Topic: Our Salvation: It Is Written (Read 262481 times)

Toaster · « **Reply #630 on:** February 17, 2016, 09:01:15 am »

Thomas looked at the wall warily. While he did want out of here, the wall looked a bit high, and he wasn't fond of the idea of using a rope to get down. "Isn't there a back door? Surely a place this size has more than one entrance. Even a large arena such as this should have a second safe fire exit. Anyway, I'm sure those stout fellows won't bother me when they realize I'm not a... resident here. Just visiting, as it is. I'm sure the story behind it all is quite thrilling, but it's getting to be day again and I really don't want to be late for more work."

Another way, perhaps? Rope lowering isn't that safe.

AoshimaMichio · « **Reply #631 on:** February 17, 2016, 01:51:40 pm »

((Xantalos, if you want the Prison Stone, come and ask for it. Leif is in good mood.))

"You got the right attitude, girl! Here, have another!"

Spread more goodies around, I want my party! Enjoy my own products too.

Xantalos · « **Reply #632 on:** February 17, 2016, 03:17:15 pm »

((Prison... Oh right the thing. I'll get that if I can figure out where you are and have a reason for it IC.))

AoshimaMichio · « **Reply #633 on:** February 17, 2016, 03:21:22 pm »

((If you want a reason, I was singing about treasures plundered from enemies a moment ago, or were trying to. Front of chapel where everybody else were, so near you.))

Xantalos · « **Reply #634 on:** February 17, 2016, 03:25:07 pm »

((Hmm. Well then! I'm to be by the chapel soon anyway.))

Harry Baldman · « **Reply #635 on:** February 18, 2016, 05:57:51 pm »

Quote from: Xantalos on February 17, 2016, 05:35:22 am

"Alright fine, if you're that shy. Cmon, let's go, then I won't have to bother you no more."

Head inside the keep and wait while the majordomo disrobes. Then take his clothes, thank him for his cooperation and wish him a good rest of his existence or whatever, and go hurry off to the blacksmith. Wave cheerily to the knight if I see her again, though try to maintain some distance between us per our agreement.

You escort the majordomo inside to a less conspicuous hallway, where you relieve him of his livery. He is quite heartbroken by this criminal act on your part, so you console him with thanks, well wishes and heartfelt assurances that even if this avails you nothing else, at least you have spared the populace at large from having to look at the unspeakably ugly garment. He seems to not be set at ease by this, so you elect to just get back to business and let him sort out his own problems.

In only slightly more than a minute you appear by the blacksmith's door, passing by the knight as you head out and offering her a friendly wave which she does not seem to feel like returning.

Knocking quite sharply, you manage to summon the blacksmith. He seems mildly disoriented by the sudden light, though not overly so. Nights are usually longer than this in his experience. Maybe he was just absorbed in his work, he suggests without you asking. Speaking of, why the hell are you bothering him? Do you have everything?

No, you reply! But you do have this garment. It's purple!

[A Mystery of Colors: 5]

It's green, he retorts. But also purple, you say, to which he agrees. He gazes at it intently for a moment. What a... fascinating thing, really. How inexplicably colored! How strangely textured! How incredibly ugly! Look at it, says he, thrusting the garment outward! There is something in it! A missing ingredient! You fail to ask what it is, and he starts to inevitably explain - it is fame, you see! And infamy, too! Mostly infamy. All of it is infamy - like infamy, he means. Like infamy, but with greatness, do you see? Well, you- shut it! Bring the last thing! Until you do, he will sit down and try not to move. Emphasis on 'try' - as he does, you notice him start to fidget intensely.

It's all he can do to hold out now, you see in his eyes. Quick! Before he bursts with creativity!

Quote from: penguinofhonor on February 17, 2016, 05:59:49 am

"An explorer," I reply. "Who is this?" I creep toward the voice carefully, trying not to get too close unless I'm sure there's something separating us.

[Identify Yourself: 5]

You seem familiar, the voice says as it becomes familiar in turn. It's hard to recognize when not delivering a grim sermon of one kind or another, the voice having lost a certain edge, sounding a little distant and sleepy. It's the priestess from the odd shrine. Wonder what she's doing here of all places.

You approach closer. An explorer, the voice echoes after a moment. Where have you come from? What has driven you into this kingforsaken place?

Quote from: Dermonster on February 17, 2016, 08:31:03 am

"God damnit not this shit again. Thought I had this stuff down."

Have the second SUN... refocus their attention. Like an ant gets its attention refocused by a kid with a magnifying glass.

You have a brilliant idea on how best to distract a stoatman. What is it, a curious individual may ask. It is deliciously simple, you would retort to this hypothetical individual. You'll kill. Kill everyone!

SUN

[Word: 3]

The sun stirs up in the sky uneasily, your word awakening it ever so slightly. It pulses with a warm radiance. It begins to remember. It wanted to touch the earth. But why...?

[A Halting Caress: 3]

A sharp tendril of plasma runs down as a ray of light superheats the air, striking the ground. The stoat formations take notice of this - it is unsettlingly close to their position.

Things are looking poorer by the second. They are mired in forces they cannot understand. The sun itself seems to want them dead, appearing past midnight to preternaturally light the darkness. They falter for a moment until an order is barked at them by their superior. They are to aim at the woods and they are to fire. Now.

They aim. You pause a moment. These trees look a bit flimsy. Are they likely to protect you from stoatman crossbows? You suppose it's worth a try, you think as you duck behind one.

[Bolt Barrage: 6 vs. 5]
[The Cover of Trees: 4]

Two blindly fired bolts find their way to your unlikely tree, embedding themselves into the trunk. It creaks and complains, and only barely holds, damaged severely by flames supernatural. You thank your good fortune that it did not see fit to collapse all over you.

Quote from: Toaster on February 17, 2016, 09:01:15 am

Thomas looked at the wall warily. While he did want out of here, the wall looked a bit high, and he wasn't fond of the idea of using a rope to get down. "Isn't there a back door? Surely a place this size has more than one entrance. Even a large arena such as this should have a second safe fire exit. Anyway, I'm sure those stout fellows won't bother me when they realize I'm not a... resident here. Just visiting, as it is. I'm sure the story behind it all is quite thrilling, but it's getting to be day again and I really don't want to be late for more work."

Another way, perhaps? Rope lowering isn't that safe.

[Architectural Discussions: 2]

It's a castle, he says. Not letting people in was actually the reason they constructed it. Unfortunately, to not let people in when they really want to get in you also have to sacrifice the possibility of people leaving.

Also, warns the guard, the stoatmen are a bit... committed, so to speak. It is his opinion also that they ought to be committed, if you know what he means. Reasoning with them is in his experience largely a waste of breath and goodwill.

Quote from: AoshimaMichio on February 17, 2016, 01:51:40 pm

((Xantalos, if you want the Prison Stone, come and ask for it. Leif is in good mood.))

"You got the right attitude, girl! Here, have another!"

Spread more goodies around, I want my party! Enjoy my own products too.

[The Party Can Always Find You: 3]

Nobody else seems particularly interested in your grapefruits, unfortunately, but the girl seems to like them just fine. So you give her more and have some yourself! One for her, one for you. One for her, one-two for you! One for her, one-two-three for you!

Oddly enough this leads to a sort of equilibrium where you manage to become exactly the same degree of drunk, taking cues from each other on what ought to be happening which your internal organs seem more than eager to follow through on. So it's much like mass hysteria, except the result is getting well and truly pissed for both of you.

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Dermonster · « **Reply #636 on:** February 18, 2016, 06:01:36 pm »

Oh hey, I know who their commander is?

GUESS WHO VOLUNTEERED TO GET VIOLENTLY SHREDDED BY THE MOON!?

Toaster · « **Reply #637 on:** February 18, 2016, 06:23:05 pm »

"Tsk. I guess I'll look for myself then!"

Head up to the top of the wall. Is there an easy way down? For that matter, what are these stout fellows doing? Is there a direction that one could just walk past them where they aren't?

penguinofhonor · « **Reply #638 on:** February 18, 2016, 08:41:38 pm »

"Right now I'm looking for anything that could help against the stoats. I figure there might be something powerful hidden away, so I'm searching every dark corner I can find. Why are you down here?"

Dermonster · « **Reply #639 on:** February 18, 2016, 08:46:26 pm »

I was beginning to wonder when someone would finally actually notice what I've been doing for multiple turns now. Looks like toasters first up.

Xantalos · « **Reply #640 on:** February 18, 2016, 10:10:24 pm »

"I'll be back quick enough, no worry."

While I'm probably strong enough to lift the stained glass window out, mayhaps it'd be too awkward to carry over and fit into this little cottage. Instead, go around the area of the chapel and such asking if anyone has anything priceless.

AoshimaMichio · « **Reply #641 on:** February 19, 2016, 03:17:47 am »

Where's my INEVITABLE party?! I want it! Two people don't make party yet!

((Hopefully it's not another 3, got enough those already.))

Harry Baldman · « **Reply #642 on:** February 19, 2016, 03:02:28 pm »

Quote from: Dermonster on February 18, 2016, 06:01:36 pm

Oh hey, I know who their commander is?

GUESS WHO VOLUNTEERED TO GET VIOLENTLY SHREDDED BY THE MOON!?

[The Chain of Command: 2]

Not so much their commander. Rather, they are two lieutenants, each in charge of a 20-strong detachment of crossbowstoats. Not sure who they're getting their orders from, really, but they seem armored and important. Maybe you ought to kill one and see what happens.

MOON

[Word: 4]

You point at one of the lieutenants and invoke the moon. The dust winds rise, a sudden sharp gale growing to amazing speed as it runs right into the lieutenant and some of its compatriots, lifting the former off its feet as the dust tears into its full suit of chain and padding.

[Lieutenant's Arc: 4]

You see it curl up mid-air, covering up its exposed bits of skin, which are few in number. It lands in an inhuman roll, and as blood begins to liberally flow from its face, joints and certain parts of its armor you hear it shriek the order to fire, the other lieutenant echoing it immediately. They seem to think the intensification of violent supernatural events in their vicinity as proof positive of them being on the right track.

[Stoats' Competence: 4]

Unfortunately for you, at this stage the stoatmen appear to have reloaded their crossbows already, so the order couldn't have possibly come at a better time. They loose their bolts all at once.

[Bolt Barrage: 5 vs. 1]

This time they do not miss, either. A fortuitously aimed bolt pierces through your cover-tree, as do two others. One plinks off your orbiting stone, another lands in the ashy ground nearby. Not the third, however. The third gets you right in the neck, taking out a large chunk as it goes through the soft flesh and hits a tree off behind you, and you emit an involuntary sound of surprise as you begin to paint the landscape a slick and shining red in twice-a-second sprays.

[Stoats' Awareness: 2]

Despite the way you seem to be not quite hidden anymore, you don't think the 40-odd stoats actually see you yet. Not that this is about to stop them from unloading in your direction anyway.

Quote from: Toaster on February 18, 2016, 06:23:05 pm

"Tsk. I guess I'll look for myself then!"

Head up to the top of the wall. Is there an easy way down? For that matter, what are these stout fellows doing? Is there a direction that one could just walk past them where they aren't?

You walk up to the top of the battlements and take a look around.

[Matters of Observation: 1]

You don't think those stout people are very well-named, truth be told. They seem more short-limbed and weird-looking. They're also scurrying all around in what you think is probably a civil war reenactment or some other kind of mass larp. They seem a bit preoccupied with something, being all shouty and moving about and making lines while aiming crossbows and what have you at all sorts of places.

There's also an awfully dusty and unpleasant wind that bites into your unclothed torso and unshielded eyes, so you decide to not look for very long. Eugh, must be some kind of old dust bowl area. Would it kill people to plant some tree lines? It'd certainly improve property values over a ten-year period. Such a lack of forward thought from these people.

Quote from: penguinofhonor on February 18, 2016, 08:41:38 pm

"Right now I'm looking for anything that could help against the stoats. I figure there might be something powerful hidden away, so I'm searching every dark corner I can find. Why are you down here?"

She is resting. A vicious defiler stole her altar cloth and clubbed her across the head with a brick - she has sent out the loyal knight to hunt him down and bring him to justice for his crimes while she lies in wait. That would be Mr. Codeburn, you guess, and quite correctly at that. This is a safe place, she says.

[Secrets of the Labyrinth: 1]

Further than this, however, she would advise that you not go. The dark gets far more inhospitable from here to those who are not trained in navigating it. She seems to not feel like clarifying this statement any further.

Quote from: Xantalos on February 18, 2016, 10:10:24 pm

"I'll be back quick enough, no worry."

While I'm probably strong enough to lift the stained glass window out, mayhaps it'd be too awkward to carry over and fit into this little cottage. Instead, go around the area of the chapel and such asking if anyone has anything priceless.

[Keen Ears and Loose Tongues: 3]

There are indeed blabbermouths and nosy, conniving bastards in this crowd, of that you have no doubt. An overlap of these two, however, is remarkably difficult to find. You have some hopes for a girl who appears incredibly drunk, but she doesn't seem entirely able to process your question, let alone formulate an answer. You also consider asking Mr. Erikson, but he seems to be busy staring at people intently and saying stuff like

INEVITABLE

So you decide not to bother him and the like five hungry metaphorical zombies he accumulates over the next few minutes, and consider instead that maybe commoners aren't the people to ask about where you'd find expensive shit you could steal.

... although that priest looks a bit more promising, burnt and much-abused as he may be. It's his chapel, after all. Maybe he's got like a golden ruby-studded chalice stashed in there somewhere. And maybe you'll need to wring the information out of him, but then maybe he's also a sacrifice you're willing to make. Ooh, and that knight has armor and a sword and a shield, all of them of likely to be of very good quality. She does seem to be paying close attention to you, so maybe nicking her stuff non-violently might be a problem.

Quote from: AoshimaMichio on February 19, 2016, 03:17:47 am

Where's my INEVITABLE party?! I want it! Two people don't make party yet!

((Hopefully it's not another 3, got enough those already.))

One of two things will happen: you will get this party started or the world will crumble before you manage. No alternatives exist.

INEVITABLE

[Word: 2]

Well, either that or people will lose interest in praying and singing and just start getting back to their lives. That does appear to be a much more likely possibility you've gone and overlooked. The crowd begins to disperse, and you pursue them to the best of your drunken ability.

[The Party Can Always Find You: 6]

Some people can find it in their hearts to refuse a grapefruit on grounds of unexplained origin - there are a few others, however. Desperate, emaciated, utterly lacking in rats of any sort, elated by the reappearance of the sun - these people, you realize, will take what they can get. They don't even question it, really. They just eat right up, and hardly even notice that they haven't really been fed as they are filled with the warmth of alcohol. You gather a whole five desperate souls from all walks of life, and they shamble to you. They want more, they slur with desire. Give them more.

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Xantalos · « **Reply #643 on:** February 19, 2016, 03:09:11 pm »

Go over to the priest.

"Oh hey, you're still alive? Wow, you're a resilient fellow. Hey listen, I know you're sorta preoccupied with recovering from being burnt to a crisp, but do you have anything priceless in your possession, or in yonder chapel? I need it for a project, you see, and taking those windows you have there seems like it'd be troublesome."

penguinofhonor · « **Reply #644 on:** February 19, 2016, 03:10:56 pm »

"I see. What kind of place is this, anyway? A hermitage or something?" As we talk I move around and try to discern the shape of the room.

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