wet wood.
Not to be deterred you try again.
"Where are you?", a little better, old crone with uncovered fireplace.
They stare at you in apprehension.
A visible deep breath. "You aren't Alanna, are you?".
Darn, heck, drat, gosh-done-it, cripes. The other apprentice doesn't seem to believe you, what do you do? [] Come on, you know it is me. Ethos [] Don't leave me alone down here, I am scared. Pathos [] Of course I am Alanna, who else would I be? Logos [] You got me, your friend is dead, and you are next.
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Post by zeuseus on Jul 31, 2014 10:47:21 GMT
[X] Don't leave me alone down here, I am scared.
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Post by Tempest on Jul 31, 2014 10:56:17 GMT
[X] Don't leave me alone down here, I am scared.
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Post by soulpelt on Jul 31, 2014 14:08:30 GMT
[X] Don't leave me alone down here, I am scared.
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Post by CCoyote on Jul 31, 2014 15:49:44 GMT
[X] Pathos Appeal
The apprentice isn't buying what you are selling, time to up the ante.
"Don't leave me alone down here, I am scared." You croak, trying to look pitiful by hunching your shoulders and widening your eyes at her.
They hesitate for what feels like moments, while you try valiantly to keep up the act.
"No, I don't think so." She firms her shoulders and crunches her lips into a straight line. "Alana would never admit to being scared."
Damnation!
As the mirror reverts back to your reflection you punch door frame in frustration.
You are not quite as surprised as you thought you should be when wooden splinters forcibly separate themselves from the former door.
Huh. At least the door problem is solved now.
You stroll idly up the stone stairs, recognising a half score of doors on your way. After trying the first five and finding them locked, you pay them no mind.
Arriving at the top, or what you assume to be the first level even with the ground you, stop at thick door made of wood. This door will lead into the main hall, you learn from the fragmented memory. But there might be a welcome party on the other side, how do you continue?
[] Entrances are key. And you are going to stroll through that door like you own the damn place. [] Softly open the door and sneak a peak around, you might get advanced warning of any welcome party. [] Attempt to break open the second door from the top, there might be a back exit somewhere.
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