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Post by Spwack on Jan 1, 2021 8:31:42 GMT
tDcwWSuj1d10
"QUACK!"
Before the rock can hit the ground, it twists in the air and sprouts feathers. A ruffled and incredibly angry-looking duck turns towards you and hisses. There were quite a lot of teeth in that bill... what do you do?1d10
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 1, 2021 22:52:51 GMT
I kinda want to pelt it with small stuff, either lots of rocks or acid rain from the telthidian lance. Hoping it transforms into enough weird stuff to deter.
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 1, 2021 22:53:46 GMT
I also want to start moving to the new exit. Not going through the replacer plates please.
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Post by Spwack on Jan 3, 2021 9:37:13 GMT
Which will it be? Your lance is on hand, and acid might splash on it before the runes do their stuff. Or you can run (wriggle?) straight to the south exit.
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 3, 2021 12:28:26 GMT
I will run
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Post by Spwack on Jan 4, 2021 12:48:41 GMT
The duck lets out a deafening honk and gives chase!
You scamper around the runic slabs and race down a narrow corridor, the shrieks of the duck echoing behind you. Taking a sharp right, then a sharp left, you run practically straight into what feels like a set of sturdy wooden rails that tighten a little bit around you. "Bing bing!" says, well, whatever it is.
"What's all this then!" cries the voice you heard earlier.
"QUACK" goes the duck. Everything is a little bit chaotic. What are you paying attention to first? What do you say or do?
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 5, 2021 3:14:10 GMT
I yell “dungeon duck!” And I assume what I hope is a menacing stance with telthidian lance at the ready aimed at the duck giving chase.
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Post by Spwack on Jan 5, 2021 4:02:25 GMT
The duck flaps it's wings, and flies at you hissing! Wooden arms wrap around you, but you aren't sure how much protection they will be from the gnashing teeth and slashing claws of the duck. Fire the lance!
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 5, 2021 23:52:52 GMT
[OR3FHykl1d6] 1d6
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 5, 2021 23:53:18 GMT
[WL6L0Rs71d6] 1d6
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 5, 2021 23:53:41 GMT
this is going to be one dead duck...
[K9ABDa_e1d6] 1d6
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 5, 2021 23:53:53 GMT
15 damage to the dungeon duck!
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Post by Spwack on Jan 6, 2021 2:07:32 GMT
The duck is caught mid-flap by a spray of hissing green fluid. It catches plenty of the acid in it's toothsome maw, and is swiftly rendered down into an oily puddle of goop and feathers on the floor. The lance extrudes several delicate tendrils, and begins slurping up the remnants. The stench is horrendous.
"Well! That sorts that, I suppose. Who're you then?" you are being addressed by a dwarven woman wearing tough slacks, two toolbelts strapped crossways, and a considerable amount of grease. You are held by a tall golem made of wood with no mouth, looking down at you with an unnameable expression.
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 6, 2021 13:06:53 GMT
“You may call me blerble. Who are you lot? Oh and thanks for the help there.”
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Post by Spwack on Jan 7, 2021 10:14:03 GMT
"Brysael 247. I'm what humans would call an artificer, I guess. This lump 'o splinters is Bing-Bing, for obvious reasons."
"bing bing" chimes Bing-Bing in agreement.
"Good to meetcha Blerble. Twasn't anything like a worry, you seemed to have it all handled with that there weapon of yours."
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 7, 2021 12:41:24 GMT
“An artificer huh? I’m working on making a little something myself. Do you know of the gem familiar that has been lurking around these halls?”
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Post by Spwack on Jan 8, 2021 6:40:43 GMT
"Hmm, I've heard tell of creatures made of gems, but never met one myself. I presume their wizards would have familiars made of gems as well?"
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 8, 2021 8:56:05 GMT
“I don’t really know. I am working on building a small rolling platform that can assist with magic. I thought maybe this gem thing could help.”
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Post by Spwack on Jan 9, 2021 3:52:54 GMT
"Casting magic? Tricky stuff, that. I do all of my rune-carving in the safety of a burrow, too much can go wrong out in the weird world. Especially this one... I'll keep an eye out for any gem creatures, let you know if I find anything."
While you are talking and the puddle of duck sizzles, Bing-Bing heads back south to the room. You can hear a crash and a clank. Brysael turns with a start, "No no you daft endtable! Lift with your actuators, not your back!"
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 9, 2021 12:51:02 GMT
“Care for some assistance?”
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Post by Spwack on Jan 10, 2021 7:43:41 GMT
"Bings here can be a little single-minded when it comes to tasks, you best stay clear for now."
Following Brysael, you can see Bing-Bing loaded up with a hefty load of scrap metal, limbs readjusting backwards to carry even more. Carefully lead by the artificer, Bing-Bing shuffles south, then west, arriving at the abyss.
"Good evening, Brysael. The usual?"
"Evening, Mr. Bridge. Yes thank you, this should be the last lot. Ahem, 'password'."
The slats of stone rise up to the eastern outcropping, where Bing-Bing carefully shuffles out. Bing-Bing is sent to the northern bridge-edit, there's a crash of metal, then Bing-Bing is deposited back next to Brysael.
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 10, 2021 14:52:05 GMT
“What are you doing?”
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Post by Spwack on Jan 11, 2021 8:00:48 GMT
“Same as pretty much everyone else down here, so far as I can tell. Getting out. I only need a few more parts, and something indestructible to use as the drill-bit, and then I can-“
She stops, and turns to you, eyes narrowing. “And why exactly should I be telling you all of this?”
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 11, 2021 16:05:41 GMT
“It’s nice to have someone who listens.”
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 11, 2021 16:06:43 GMT
Hmmmm trying to remember where the blood drill wound up. I think it’s tangled up in the tunnel of weblike rope.
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Post by Spwack on Jan 12, 2021 12:37:36 GMT
"Hmmm..." Brysael doesn't seem too convinced. What are you going to do next?
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 12, 2021 14:56:25 GMT
“I believe there is a dwarf made drill powered by blood somewhere by gem city, perhaps tangled in the rope web.”
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Post by Spwack on Jan 13, 2021 12:56:26 GMT
"Hmmph" hmmphs Brysael. "Perhaps there is. Blood-magic you say? Powerful stuff. Risky business. And the webworks are a challenging terrain to handle, especially for heavy equipment."
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Post by wingilbear on Jan 13, 2021 14:20:39 GMT
“Indeed but it is one place you may find a drill bit. Have a good day.”
We are at the junction with password huh? I will just go back to cell block zero from here then.
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Post by Spwack on Jan 14, 2021 10:08:04 GMT
Brysael watches you go, looking thoughtful. And you're back! You can continue with whatever you are doing next in the CB0 thread, I'll call this thread finished.
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