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JimmySwill · Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:22 pm Post subject: Descent into Depths IV: No Hope

EPISODE IV
Descent into Depths: No Hope
It is a dark time for the adventurers
DiD3 got really confusing and died
But Moth has taken the reigns
And a new band has formed
And Greg Vrill's lowest stat
is Presence once again...
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Gregory Vrill · YOGC Staff Joined: 06 Jun 2008 Posts: 1021

Whatever. Hurry up and make your gnome baker or fluffer or something. I got SPELLS to GET.
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Nitch · Strategoi Joined: 31 Aug 2010 Posts: 91

What up, Vrill?

Gregory Vrill · YOGC Staff Joined: 06 Jun 2008 Posts: 1021

I take an apple out of Nitch's backpack and eat it.

"Hey Mitch, this would be sort of funny, if this were like all the new campaign was. Reminds me of this airport I was once at, maybe a Beckett play or something."

Crunch crunch.

"Huh."

"How'd you smuggle a backpack into limbo anyway, Mitch?"
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Nitch · Strategoi Joined: 31 Aug 2010 Posts: 91

"Hey, that was my lun...

That is an interesting idea, Raistlin. However, maybe this is less like a Beckett play or a soul-crushing module, and more like one of those indie diceless story-telling RPGs. Maybe my backpack represents a manifestation of my Chancel and it is full of Miracle Points and stuff.

Yeah, I spend some Miracle Points to make that apple a greasy deviled egg with too muck paprika. As a result, I do believe that the realm vibrates in a harmonious manner.

But, to be honest Raistlin, I'd much rather fight an orc and take his treasure."

Gregory Vrill · YOGC Staff Joined: 06 Jun 2008 Posts: 1021

"Maybe this is like some zen adventure or something, and Moth is trying to teach us a lesson about the futility of action."

Crunch crunch.

"Guess your Miracle points stuff didn't work out so well, buddy. This is Wayfarers, read the rules."
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JimmySwill · Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 7:54 am Post subject:

Excellent. I am off to Norway for a week. I will try to keep Nitch in the loop, but it might be sporadic. See you at the fjord, Vrill.
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Moth

Vrill-

You awaken to the sound of cracking ice. Your vision is still blurry, but you can tell you aren't alone. The room you are in is very cold. The lighting is soft, and all around there are human figures, standing still.

Your eyes finally focus. Your frozen body has apparently been made part of a tableau of frozen bodies. All around you are people posed in fancy clothes. They are all dead and have little icicles hanging off of them in various places. Hovering near the ceiling in each corner is a glowglobe- very expensive inventions of the Opticians Guild.

The scene you are in depicts two well dressed young men, swords and daggers in hand, about to engage in mortal combat. Around them, friends and family members are gathered, eagerly awaiting the outcome. Foremost is a young lady, weeping and holding a handkerchief. Whoever did the detailing on her tears did a pretty good job. Next to her is an imposing man in a frock coat, looking on impassively. He's probably her father. You're standing pretty close to them, maybe you're supposed to be her scheming uncle or something?

The chamber is roughly square, with the southwest corner being convex. There is a door on the rounded section of wall.

Your move, messr. Vrill.

Gregory Vrill · YOGC Staff Joined: 06 Jun 2008 Posts: 1021

Uh... I blink.

I blink FURIOUSLY.

Can I blink?

(Physical Resistance Check! Mm. 3.)

I try to feel like, uh, myself I guess.

Anyone else look like they're moving, or suddenly conscious?

Hey, I focus mine eyes on that glowglobe. I'm Greg Vrill, damn it. I will that thing to float on over and melt me.

(Mental Resistance Check! WTF this thing is broken 6.)
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Moth · Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 10:03 pm Post subject:

You can move just fine. The ice on you has shattered. You feel a faint, sickly warmth inside.

The glowglobe doesn't respond.

Your arm aches a bit. Rolling up your sleeve, you find some needle marks on your right arm.

Gregory Vrill · YOGC Staff Joined: 06 Jun 2008 Posts: 1021

Well thank god.

How high is the ceiling? If I can reach the glowglobe, I'm taking the little bastard. If I have to, uh, clilmb up one of the 'statues' to get it, so be it. If it's some jinky floating thing, I'll take a shirt outta my pack and net the thing with it if I can.

...

Wish I had that Sense Magic about now. Damn, well, Magic Acuity check? On the people and their stuff. Here's my roll: 14 + 2 = 16! Not bad. Can I grab a sword or the handkerchief?

World Knowledge on 'em. Dress, famous faces, time period, ethnicity, all that jazz. Check is 4 + 2 = 6. Huh.

These frozen people got needle marks too? I'm guessing, no needles in this place, like discarded or the floor or such?

...

(Sickly warmth? Uh, I change my pants. Never you mind, frozen peoples.)

...

Then, sure, I go for it. Open the door, crossbow out. I do like a sneaky peek thing first.
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Moth · Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 12:15 am Post subject: Lootin'

Ceiling's not that high. You grab the glowglobe. It is about the size of a basket ball. And it glows.

Magic Acuity registers nothing. Except for the glowglobe, that's totally magical, but you already knew that.

You can get the handkerchief easily- a thing layer of rime gives way and it's yours.

The sword is going to be another matter altogether- give me a Strength check for that.

Nice History Roll. They all look like rich nobles from Myrinae. You don't know anything more specific than that.

No discarded needles, and no, none of these other people have marks on their arms.

You draw your crossbow and peep outside quickly. There is a circular chamber outside, with a fountain in the middle. The fountain has a huge glowglobe on top. There is a man sitting on the edge of the fountain. He's wearing a slim fitting, violet colored pinstripe suit. He's waring skintight leather gloves, and he's reading a book. You notice that his eyes are made of silver- Optician's Guild work. There are a lot of legends about these eyes- that they can see through walls, that they can record anything one sees, shoot lasers, and stranger stories. You have no idea what they really do.

He doesn't seem to notice you.

Moth · Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 12:26 am Post subject:

Dutch

You awaken to the sound of cracking ice. Your vision comes into focus. You are in a tableau of frozen dead bodies, covered in ice. It appears to be a trial scene. What's more, you are the judge! You are holding your maul up like a gavel, about to bring it down and seal the condemned man's fate.

You feel faint, sickly warmth inside, coursing through your veins. You have needle marks on your right arm.

There are a lot of people here. There's an audience, a jury, a bailiff, a prosecutor, a defense attorney, and a defendant. The defense attorney appears to be a gnome.

The room is lit by glowglobes. There is a door in the southeastern corner.

Gregory Vrill · YOGC Staff Joined: 06 Jun 2008 Posts: 1021

Feat of Strength for the sword... okay. 17 - 2, 15! Not so bad. I try to rip it from Frosty's grasp.

I tuck the handkerchief away. Actually, I put it in my pocket, tuck it down in there, yeah.

...

I, uh, scan for exits. The door from the ice room opens right into this fountain room? Silver eyes. Shooting lasers, huh?

Well ol' Greg here has seen it all. I've seen fire and I've seen rain.

I clear my throat.

"Uh, huh. Hello there? Hi, I'm Gregory Vrill, former archmage. You wouldn't happen to know where I am?"

"Is there like a map somewhere here? Maybe like, one of those things in the mall that says helpfully 'You Are Here' and the Cinnabon is over there, etc."
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Salmonid · Demiurge Joined: 03 Sep 2010 Posts: 114

"Ach, Ah mest be strai't troattered," says Dutch, rubbing at his eyes. He'd awoken in many a strange place before, head pounding, memories blurred, so he does not find these circumstances to be at all disturbing.

Dutch climbs down from the judge's seat and examines the gathered people more closely.

Are any of them recognizable, or doing or holding anything of interest?

Parched, he removes an icicle from a man's face and eats it, before proceeding around the room to test the soundness of various limbs with a series of sharp tugs.

His circuitous journey eventually ends in front of the most wee of them all.

Is the gnome posing? Does he have any possessions?