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[killerhellhound]

support Gamerlord while he trys to splint his legs using my arms to carry us then when he is done splinting them go to the lnn

[anailater]

"6 Doors, all containing a different fate, all dangerous and only one true... Damn it I wish I was at home agan."
Go down path two for now, run if shit goes down.

[Firelordsky]

Get out of here and look for any magical places.

[Harry Baldman]

Somewhere in Emlocke...

Yorinnsud looks around for something to splint his legs with while the good Doctor Mark tries to get into a splinting mood!

[Search roll: 5]

Would you look at that! He appears to have landed right next to an open fletcher's shop! As a consequence, there are enough sticks and bits of string to fashion as many splints as Yorinnsud could possibly ever need. He grabs several bows and commences to attempt to repurpose them with the aid of Mark!

[Yorinnsud crafting roll: 1]
[Mark crafting roll: 1]

The two undead proceed to merrily chew on the various bows in the shop, destroying several hundred silver coins' worth of ranged weaponry! After about half an hour of relentless chewing, pretty much every bow within easy reaching distance has been gnawed to the point of uselessness for any purpose.

Good job, guys. Good job.


In the basement of a Velusian temple...

Luke decides to go down path number two, whichever that one is.

[Path choice roll: 2]

Probably the second one from the left. Yeah. He heads down that one and proceeds along the hallway that he finds that way.

[Trap roll: 2]
[Trap avoidance roll: 6-1]

He narrowly avoids a whole lot of spiky, deadly thingies that are launched out of a wall he passes! Well, that's something. Wonder what else they have here?


In a gardener-deprived garden...

Now that great justice has been done once more, Vincent decides to look for some more magical, more helpful place.

[Search roll: 1]

The door out of the garden seems to be locked. Magically locked. Vincent's pretty sure that this is a recent development. He glances back to the gardener's corpse. Yep, still dead. So what the hell's going on?

[Perception roll: ?]

He has no idea what's going on here. Seriously, what's up with this place? There's nobody around except a decrepit gardener and the doors arbitrarily lock down on him.

[Gamerlord]

Okay, working together time!
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Pray to my goddess and offer Mark as a sacrifice for the boon of restoring my legs. Sorry Mark.

((Look at it this way; the way my rolls are going there's anon-zero probability that I will be takenas sacrifice and you'll get your legs restored.))

[anailater]

" We'll now, something's certainly down here..."
Continue onwards!

[Harry Baldman]

Inside a fletcher's shop...

Yorinnsud decides he's had enough of Mark always ruining everything! He drops to his knees and begs Zarakhiyis to restore his legs in return for a perfectly good legless skeleton!

[Prayer roll: 1]

There is a bright flash of light and an incredible boom as the fletcher's shop seems to disintegrate around Yorinnsud! He looks around fearfully, doing his best to avoid the gaze of Mark, then turns his attention to the only thing of interest in the ruins aside from himself - a very angular-looking humanoid that looks at him with a very judgmental stare. Its eyes seem to be made of the brightest fire Yorinnsud has ever seen. It speaks with a voice like rolling thunder. Somehow, Yorinnsud understands it perfectly despite the language being very... alien-sounding to his ears.

"You have violated the Golden Rule. How do you plead?"


In a trapped tunnel...

Luke elects to head further down the tunnel. They probably trapped it for a reason, you know.

As he heads down the tunnel, he eventually comes to a room filled with skeletons. Dead skeletons, not the unliving kind. They seem to have belonged to owners of varying social standing and wealth. Also, there seem to be many halls here, and they have hundreds of skeletons in them. Each.

[anailater]

"Oh my....... Looooooooooot!"
Give in to the loot side.

[Onyxjew944]

'This is either the most wonderful thing to happen today, or the worst. I could be happy that I have caused my first cataclysmic explosion, or I could be sad I didn't get to kill anyone with it. I choose happiness. No one should cry over a bomb that actually went off. Now crying over a bomb squad arriving, now that is acceptable. I should go kill a bomb squad. They probably have nice things to steal.'

Walk away from the newly-armed box of potentially lethal kinetic force and fire while contemplating explosions.
Search for saltpetre and pottery.

[killerhellhound]

Mark face plams and then slaps Gamer lord on the back of the head then starts draging them away
(Gamerlord your pridiction came true)

[Gamerlord]

((For fucks sake Harry, you just made me roll to do something Yorinnsud learnt to do as a child. It's like making someone roll to take a dump.))

"Not guilty. By whom am I charged?"

[killerhellhound]

The roll was more for her reaction then your prayer

[Spinal_Taper]

Possess a suit of armor, don't respond to them. Go and remove one gauntlet and replace it with the biggest, scariest sword there. Then slowly rotate the helmet to face them, lifting it ever so lightly into the air.Then respond.
"How ya doin?"

[Firelordsky]

Go back and wait in the lounge.

[Gamerlord]

The roll was more for her reaction then your prayer

If the thing that I'm currently talking to was her, then I would not consider the language she is talking to be alien.