In a taxidermist's shop...Tom and his buddy Tom head out of the taxidermist's shop, the same thought running through their, to be frank, highly violent and antisocial heads. And this thought is fire.
[Tom fire roll: 1]
Tom tries to set fire to one of the nearby houses. He succeeds in setting himself on fire, the stuffing of his furry body instantly bursting into a mighty flame!
[Tom helpfulness roll: 5]
Tom attempts to help Tom with his combustion problem!
[Tom fire extinguishing roll: 1+
1]
Together they utterly fail in extinguishing the flames! Uh...
[Tom endurance roll: 1]
Very soon Tom's body is entirely covered in flames, the pyromaniac screaming in utter agony as his less-crippled double tries his best to help him!
[Tom will roll: 1]
Oh dear. Things do not look very good for Terrigorn Tom as he collapses in a flaming heap in the middle of the street.
[Tom will roll: 1-1]
Not good at all.
[Tom will roll: 4-2]
Tom looks on as Tom is reduced to a bunch of motionless cinders in no more than two minutes. Whatever was in that bit of sculpture, it most certainly was quite flammable! Almost a low explosive, if Tom may say so himself.
And the lesson learned here today: do not play with fire if you happen to be made of highly flammable materials. The more you know! Well, at least Tom is okay, if a bit overtly reminded of his mortality.
Outside a demonologist's house...Mark, facing the house in all its inoffensive blandness, tries to go inside!
[House lack of security roll: 4]
And the door's open! Fancy that. He goes right in.
[Search roll: 5]
Seems to be a perfectly ordinary house. Well, apart from a dead guy enclosed in a cylindrical wall of force with a closed-off top. Nothing overly threatening around here, although there is a set of rather sharp and wicked-looking bloodstained knives in what appears to be a kitchen of sorts (the 'of sorts' is because Mark is pretty sure, but don't quote him on this, that a kitchen normally shouldn't have that much blood in it). There does seem to be both a second floor and a basement as well.
Two hours and five minutes left. Plenty of time for a determined seeker.
In the streets of Emlocke...Yorinnsud, now without a proper companion, still steadfastly looks for someone that may prove open to donating some of their precious, precious body parts to her.
[Search roll: 5]
Oh dear, there sure are a lot of people grouped around that metallic house over there. And they're all dancing! And the music...
[Will roll: 5]
Well, she's heard better. Way better. Too indulgent and focused on rockin' lute solos for her liking. And the singer doesn't seem to know the lyrics in addition to being a ghost. However, the rest look like they would make decent body part donors. Most of them seem to be mages or minions. Some leather men are dancing as well. And some people are running while screaming and slowly melting. That last bit seems particularly suspicious, actually, since nobody else seems to notice.
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Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again (Read 562850 times)