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[Skyrunner]

Jan opens doors B1-8. Doors B6,7 and 8 are locked. B1 seems to lead to the outside world, a miniature airlock more suited to the movement of personnel than the imposing main entrance, the auxiliary door Jurith had spoke of. Doors B2,3, and 4 lead to more dorms. Door B5 reveals another shower & bath facility.

Jurith bumps into Jan while looking at doors 1-5. Feeling a need to inspect the beds, Jurith enters one of the dormitories. Each bed has a simple mattress of feather and straw, covered with soft cloth. The pillows are longish pouches filled with some matter of seed, making them soft yet firm without feather fillings. They also are more heavier and solid. There are two neatly folded cloth for blankets on each bunk, one thick and one thin. Each 'door' of dormitory seems to be able to house at least one hundred people in beds, and more on the floor if they share.

Albri swings with the hatchet and [14] with a little difficulty chops down the puny wood. Behind what used to be door B9 is a small room that is connected to B10. There are dials and levers on a raised console. On second look, the room is not small - it is merely occupied by a big round object. It looks like a rounded cylinder, and probably is a water tank. This guess is supported by the letters WATER TANK 1 stenciled into the strange material the tank is made of. It isn't wood nor metal, and is smooth to the touch. The nation who built this vault had devoted some of the most secretive and exclusive magic and alchemy, it seems.

The dial's tiny red needle points at '0'. One of the levers is marked MAIN VALVE, the other PUMP, and the final one OPEN WELL DOOR.

Olson snaps out of it as ... (see Sil)

Sil pulls the Main Power Flow lever!

With a deep hum from somewhere behind the wall, nothing happens for a while. Then, with a distinctive clunk sound, the red lights that were lining the walls shut off and a brighter, white light turns on in the control room. The new lights are in the ceiling and are likewise strip-shaped.

All around Vault E with clunking noises the red lights are replaced by the white lights.

The chandelier in the main room at the end of the main hall click on with a warm yellow light. The main room is lighted like there were torches somehow evenly illuminating the whole place.

The dorms also have yellow lights.

Main hall

(Hall A)

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(Hall C)

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[IronyOwl]

Sil smiled. Much better.

Now, to get those farms going...


Examine Farm and Pasture. If still unlit, go throw respective levers.

Spoiler: Sil, Demonic Helper (IronyOwl) (click to show/hide)

Name: Sil
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender: Female
Physical description: Female red-skinned humanoid with a slightly feral appearance, almost like an oversized goblin or imp disguised as a human. Around 5' tall, but often hunches or crouches down to less. Has pointed ears roughly a foot long, spiraling horns about the same, black hair, pointy teeth and claws, arms a bit longer than normal, legs that turn digitigrade at the bottom, obviously clawed feet, a fairly long tail with a small barb on it, small leathery wings, a foot and a half long mostly prehensile tongue, and eyes that appear largely silvery, but shimmering with a constantly changing assortment of other random colors. Her face and general body structure is essentially human otherwise, save that her mouth can split wider than normal.
Biography: Sil was originally summoned to be a grand wizard's familiar, back when she was an imp. He doted on his new pet, which greatly aided her increases in power and size. When the catastrophe struck, her master's tower was sundered and he was pulled into some manner of rift, forcing her to flee.

She's secretly very sad about her master, and hopes she can someday find him again, though she knows the odds of finding him alive and in a recognizable state aren't good. Otherwise, however, she views the apocalypse as a superb opportunity, and doesn't intend to miss her chance to capitalize on it.

~stats~
Physical 3
Mental 4
Charisma 6
Dexterity 7
Agility 5

~skills~
Combat 3*
Arcane 2*
Crafting 3*
Social 2*
Mental 0*

~starting inventory~
Alchemy Kit
Blacksmith's Tools
Assorted bronze hoops (for balancing, jumping through, spinning, etc)
Quill, Inkwell, Writing Tablet, Parchment
Writing Slate & Chalk
The Scrolls of Servitude, a thick, leatherbound tome detailing various minions of possible interest to (generally powerful and reckless) mages, ranging from constructs and summons to mutations and grafts.
Hinges and You, a thick, sturdy tome detailing more complex blacksmith's arts, such as the creation of hinges, locks, hidden compartments, mechanical triggers, and so on.
Wulfram's Guide to Alchemical Wonders, a fairly large guide to alchemical reagents, mostly among plants and harmless, easy to catch insects and fish.

[Ochita]

Lets try to open Door A-8, preferably by just destroying the lock.

Spoiler: Jan (Ochita) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Ochita is 26 years old, and has unkept brown hair, with dark brown eyes. He has a moderate build, showing that while he did do physical work, time has rounded him out slightly.   
Biography: Ochita was a general trader before the whole collapse started, which left him with a couple of skills here and there. After the Incident, he settled down somewhat, having a semi permanent store. When the collapse actually started, he ran to the closest shelter, discovering that with magic returning, he was able to somewhat control it, using it to heal minor wounds.

~stats~
Physical: 4
Mental: 7
Charisma: 7
Dexterity: 3
Agility:4

~skills~
Social: 4 *
Arcane: 2 *
Combat: 2 *
General: 1 *

~starting inventory~
Iron rapier
Leather overcoat
Merchant's cap
Money pouch (Filled with a small amount of money.)
Various seasonings/non-perishables. Inside an iron pot

[micelus]

Albri, while very curious about the levers, decided to alert everyone else first before pulling one of them. He went to each of the hallways and shouted that he was pulling the water levers.

Alert everyone to my actions, then pull the 'Main Valve' lever followed by the 'Open Well Door' lever, after a minute interval.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Power: 30/30 base
Mana:
Gender: Male
Physical description: 5'5 in height and considered 'light' by his family. He has short black hair and an olive complexion. His eyes are brown. The emblem of his family ( a raven with two skulls for pauldrons and a bone in its legs) is tatooed on his neck.

Biography: The House of Welben is an old house, but not extremely rich and certainly not prestigious. For generations the house was in charge of all the graveyards in the kingdom of Volenand, organising all burials, funerals, rites, embalming, burnings, and what ever it is the dead need. It would be no surprise that the house had long tampered with necromancy, and even less surprise that the house raised up the dead as servants. Even so, power ever eluded them as they could not simply discover how to keep the corpses functional after a few years.

Albri himself was the 8th son of Count Fedrek Welben. As the 8th son, he never stood much chance for an important position or being heir. Luckily for Albri, he had no interest for that. It was expected of him to simply become a necromancer. For most of his childhood, he did spend his time studying the body, and how it worked and how to keep it moving unnaturally. Course, this then made him wonder how such things lived in life, which led to studying biology. To finish off his education, he also studied history and alchemy...although he forgot a few certain details here and there.

And so at the age of 14, he was considered of age, which for the Welben bloodline meant being a necromancer, which included a initation rite. The rite itself is rather...hush hush but suffice to say, Ablri was given recognition as a necromancer. As the 8th son, he was not given much responsiblity, beyond keeping the commoner graves and making sure that no unlicensed raising was happening. Then 6 years later, he received a letter. A letter to the capitol, requesting his admittance to the Royal University! Of course that was never to be. The Incident happened...and you all know what happened next.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 2
Mental: 7
Charisma: 5
Dexterity: 6
Agility: 5

~skills~ 27 points
Combat -2
Arcane4*
Social 3
Crafting 3*
Mental4*

~inventory~
Doctor Alber's Portable Box of Delightful Tools (Embalming kit)
Linen Tunic and Pants
Leather Gloves
Linen Tuque
Leather Shoes
Satchel
Sheets of parchment
Quill
Ink well (empty)
John Alber's Guide to the Human Anatomy
Languages of The Nations Vol I
The Histories of the Continent by The Serri Company
Prayer Beads
Mortar & Pestle
Food Rations
Waterskin (filled)
Handaxe
Saw
Fishing Rod
String
Hooks

[Caellath]

((Well door? I think that may be dangerous.))

Landren walks around with no particular purpose nor direction and decides to follow and watch anyone still opening doors, but from afar.

Spoiler: Landren Caelumcursor (click to show/hide)

Name: Landren Caelumcursor
Health: 30/30
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall and lean, with a fair face and olive eyes. His long hair is brown with a few lighter-colored strands running through its length. He is clad in pristinely brushed and tended silver armor with white lining and parts and his underclothing is mostly white and dark blue. His full, face-hiding slitted helmet has curved horns as those of a goat.
~stats~
Physical - 6
Mental - 6
Charisma - 0
Dexterity - 6
Agility - 7
~skills~
Combat - 3 * (14 points)
Arcane - 1 * (7 points)
Crafting - 1 * (6 points)
~inventory~
-Thunderbolt Steel Halberd - with steel protection running through the handle - (slung on back)
-Steel Kite Shield - (slung on back)
-Steel Medium Plate Armor - horned helmet, chestpiece, leggings, gauntlets, greaves, chainmail etc.
-Billowy white cloak and cape
-Prayer beads
-Hawk's feather quill, Ink and parchments
-Bag of supplies - contains dried fruits and salted food
-Firestarter kit
-Waterskin - filled as of now
-Whetstone
-Small Thunderbolt Steel Bars
-Blacksmithing Kit
-Cooking set
-Leather pouches - with the coats of arms of several families sewn upon them
~acquired~
-Plain dagger
-King's Iron ingot
-Three common iron ingots
-Two copper ingots
-Tools
-Fishing implements
-Two small bundles of dried-up leaves
-Four pepper corn vials
-Red powder bottle
Biography: Landren was an apprentice of both chivalry, magic and smithing (although with methods regarded as strange), intent on creating both armor and weapons he could use. He was very focused on his objectives and had already achieved a reasonable level of ability - becoming more renowned for his cooking than actual fighting prowess - when the disaster struck and he had to escape from the confines of the castle he lived and move to the Vault with a comitive of fellow knights and people from the place.

None but him made it to the Vault, some dying and others straying from the group while immerse in either madness or pain. Before passing away, the Lord of the castle granted him the title of a full-fledged knight and gave him the right to take a protegee or squire under his wing, a negligible honor for someone who quickly found himself alone.

During his crucible, he abandoned his crafting skills almost entirely in favor of developing the magic side of construction directly, creating strange and never seen effects and making him stray further from humanity. Since then, it may be difficult to assess the effects of the events he has been through on his psyche. Recently he found a roaming group heading to the same Vault he was and joined them, keeping his purposes a mystery.

[Tiruin]

"A hundred or more people in every dormitory room. This place could be used as a sustainable hidden city if people acted correctly within.

I wonder why these places are so...lacking? There could be guards here, the presence of farms prove it." Jurith said, his voice echoing down the hall.

Head to the farms and inspect the soil.

Write all findings down on 1 wad of paper. (Do not need to roll or anything for this, I'll just make a link to one of the posts for posterity reasons.  )

Spoiler: Jurith Creyn (click to show/hide)

Health: 25/30
Power: 18/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Jurith stands at the height of 5'8". With a gaunt appearance and a hardened countenance, it is hard to believe that this is but a man of twenty two with a lean and average stature. His eyes are a deep shade of brown and his black hair is shortly cropped. He has a small, rough beard of the same colour.

He has a rough scar on his right cheek, crossing the eye.

Biography: A son of a knight and nursemaid, Jurith was born and raised in the higher echelons of society; his family was a powerless one, but one that held great prestige in the eyes of his neighbors and fellowmen. In his youth, he tended to the fields of his father, while learning his skills from his mother. In puberty, he was known to be a reckless explorer and a revered fighter, having participated as an auxiliary soldier in the skirmishes of his land. In his coming of age, he was selected to join in with his father in his sojourns across the land.

Chivalry, as taught by his father, was what he was apt to follow. Forwarding the common goals, he discovered that despite the popular belief, working as a squire and watching a knight in combat and in peace was very different to the honor-bound society that he grew up in. There were no rules in battle, and yet most enemies he faced fought as if bound by such, one law that he learned with great impunity.

In a recent skirmish, he spared a bandit who pleaded for his life under parley and when his back was turned, the man struck back at him with whatever weapon was in reach - a metal shard, at the time. His reflexes saved him, earning only a gash to the face, but he was successful in subduing the oath-breaker. It was only after this battle that he and his father attempted to join in on the crusade on their kingdom's vault, against the behest of whatever lord managed to gain control over the land, aware now of the lack of peace in the realm. The bandit was set free due to this knowledge.

Jurith was sent in part of the vanguard force, while his father stayed behind to aid the rest.

~stats~
Physical 8
Mental 3
Charisma 2
Dexterity 6
Agility 6

~skills~
Combat *
Social *
Crafting *

Arcane *

~starting inventory~
Grey's Anatomy: Descriptive and Surgical
Steel Arming Sword
Hunting Knife
Gilded Helm
Hemp Fiber Pants and Shirt
Leather Boots
Leather Gloves
Grey Tunic
White Surcoat
Field Platemail
Satchel
Salted Rations
Waterskin {Filled}
Whet Stone
2 Rolls of Cloth
10 Wads of Paper
1 Shard of Graphite
1 Quill
2 Vials of Ink

"Has anyone found a stairwell or a passageway downwards or upwards from this level?" he said, using the echoes to talk to the rest.

[Spinal_Taper]

"Huh. Better make sure we actually have food."

Aaron heads with Jurith to the farm, but he searches for any seeds or food within the room.

[Frajic]

"Haha, light!" Olson yelped. Hearing Jurith's call, he hollers back. "There's a stairwell right over there! Want me to take a look below?"

Walk over to the stairwell.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Olson Johan
Health: 30/30 base
20/20 power
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall, frail and cooky old man. Has a beard glued on, and dressed in a ridiculous red, pointed hat and a roughed-up bath robe.
Biography: Was kicked out of the Mage's Guild at age 67 for abusing alchemical compounds. His sorry state of a brain couldn't handle the fact he was no longer recognized as an official mage, and he did everything he could to reclaim his title. In his mind, that meant looking as much as a mage as possible. Since the Guild had been his home, he had to do with what he could get his hands on.

~stats~
Physical 3
Mental 10
Charisma 4
Dexterity 4
Agility 4

~skills~
Arcane 9*

~starting inventory~
White bath robe
Red, pointed hat
Beard
A loaf of bread

[Skyrunner]

Sil peeks into the farm and pasture. They all have their primary white lights on, but she notices a bank of more levers on the walls of each room. She cautiously raises one of them. With a louder humming and a pause, bright light bursts into existence. She covers her eyes, and quickly lowers the toggle again. The lights click out.

Jan goes the brute force method! [18 - 1 - 1] He slams the door and takes 1 damage but successfully breaks the lock. His bruised shoulder hurts. The room is akin to the switch-filled room Sil has revealed.

Albri pulls Main Valve. Nothing noticeable happens. Albri then pulls the Open Well Door. With a shudder the far wall slides open. Over the threshold is a characteristic shape that indicates a well, a circular wall-like thing of stone and a bucket on a string. There also is a pipe made of the same material as the tank leading into the well.

Landren watches and sees all.

Jurith heads to the farms. [6-2-1] He doesn't know a thing about the soil and its goodness or lack thereof. It seems to be moist, though. A clunk from behind tells him a lever was thrown just before bright light shines down just like the sun outside. It quickly goes away. Jurith's sight is destroyed and he sits there for a moment until his eyes become accustomed to the indoor lighting.

Aaron searches for seeds or food. In the pasture room there are grass seeds, bag upon bag of them. None in the farming room.

Olson heads downstairs and watches Sil and Jurith do stuff.

Main hall

(Hall A)

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(Hall B)

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[micelus]

Albri pulls the pump lever for 10 seconds, then puts it back to its previous position. He will then go to the well, lower the bucket, and try to retrieve some water.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Power: 30/30 base
Mana:
Gender: Male
Physical description: 5'5 in height and considered 'light' by his family. He has short black hair and an olive complexion. His eyes are brown. The emblem of his family ( a raven with two skulls for pauldrons and a bone in its legs) is tatooed on his neck.

Biography: The House of Welben is an old house, but not extremely rich and certainly not prestigious. For generations the house was in charge of all the graveyards in the kingdom of Volenand, organising all burials, funerals, rites, embalming, burnings, and what ever it is the dead need. It would be no surprise that the house had long tampered with necromancy, and even less surprise that the house raised up the dead as servants. Even so, power ever eluded them as they could not simply discover how to keep the corpses functional after a few years.

Albri himself was the 8th son of Count Fedrek Welben. As the 8th son, he never stood much chance for an important position or being heir. Luckily for Albri, he had no interest for that. It was expected of him to simply become a necromancer. For most of his childhood, he did spend his time studying the body, and how it worked and how to keep it moving unnaturally. Course, this then made him wonder how such things lived in life, which led to studying biology. To finish off his education, he also studied history and alchemy...although he forgot a few certain details here and there.

And so at the age of 14, he was considered of age, which for the Welben bloodline meant being a necromancer, which included a initation rite. The rite itself is rather...hush hush but suffice to say, Ablri was given recognition as a necromancer. As the 8th son, he was not given much responsiblity, beyond keeping the commoner graves and making sure that no unlicensed raising was happening. Then 6 years later, he received a letter. A letter to the capitol, requesting his admittance to the Royal University! Of course that was never to be. The Incident happened...and you all know what happened next.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 2
Mental: 7
Charisma: 5
Dexterity: 6
Agility: 5

~skills~ 27 points
Combat -2
Arcane4*
Social 3
Crafting 3*
Mental4*

~inventory~
Doctor Alber's Portable Box of Delightful Tools (Embalming kit)
Linen Tunic and Pants
Leather Gloves
Linen Tuque
Leather Shoes
Satchel
Sheets of parchment
Quill
Ink well (empty)
John Alber's Guide to the Human Anatomy
Languages of The Nations Vol I
The Histories of the Continent by The Serri Company
Prayer Beads
Mortar & Pestle
Food Rations
Waterskin (filled)
Handaxe
Saw
Fishing Rod
String
Hooks

[Ochita]

"Hey! There's a power room here!"

Examine levers

Spoiler: Jan (Ochita) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 29/30
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Ochita is 26 years old, and has unkept brown hair, with dark brown eyes. He has a moderate build, showing that while he did do physical work, time has rounded him out slightly.   
Biography: Ochita was a general trader before the whole collapse started, which left him with a couple of skills here and there. After the Incident, he settled down somewhat, having a semi permanent store. When the collapse actually started, he ran to the closest shelter, discovering that with magic returning, he was able to somewhat control it, using it to heal minor wounds.

~stats~
Physical: 4
Mental: 7
Charisma: 7
Dexterity: 3
Agility:4

~skills~
Social: 4 *
Arcane: 2 *
Combat: 2 *
General: 1 *

~starting inventory~
Iron rapier
Leather overcoat
Merchant's cap
Money pouch (Filled with a small amount of money.)
Various seasonings/non-perishables. Inside an iron pot

[Tiruin]

Spoiler: Jurith Creyn (click to show/hide)

Health: 25/30
Power: 18/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Jurith stands at the height of 5'8". With a gaunt appearance and a hardened countenance, it is hard to believe that this is but a man of twenty two with a lean and average stature. His eyes are a deep shade of brown and his black hair is shortly cropped. He has a small, rough beard of the same colour.

He has a rough scar on his right cheek, crossing the eye.

Biography: A son of a knight and nursemaid, Jurith was born and raised in the higher echelons of society; his family was a powerless one, but one that held great prestige in the eyes of his neighbors and fellowmen. In his youth, he tended to the fields of his father, while learning his skills from his mother. In puberty, he was known to be a reckless explorer and a revered fighter, having participated as an auxiliary soldier in the skirmishes of his land. In his coming of age, he was selected to join in with his father in his sojourns across the land.

Chivalry, as taught by his father, was what he was apt to follow. Forwarding the common goals, he discovered that despite the popular belief, working as a squire and watching a knight in combat and in peace was very different to the honor-bound society that he grew up in. There were no rules in battle, and yet most enemies he faced fought as if bound by such, one law that he learned with great impunity.

In a recent skirmish, he spared a bandit who pleaded for his life under parley and when his back was turned, the man struck back at him with whatever weapon was in reach - a metal shard, at the time. His reflexes saved him, earning only a gash to the face, but he was successful in subduing the oath-breaker. It was only after this battle that he and his father attempted to join in on the crusade on their kingdom's vault, against the behest of whatever lord managed to gain control over the land, aware now of the lack of peace in the realm. The bandit was set free due to this knowledge.

Jurith was sent in part of the vanguard force, while his father stayed behind to aid the rest.

~stats~
Physical 8
Mental 3
Charisma 2
Dexterity 6
Agility 6

~skills~
Combat *
Social *
Crafting *

Arcane *

~starting inventory~
Grey's Anatomy: Descriptive and Surgical
Steel Arming Sword
Hunting Knife
Gilded Helm
Hemp Fiber Pants and Shirt
Leather Boots
Leather Gloves
Grey Tunic
White Surcoat
Field Platemail
Satchel
Salted Rations
Waterskin {Filled}
Whet Stone
2 Rolls of Cloth
10 Wads of Paper
1 Shard of Graphite
1 Quill
2 Vials of Ink

Jurith screamed at the intensity of the light, and was glad it was lessened as he guessed Sil turned it off. Still, the glare hurt and he doubted his eyes would be able to cope in the quick time it took.

Well, there went the idea of writing anything down.

Recover eyesight, and if possible, examine farm for anything else, like a passage deeper into the vault. Or plants and anything related to them.

[Spinal_Taper]

Aaron heads into the well room to get some water. When he does, he evaporates it to see if any residue is left.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Aaron Telman
Health: 30/30 base
Gender:Male
Physical description: Medium, black, somewhat wild hair. Wears massive broadsword strapped to back over travelers cloak.
Biography: Telman was a problem child. He never got along with anyone else at the orphanage. He had random outbursts of violence, and rarely did what was asked of him. When he came of age, he left the city, no food or water, to wander the land. Unsurprisingly, he didn't last long, and he fainted in the wilderness. A wandering blademaster, Yaren, found him, saved him, and took him under his wing, teaching the boy about swordplay, magic and survival. Upon the completion of his apprenticeship, Aaron again went to travel the wastes, but when he saw the magic erupting from the ground, he high-tailed it to the closest group of people he could find.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 6
Mental:5
Charisma:3
Dexterity: 6
Agility:5

~skills~ 27 points
(see below)
Combat - 3 * (7 points)
Arcane - 1 * (3 points)
Crafting - 2 * (2 points)
Social - 2 * (0 points)
Mental - 2 * (4 points)

~starting inventory~
1 Steel Broadsword
1 Chainmail
1 Reinforced Travelers cloak
1 Emblem of The Crane School
1 Short Bow
25 Arrows
5 Rations
1 Knife

[Frajic]

Olson mutters to himself. "Mage, wizard, sorcerer, arcanist..." Shaking his head vigorously, he prepares to perform magic.

Cast a spell to detect life other than the group in the vault.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Either Life, Knowledge or a combination of these two should let this spell be under my domain, right?

Spoiler: Olson (click to show/hide)

Name: Olson Johan
Health: 30/30 base
20/20 power
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall, frail and cooky old man. Has a beard glued on, and dressed in a ridiculous red, pointed hat and a roughed-up bath robe.
Biography: Was kicked out of the Mage's Guild at age 67 for abusing alchemical compounds. His sorry state of a brain couldn't handle the fact he was no longer recognized as an official mage, and he did everything he could to reclaim his title. In his mind, that meant looking as much as a mage as possible. Since the Guild had been his home, he had to do with what he could get his hands on.

~stats~
Physical 3
Mental 10
Charisma 4
Dexterity 4
Agility 4

~skills~
Arcane 9*

~starting inventory~
White bath robe
Red, pointed hat
Beard
A loaf of bread

[Skyrunner]

Albri pulls the pump lever. [7] It breaks.

Dang.

He then goes to the well anyways and pulls up a bucket of water. It seems clean enough.

Jan observes the levers. There are a bank of double-shafted push-handles that are neatly labeled in a clear script that seems to have been stamped. They are numbered from A1 to C15 and also have a short description explaining each. There also is a larger pushhandle that is written, MASTER MAIN POWER. Three smaller handles are MASTER A, MASTER B, MASTER C. More handles depict LIGHTS, MAGIC COLLECTORS, FLOOR 2 MASTER. All of the levers are up right now.

Jurith examines the farm room. It seems to be enclosed, though there are little passages with curious blades installed in them around a central axis at either side of the room. There are no plants at all, but a tool shack is found in a corner near the doors.

Aaron waits for Albri, then takes some water. He spills it on the floor and crouches down. Pointing, he summons some magic . . .
[8,19,4] using 1 power and creating nothing. D:

You feel 1 power flowing from the ambiance into yourself.

Current ambient magic : [49/50(s)]

Olson concentrates and casts a web of his knowledge around . . .
[13,19,10] He uses 1 power and is greeted by a dull thudding of his conscious against the antipower walls of the Vault. He must have lost control of the spell at the very end...

He feels 1 power flowing into himself from the ambiance.

Current ambient magic : [48/50(s)]


Everyone hears a faint snuffling, a scraping of hard things against stone floors.