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[Eric Blank]

"There is magma where there wasn't supposed to be magma yet. If you can dam the flow, we can wait for it to cool and then dig it out and prepare the bridges."

[Corai]

-I am at school, felt like writing this cause I have free time, gonna get Corai back into the Bay 12 world.-


Corai walked out of the park area, and he was looking everywhere. Shinies, everywhere. People inside them, people holding them, it was a kobold's heaven. But the humans, they were EVERYWHERE. Everywhere, not a single elf, dwarf, or goblin to be seen. And little children kpt hugging and playing with his ears. He wanted to know what "rabies" where when he got home. He got tired of wandering and and decided to see what was inside these...simply huge buildings.

"Shiny, shiny, SHINYYYYYYYY" flew out of his mouth. A human at a desk turned around, a teenager from the looks of it. "What are you doing, existing?" he said. "What?" Corai said, confused.

"Your not real..." The human said, grabbing a pocket knife.

"Oh armok..." Corai said, pulling his dagger, then he got distracted by the machine the human was at, he could make out the words "Bay 12." and a drawing of a kobold in a sutit in the top left corner.

"The heck..." he said, the human throwin gthe pocketknife, making Corai scream in pain, that was a big knife to a kobold.



-Guess who the human is. *Pointing at me*-

[Splint]

[Ha. Nice.]

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

-I am at school, felt like writing this cause I have free time, gonna get Corai back into the Bay 12 world.-


Corai walked out of the park area, and he was looking everywhere. Shinies, everywhere. People inside them, people holding them, it was a kobold's heaven. But the humans, they were EVERYWHERE. Everywhere, not a single elf, dwarf, or goblin to be seen. And little children kpt hugging and playing with his ears. He wanted to know what "rabies" where when he got home. He got tired of wandering and and decided to see what was inside these...simply huge buildings.

"Shiny, shiny, SHINYYYYYYYY" flew out of his mouth. A human at a desk turned around, a teenager from the looks of it. "What are you doing, existing?" he said. "What?" Corai said, confused.

"Your not real..." The human said, grabbing a pocket knife.

"Oh armok..." Corai said, pulling his dagger, then he got distracted by the machine the human was at, he could make out the words "Bay 12." and a drawing of a kobold in a sutit in the top left corner.

"The heck..." he said, the human throwin gthe pocketknife, making Corai scream in pain, that was a big knife to a kobold.



-Guess who the human is. *Pointing at me*-

Has the world aged a few years as well?  What you just did was an idea that I had.

The links would be in places that break the line of sight. So, sailing down a very particular stretch of ocean until the land was no longer visible could be one place there was a bridge, as could walking around a bend in the heart of a thick forest and finding yourself at the edge of another forest. A tunnel would be particularly good, but most would probably wind up in woods. Narrow mountain passes could work, too.

Breaking the line of sight with the rest of the world makes it easier to imagine the transition, and sometimes harder to realize you've made it, as well as avoiding a head-explodey alien geometries thing just from looking across the path from one world to the next.

I was thinging that the jumps would be rips in space-time, with a lining of black or something that would allow you to travel through, and being able to veiw the exit, but that works.

[WillowLuman]

Wait, how are you existing in the real world at the same time? We've all been transported into the game somehow; if any time has passed back home, I'd imagine we're a bunch of seemingly unconnected and mysterious missing persons cases at our local police stations. Is the kobold you, or just a kobold character you've been playing the whole time?
HugoLuman braced himself before diving into the magma that slowly slopped up the passage. Dragons were supposed to be nigh-unburnable, but he still had apprehensions about jumping into molten rock. When he touched it, though, it felt unbelievably hot, easily the hottest temperature he'd ever known, yet not painful at all. The magma was very dense, though, so he had to work through it with his forelegs to get under the surface. As his head went under he held his breath. He sure hoped he had a very large lung capacity. This stuff was thick.

Beneath the surface, the magma was much more fluid, though still a lot denser than water. HugoLuman found that he was very strong, though, and could pull himself through it without too much difficulty. It was about 8 feet deep, filling the passage to the ceiling. The space was somewhat small, though not too small, meaning it would be hard to turn around comfortably. All he could see was a white-hot glow in front of his eyes, which he found had a transparent membrane, like the 2nd eyelids of a snake, which closed and protected the eyes from the viscous fluid. Relying on touch, he eventually found a large, loose rock on the floor.

Now how do I move this without hands? he thought.

[Eric Blank]

[shove it with yuor snout or play soccer, of course. And the passage is actually open to the air overhead (the ventilation/decompression shaft to release dissolved or explosive gasses.), excluding about 9 meters of 9-meter-wide (so 9m² near the pump stack. An identical passage existed at the end with the breach, but that was blown apart, with the debri now strewn across the channel.

Also I like how you describe the lava flow as less viscous on the interior. That is completely accurate for a rhyolite/andesite flow, where the exterior is cooler and forms a rind of obsidian while the interior flows slightly faster. Have you ever taken a geology class?

Now that I think about it, rhyolitic/andesitic lava would be nigh-impossible to pump without some ungodly amount of pressure, which dwarves could probably supply through shear dwarfiness. Basaltic flows like in Hawaii are what most people think of and are relatively thin and hot, usually with little dissolved gasses and so usually don't explode violently.]

[WillowLuman]

Plan on taking Geology in the General Ed. soon, but haven't yet. I just thought that the exposed part of the mass would cool and become harder, while the inside, being insulated by the outside, would remain hotter. I have taken chemistry, and that gives one an appreciation for the importance of the surface area in any reaction.

Also, I once got a video-mail with a friend who was poking a big glob of lava. It looks kinda like wood-glue in the way the outer rind forms.
HugoLuman pushed the rock across the floor with his face, scoring the floor with his claws. After a few yards, he found that the ceiling had only dipped behind him, leaving the rest of the passage with air at the top. He surfaced and took in another breath, though the air was probably filled with carbon dioxide and sulfur. He hoped that dragons had a way to filter volcanic gasses, though there was no time to worry about it now. After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, he finally reached the point in the wall where he could feel a breach. Using his shoulder, he began to push the rock up the wall towards the hole. This was very difficult.

After more minutes of struggling, the rock finally was level with the hole, though it wouldn't quite fit. HugoLuman braced his hind legs against the floor. With a good leverage found, he pushed hard, and the rock jammed into the breach. Hope that hasn't compromised the wall any further.

Several more minutes later, Eric saw a dragon's face push out of the magma. It coughed a few times then inhaled. "I think I got it. Also, I think I need new pants. Preferably magma-safe ones."

[wierd]

Things were slow, but progressing.  After winning a debate about the nature of reality with the metalsmith by exposing a buffer overflow condition concerning the happiness of another fortress member in the foundry by smashing the foot of a miserable dwarf, punching him in the face, and forcefeeding him water until the cumulative subtractions caused him to suddenly, and inexplicably become euphorically ecstatic, he managed to pressure his debate partner into turning one of the 5 super rare and precious bars of platinum they had in the whole fortress into a several sections of fine platinum mesh.  You simply couldn't make nitric acid in suitable yeilds without it.

You would be surprised how hard it was to get basic feedstocks for proper chemical synthesis in a place like this. Asking for salt met with blank expressions. "We ain't found anah rocksalt deposits, an the stone ain't right fer it!" One miner had argued. Mentioning that the ocean was made of salt water met with further protests that the salt was in the water, and couldn't be extracted. Clearly none of them had ever tried boiling it.

Finally resorting to paying jerry to carry buckets using a pole over his shoulders (due to his lack of hands) and to please bring them back full of sea water to the guffawing of recent fortress migrants, and making a few more bets concerning the recovery of said salt for other valuable items he would need, he returned to his room to get things cooking. Literally.

He had just managed to get things set up, the alcohol burner lit, and the green glass alembic and retort going turning a sample of river spirits into refined distilled alcohol for aspirin isolation when hugo's head poked into the room through the door, suspended by a long, scaly neck.

He had suffered enough with dragons to last a lifetime, and while he liked hugo, it was still not something he would ever get used to. Being startled by dragons, that is.  He nearly dropped the retort from it.

Hugo meant well. He was just trying to find something useful to do, but his being 50 times bigger than a dwarf, barely fitting in the hallways, and accidentally breaking and setting things on fire since his transformation hadn't earned him very many brownie points.  Then eric turned up.

Weird bit back his saved up tounge lashing; Roead hadn't gotten any leads on whatever power of enthrallment eric had been using larely, and spilling the beans too early could prove disasterous.

Thankfully, two birds were killed with one stone. Apparently urist mcminer had self-immolated in the recent magma plumbing after digging ahead of schedule, and the two wandered off to investigate, leaving him alone to work. He wondered to himself if he had just gotten so jaded that nothing really bothered him anymore, or if part of his humanity really was missing. Hearing that somebody had burned to death horribly would normally have illicited more of an emotional response... he would have to make a note of it.

The smell of delicious alcohol vapor filled the room as the retort trickled out a fine thread of distilled liquor into the collection dish.

At least some things still felt right. Science always felt good.

Setting up for dessication.. if jerry ever showed back up with that sea water.. he prepped the rest of his makeshift workbench in anticipation of a long night of glorious and relaxing chemistry.

[WillowLuman]

Jerry jogged back happily into the fortress. He liked to get out in the fresh air and exercise, but he also liked the homey-secure feeling of the tunnels. On the way to the beach, he had seen a strange thing in the woods. It looked like a human female, near a large scorch mark on the ground. She might have been dead, probably was, and was wearing black clothing with a cloth sash embedded with many throwing weapons. It didn't matter though. He had come out to get sea water for the nice dwarf, not gawk at strange sights.

[Eric Blank]

Thankfully, two birds were killed with one stone. Apparently urist mcminer had self-immolated in the recent magma plumbing after digging ahead of schedule, and the two wandered off to investigate, leaving him alone to work.

[What? Didn't hear the explosion? I didn't grab Hugo, we both ran out after the massive bang was heard.]

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Eric, finally seeing Hugo's head raise from the lava like some horrible forgotten beast, was relieved. "Holy Armok" he exclaimed "I was afraid you were dead or we'd have to dig you out once the lava cooled! Did you even manage to find anything?" He wasn't about to help him clean the lava off, though. That would at least replace the pants he'd burned off, and besides; he didn't want to suffer another trip to the hospital for lack of living tissue on his hands. "You can clean yourself off later, in some empty stone room or something. Just use your dragonfire and it should melt and sloff off just fine. Don't touch anything and don't walk on the lawn until you've cooled off, but keep your limbs moving or you might stiffen up."

Hugo wasn't in any real danger, so they returned to the surface, Hugo having to stay on the sand floor near the top of the stairway, which he conveniently converted into glass at his touch. Wasn't much to see, anyway. Just a tower of ash collapsing on itself and setting the flora on fire within a hundred yards of the vent shaft. That miner had most certainly fucked this up.

[WillowLuman]

The flecks of magma crumbled off of his fireproof scales as HugoLuman moved. Thank goodness. There was entirely too much surface area on this body to clean conveniently.

Though he was unharmed by the heat, he was still superheated from being immersed in lava. "Eric, you think you can send someone down here with a few buckets of water? I don't want to burn down the fort, and I don't know how long it will take to just cool off."

[wierd]

[This is the 12th bay. Explosions are common. ]

The sea coast was over a mile away from the fortress, nearly as far away as the microcline tower was. Weird wondered if jerry was catching up with his fellow alterees when there was a boot kicking at the door.

He was halfway through grinding up the samples of willow bark he pulled off the logs in the wood stockpile to the delight of the carpenters (removing the bark was one less thing they would have to do when dressng the logs for timber) on the makeshift slate porphyry he had snatched from the stonemason's shop.  Putting it down, he answered the door.  Jerry, having axes for hands, avoided knocking on doors with them after an unfortunate incident where he split the door in half, and scared the armok out of an animal caretaker and her 2 children. "Here's Jerry!" Indeed. He had taken to knocking by tapping his right boot against doors instead, to much greater effect.

Setting his work aside, joykill eagerly let him in, and relieved him of his burden. While getting the salt from the seawater meant repeated dessication and calcinations to get suitably clean salt to make hydochloride from, at least it was something to work with, and he was grateful for not having to lug those himself with his broken ribs. He slipped a section of platinum mesh into retty's pocket in payment; the weight was approximate to a platinum coin, and that had a lot of buying power. Considering that the fortress hadn't minted any coins, it would get him quite a nice favor in trade.

Thanking the elf, shaking his handle (the axe blade was too dangerous to grab hold of), and showing him out the door, he set back to work. 

[WillowLuman]

Roead felt the earth shake, and the tunnel which passed by his tomb suddenly collapsed. He cursed, having been headed that way to get some peace and quiet to think. "What did those sods do now? I'll have to get one of them bloody hairy blighters to come down here with a pick and clear this up. Honestly, kids these days! Can't trust anyone under 1,200 not to bugger it, or however long I've been around. Bloody piss-poor kingdom. Not historic enough for anyone to know what year I was burried..."

He grumbled on, upwards back to the main inhabited parts. If this was that Eric's fault, he'd box his ears, he would. Then curse him for good measure. Not that it was a very good curse, anyway. 'Eternally prone to stub your toe.' Bloody unimaginative piss-poor kingdom...

[Eric Blank]

[This is the 12th bay. Explosions are common. ]

[That's an excellent point...]

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"I'll try, but you'd make a furnace for a steam engine at the moment. Try jumping in a pond. If you want to help in the mean time, use your firebreath, or just your radiant heat, and run a lap around that blaze, see if you can start making a fire break. Slash and burn, uproot the grass. I'll muster the miners and have a ditch dug as well."

The wind was blowing away from the fortress as was planned, but the fire must be contained as best possible, and the fortress itself certainly needed a fire break to avoid losing anything, or any dwarves. There were a few stray bombs launched from the explosion that were starting smaller spot fires where they landed. Most had bounced around the interior of the shaft, though, and the explosion wasn't exactly a devastating eruption.

[Corai]

-I dont know Hugo,  I am just trying to get my character back to the Bay 12 world after they misunderstanding, which was epic. PARADOXES ARE GOING TO BE EVERYWHERE.-

-Edit, perhaps we only were warped in a sense, we still exist. I.E I am still there, I am typing that Corai is attacking me in the RP, thus he is. Were actually in the RP, we arent real. Were just tools of ourselves.


...What did I just type? WHAT. DID. I. JUST. TYPE?-