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Author Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again  (Read 562040 times)

Innsmothe

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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #10635 on: July 08, 2015, 03:57:01 pm »

Cleanse the rest
My judgement is flame and torment, madness is my domain and from which springs forth the Dharma of my followers. Run little voice, for actions and alliances often come with grim consequences...

Curiosity killed the cat you know...but satisfaction verily brought him back!


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« Reply #10636 on: July 09, 2015, 12:44:07 am »

Okay, that was dumb, but worth a shot anyway.

So, the skull mage is probably dead, or fighting whatever monster is in here, and Sigmund is trapped underground. Again. Well, at least he actually knows how to get out now...

Begin tunnelling horizontally, to a point where it doesn't seem likely that there is any kind of building or chamber above me, so that I can do the whole pillar thing afterwards.
Maybe you should try actually turning the knob on the door?
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I didn't even read it first, I just saw it was ATHATH and noped it. Now that I read it x3 to noping

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« Reply #10637 on: July 09, 2015, 12:50:08 am »

There's no knob on it.
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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #10638 on: July 09, 2015, 07:54:20 pm »

[I got a bad feeling about this for reasons I am unsure of.]

Morton pauses as he contemplates the light. Can it really be that simple? The desk dims his light as much as he can, and then the tea apostle listens and watches. After he is satisfied with what his senses find, assuming he doesn't notice anything hostile, the desk begins floating towards the light.

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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #10639 on: July 10, 2015, 07:59:52 am »

Mark moves into the room the shadow was in before and studys it wondering how a massive creature would be controled by something so small retreaving her axe on the way
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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #10640 on: July 10, 2015, 10:58:04 am »

On the road to an unspecified location...

Kevin, still having made no progress toward feeding himself, goes on to forage in the woods for sustenance of any kind, stumbling over the ditch and into the underbrush, his hands questing for anything handy to devour.

Some time later, he finds himself a bush covered in small yellowish berries that nobody seems to have bothered to eat yet - with a greed only possessed by the famished he digs in, picking the bush clean of any sort of edible matter, including any insects. This serves to take the edge off his hunger, but he'd hardly consider it filling. Needs something to go with it, definitely.


In an improperly sealed teleportation chamber...

Sigmund, having had enough of this room, tries to tunnel out with the help of his focus.

[Magic roll: 2]

He pokes at the wall firmly, but it refuses to yield, being a bit more homogenous and unified in structure than, say, the average layer of sedimentary rock. Dang it, this was his best plan yet!


On the third topmost floor of the Black Tower of Eckledun...

Scott commits himself to cleansing this place, applying more fire to the problem in a perhaps ill-advised maneuver.

"My judgement is flame and torment, madness is my domain and from which springs forth the Dharma of my followers. Run, little voice, for actions and alliances often come with grim consequences... curiosity killed the cat, you know... but satisfaction verily brought him back!" he starts to rant.

[Firestarting roll: 1]

He sets off the most minute of sparks on the volatile, flaming pinkness, hoping to push it over the edge into a massive explosion... and the spark bounces off in a most unprecedented way, jumping into the air and somewhat distressingly deciding to ignite that instead.

[Endurance roll: 2]

The entire hallway (and presumably quite a bit of air outside as well) combusts spontaneously, engulfing Scott in a whole lot of flames, his maniacal laughter becoming interspersed with pained screams as a result. The tower is shaken by the blast wave that results, and bits of it start to crumble all around him. Scott hardly notices, in horrendous pain as he currently is.

[Will roll: 4]

Not that this level of horrendous pain is terribly unusual for him, naturally, given that he's still finding time and energy to laugh. Floating in place, he feels the tower begin to lean, the hallway moving despite his own still state. The walls are falling, chunks of magically-shaped concrete falling past him.

~I... probably should have seen this coming,~ Francine speaks into his mind, her voice growing distant. Scott is now outside the tower, not feeling like keeping up with its fall. He watches the entire structure collapse onto the surrounding buildings, bits of pink architecture stabbing into it and exploding, twisting or otherwise reacting unpredictably. A supersonic piece of rubble passes through his smoking, shriveled form, which now is reminiscent of a half-burnt sea sponge. The rubble on the ground after a brief resting period seems to have started to organize itself into small cohorts of miniature tornadoes that proceed to storm into the town's streets.

Well, his work here is probably done, Scott supposes. Whatever that might have been.


In an unsealed chamber in a lonely void...

Morton dims his light and waits a bit, listening carefully for any sounds. At first, there's nothing - however, a few moments later he hears a shuffling noise approaching, and it continues to approach for a good few moments before suddenly a shape appears in the area above. Humanoid, dark, indiscernible and shadowy, it overall doesn't seem very friendly.

"Hey!" it says. "Don't fool around with the feeding hatch before your food's brought along! No dinner for you just for that, you hear?" it says, then disappears from sight before Morton can say anything to it. The shuffling noise resumes, moving away from Morton.


In a presumable control room...

Mark, after retrieving his axe from the murdered shadow, takes a look at the various things it was messing around with - boards full of blinking, whispering, beeping, scintillating, sometimes disturbingly organic lights, switches, dials and other things, virtually all of them with little to no indication of what their function might be - there are only two clearly noted thing, a little blob of some kind with the words "EJECT" written over it, and a bony lever with "EMERGENCY STOP" engraved on it. He also manages to locate the lip-like switch that the shadow flicked right before engaging him, though it lacks any sign of its function. Not a very helpful control room, Mark would think. But there are certainly enough thingamabobs and whatsits to control any function of a giant void eel that he could think of, so he'll give it that.
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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #10641 on: July 10, 2015, 11:11:58 am »

((well, at least i've eaten five hundred poison berries now! :P))
Will myself some actual food.
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Re: Life Begins At Death - Chapter 6: Enjoying the Gub Life?
« Reply #10642 on: July 10, 2015, 01:09:26 pm »

SAVE FRANCINE
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« Reply #10643 on: July 13, 2015, 07:33:07 am »

In some godforsaken woods...

Kevin, not about to even begin learning his lesson, tries to will some actual food to appear in his hands.

[Will roll: 1-2]

His mind wanders through the infinite possibilities of culinary satisfaction, imagining every kind of possible food that could sate his ravenous hunger, feeling progressively hungrier as each possibility is run through, his mind beginning to fade as progressively more delicious foods race through it. He attempts to stop thinking about it, but it appears he's set off some kind of runaway mental process. His mind on fire, he starts to scream, his eyes opening wide. He then loses consciousness - for how long, he cannot say.

When he awakens, it is dark. He stirs a little. A tumbling sound is heard as something rolls off him. Rising a bit more decisively, Kevin emerges into the light, dislodging himself from a pile of delectable pink cabbages he appears to have found himself in. As he attempts to rise, the cabbages surge toward him a little, seeking to return to their pile-like aggregation and force Kevin down once more.

[Strength roll: 5]

Being quick enough and strong enough, Kevin manages to prevent himself from being buried again, and breaks out of the pile entirely, stepping a good distance away from the thing. Looking around, he sees that he is still in the woods. However, he does not recognize the location. It's definitely not where he found the berries, and he can't even begin to guess which way the road might be found. He... does feel a little less hungry, though.


Above the fallen Black Tower of Eckledun...

Scott, recalling that he was supposed to save rather than condemn someone to a horrible death for once, rushes down to the fallen, crumbled tower, looking for any sign of the mage, though in the crumbled, twisting ruins he's got no earthly clue on where the third topmost floor might have landed - everything just looks very rubbly and broken, and he suspects some of the explosions around him might actually be malfunctioning magical equipment.

Point is, Francine's probably down here somewhere, though in what condition, Scott would not be at liberty to say. She's undead, though, so it's not implausible she could have survived. Heck, Scott's survived things that are much worse today alone.
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« Reply #10644 on: July 13, 2015, 11:21:51 am »

((what is up with me and getting lost in forests. at this rate I'll never get back, doomed to be lost in miscellaneous forests forever))

Head off in a direction at random, gather and eat berries I come across.
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« Reply #10645 on: July 13, 2015, 12:33:50 pm »

Well, let's try something different:

As the stone is too thigtly packed, instead of tunnelling, try pulling a stone cylinder out of the wall, then start tunneling from there.

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« Reply #10646 on: July 13, 2015, 07:37:03 pm »

[Sorry, busy weekend.]

The desk was surprised to hear the voice. A person! Somebody! Morton quickly speaks up and works up his best butler charm. Perhaps he can find something out? The fellow seems rather amiable.

"Oh! Terribly sorry, I didn't know. Could you spare a moment of your time for a quick word? I'd offer refreshments of tea, but I'm afraid I lost what I had already prepared on me. I must admit, this certainly isn't what I expected when I created the portal."

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« Reply #10647 on: July 13, 2015, 07:58:48 pm »

BUTTONS START PUSHING THEM
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« Reply #10648 on: July 14, 2015, 02:49:53 am »

Make a pathway to where Francine floor would have landed.
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« Reply #10649 on: July 14, 2015, 07:01:07 am »

Lost forever in the endless, blasted woods...

With a flawless record for foraging and a nearly flawlessly catastrophic record for willing things into being, Kevin goes for foraging as his new plan. And maybe some pathfinding as well. He heads off in a random direction, looking for delicious vittles on the way.

Fortunately, both prove to be rather wisely chosen, as a mere six hours later he now has quite an assortment of yellow, orange, black and even a few red berries (the ones he was fairly sure were wild raspberries and strawberries, to be specific, not any of the other red berries he happened to encounter) in him - it's not quite filling, but it serves to keep him from starving. Considering his long walk, it's none too surprising that he does eventually happen on some kind of village placed at the confluence of two creeks.

Approaching slowly, Kevin notes several things. For one, the place seems pretty still and quiet. Secondly, he's pretty sure one of the creeks has a heavily mutilated corpse of some kind on its shore not far from where he's standing, mostly by the way its arms appear to be broken in several places, its neck snapped and its skull soundly broken, which happen to be the only parts of the corpse still visible. And thirdly, the wind sounds odd here. A bit... articulate for a natural phenomenon, with too much varying pitch and modality. Can't exactly tell what the wind's on about, though. At least not so near to the creeks.


In an improperly sealed entrance chamber...

Sigmund considers how best to rephrase his attempt to tunnel, and figures he'll just try to pull a cylinder out of the wall, forgetting for a moment that his ability to project a theoretical presence upon stone does not technically allow him to pull much of anything. Pulling is just pushing in a different reference frame, right?

[Magic roll: 3]

He tries the pushing thing, and upon trying it with some projected presence notes that the walls of the chamber do not seem to quite approximate the end of the complex - he can project some presence a mere meter beyond in one particular spot and there's emptiness in there - better yet, there seems to be some kind of vertical shaft on the other end, judging by a quick probe. Excited, Sigmund forms a fist of presence and forces it to come toward him at badger eye level - it connects! And about three or four good presence-punches later he notices a crack forming on this side of the wall. Progress!


In a chamber beneath a lit room...

Morton, not ready to give up, calls out after the leaving silhouette from beneath.

"Oh! Terribly sorry, I didn't know. Could you spare a moment of your time for a quick word? I'd offer refreshments of tea, but I'm afraid I lost what I had already prepared on me. I must admit, this certainly isn't what I expected when I created the portal."

The shuffling noise stops, and it's clear the silhouette's moving quickly back again. Its head pops up above again.

"Was that backchat I heard? For your sake, I sure hope not! No breakfast for you, either, for prophylactic purposes! Give me actual backchat, ooh, then you'll be really sorry!" the silhouette goes in an ominous voice. It neglects to disappear, electing to laugh to itself instead as it contemplates Morton's inevitably terrible fate. Perhaps a bit too long, in fact.


In the control chamber of a giant void eel...

Mark, upon seeing the stupendous variety of choice in thingamabobs, whatsits and gizmos in this place, can hardly contain himself, and immediately flips out in a button-pushing frenzy. Oddly, this results in little more than a lurch in the void eel's movements, which does put Mark a little off balance, but seems altogether less dangerous than one would expect pushing random buttons in a sensitive control center to be.

Maybe there's some pattern required to make this into a proper air accident, or maybe despite the lack of names for all of these buttons this place does adhere to some form of safety.


Atop the fallen Black Tower of Eckledun...

Scott carefully circles around the ruins, using his architectural expertise to evaluate where in gods' names might Francine's floor have fallen. He manages to narrow it down to the furthermost areas of the ruins, but not much narrower than that. This stuff does get a bit mixed up at times.

And then suddenly he hears a rather terrible-sounding cry for help in his mind, in a voice that sounds an awful lot like Francine's, he thinks right before its piercing qualities start to drive him to act with little thought.

[Will roll: 4]

Being no stranger to insistent impulses, however, Scott takes a moment to analyze this request. It seems to be aimed at a particular spot of rubble, quite deep in it, in fact, and it does appear to coincide with Scott's loose estimation of where the third topmost floor might have fallen. Francine's probably a little distressed, being buried under all that rubble. The initial impulse seems to have been to push it upward, but that doesn't seem like it'd work too well with that much rubble. Maybe a different approach.
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