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Post by Seven on Feb 4, 2009 17:21:58 GMT -5
Thrasymachus raises his eyebrows again, responding by repeating his last two sentences again.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 4, 2009 17:59:28 GMT -5
"No, I mean as in, like, where is he, like the name of the kingdom..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 4, 2009 18:02:58 GMT -5
Thrasymachus gives him a look. "Would a wall really know that?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 4, 2009 18:07:50 GMT -5
The boy shrugs.
"I wouldn't know. I would guess, since it was built there...but it may, it may not..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 4, 2009 18:12:13 GMT -5
"Yes, but seeing that the stone is six layers underground, even if it were conscious, I doubt it'd know what kingdom it is in. Oh what the hell. The inanimate stone responds that it does not know for sure, since it has not seen the light of day in many, many years, but it has heard rumors from other adjacent stones that it is in a land called Benitia."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 4, 2009 18:32:03 GMT -5
"I'm gonna switch to in character for a mo'...I know there's no one to role-play with, but it brings me some twisted joy."
"Benitia?" Quim raised an eyebrow "how did I get all the way for Faerun to here anyway? Most peculiar...I shall have to tell Regdar about it when I return..." he paused, looking at down at his armour "say, wall, would you be so kind as to direct me the way of the stairs leading up?"
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Post by Seven on Feb 4, 2009 18:39:28 GMT -5
"The wall tells you to continue on the path ahead, but to be wary for this path might be shorter than the other fork, but it is filled with traps."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 4, 2009 19:12:35 GMT -5
"Quim bids the wall farewell and continues down the passageway, moving slowly to check for traps."
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Post by Seven on Feb 4, 2009 23:48:34 GMT -5
"You continue your way safely until you come to a set of stairs. However, you notice something is wrong. Dead bodies are piled up just feet away from the entrance, as though they were suddenly killed moments before achieving their goal."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 5, 2009 9:11:22 GMT -5
"I search for traps."
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Post by Seven on Feb 5, 2009 19:45:13 GMT -5
"Roll 1d20."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 6, 2009 3:47:10 GMT -5
The boy rolls the die, then grimaces.
"Four." He calls.
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Post by Seven on Feb 7, 2009 14:40:31 GMT -5
"You find no traps, but in a short while, you trigger another one. In good stereotypical fashion, a boulder plops out from the ceiling, and begins rolling toward you at high speeds."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 7, 2009 16:38:42 GMT -5
"So wait, is this boulder behind be or in front?"
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Post by Seven on Feb 7, 2009 19:13:43 GMT -5
"Behind you. Chasing you down the path you were already treading."
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