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Post by Roara on Apr 19, 2008 11:21:28 GMT -5
"That seemed to work." Evan's voice was immature, but he still spoke with his adult vocabulary. Before going through the door, he looked down at himself, then back at at the room, searching for at least his short sword.
"Err.. You first, I think you are a little less vulnerable."
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Post by piñata on Apr 20, 2008 17:21:58 GMT -5
(Short posts can still be high-quality, if the poster is a good enough writer. Don't worry about it, Vaidia.)
Pinata nodded. "We'll keep you in the middle until I figure out which counterspell to use to restore you to normal," he assured Evan.
Turning to the woman, he asked her, "Did you want point position, or rear guard?" If she wanted to be in front, he wouldn't stop her... she seemed like she could handle herself, and her sharp senses could probably pick out threats before he knew something bad was coming.
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Post by Vaidia on Apr 22, 2008 15:31:23 GMT -5
((Oh, I know a short post can still be good. But that one, I want to have fun going into detail... eventually.))
Her mind tripped still over the now-child, scrambled at organizing itself into order of reason and non-prejudice. Appearances were what not what phased her, not what made her feel such odd disbelief. Her opinions were set on the who of a person, the whats they did and why behind them. She cared more for action then the facade; the grins of the mind than of the lip. It wasn't this, this sight she found the one in front of her that could drive her to wanting to find faith lost. Refusal to admit it became her own shell, hiding away any sign of the doubt fraying at the edge of her mind.
But still, A child?
"Point," She would say, her voice subdued from both cation and pain from the wounds treatment in the dark chamber. The decision was made in an instant moment, decided as the best thing, firmly dissolving all sign of deliberation in her mind. Though to stay in the behind would be best for more thoughts and schemes, for hiding and cowering her wound into the dark. She knew that this place would not last for a forever and her sloppy job of treatment would be found by the mage. She did not want to be in debt to him any more. It was also to not allow her to dwell on thoughts unreasonable, for to be the lead meant attention not on oneself but to that around.
Taking mighty meekened strides, the warrior slipped ahead, through the magic blasted passageway, resting her unwounded hand upon the hilt of her blade, broadening out her senses to that beyond and around. Her right, injured limb wrapped daintlessly around her front, still shaking slightly from the shock it had just felt. She was sure the bandage was already soak'd to its content with life's blood, yet knew from moments of mental change before that it would be hidden in dark... For now.
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Post by piñata on Apr 23, 2008 10:17:06 GMT -5
Pinata nodded. "I'll bring up the rear, then," he said, watching the woman slip into the passageway he had just opened. He found that he was increasingly fascinated by her, not a romantic fascination per se (though he wouldn't mind at all if that sort of relationship developed between them), but more of a generalized "Who is she and what made her the way she is?" sort of fascination.
He saw that she had her hand on the hilt of her blade, prepared to meet trouble with swift and certain death if further trouble came, and mimicked her actions, checking that his own sword was clear in its scabbard and keeping his right hand near it at all times. His other hand he raised slightly, and magical light emanated from its palm, illuminating the way ahead for those in front of him in the dark passageway. The backlighting flattered the woman's form, and he realized he would have to make a serious effort to not get distracted by the scenery.
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Post by Roara on Apr 23, 2008 18:32:46 GMT -5
The ahead passage way was dimly illuminated by Pinata's spell. The markings on the walls represented zig zags. The arched roof supporting the massive weight above it.
"I'm sorry guys." Evan said. His voice was much more high pitched. It reflected the much more childish look in his eyes, which were wide and shining with tears ready to run down his cheeks.
"I let you all down. This should never had happened. I ruined our hopes and our dreams and failed everyone who trusted us."
The path curved into a wide open chamber. The room was dotted with small ten foot wide platforms, that if you looked closely were shapped like tree trunks, sorrow in their bark, being once great trees sliced down for passage way. The floor ended suddenly, but this time they did not fall, instead observing the room around them.
(woo for platforming)
"Anyone have a rope?" Evan suggested, looking at the two. But then he realized they had left everything behind. Their food, their supplied, and their other clothes.
"Or..."
He looked at the ceiling. There seemed to be an endless Chasm above too, but he noticed something that could help.
"Look there, hanging from the ceiling!" He pointed to long vines hanging down, about nine feet above the general platform level.
"Anyone wanna take a leap?"
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Post by piñata on Apr 24, 2008 11:08:38 GMT -5
Pinata looked up at the vines. He touched them with his mind, letting pure green magical energy flow into him. The vines responded by growing a couple of inches.
"They should be easier to reach now," he said. He placed a hand on Evan's shoulder and added in a quieter, more solemn voice, "Nobody could have seen this coming. It's not your fault it happened. And as long as you're alive, you haven't failed either. There's a way out of this, and I'll get this scumbag to tell us what it is even if I have to torture him for weeks."
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Post by Roara on Apr 28, 2008 10:42:11 GMT -5
"Alright." Is all Evan could muster out of his mouth. He could see yet another door on the far end of the Chamber.
"Pinata, can I trust you enough to throw me?" He asked, looking up at his old friend.
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Post by piñata on Apr 28, 2008 11:03:08 GMT -5
"Yeah," Pinata said. "You're not an actual dwarf, so I guess it's okay. Any particular direction you want to be thrown?" He wasn't exactly sure where Evan was going with this, so he didn't want to just throw him toward the vines and then hope for the best if he wanted to end up in front of that door over there instead.
(OOC: Cookies to anyone who gets the dwarf reference.)
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Post by Roara on Apr 28, 2008 18:15:10 GMT -5
(Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers)
"Pinata, throw me to that ledge there-" He pointed to a stump that was about seven feet away.
"I know the two of you can probably jump this, but I can't. But it looks like the other stumps are farther, and I am not sure how well this will work... Any suggestions?"
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Post by piñata on Apr 29, 2008 14:10:28 GMT -5
Pinata thought about it. If he had a broomstick, he could fly... but that suggestion wouldn't be much help to the other two. Then, it came to him. "I could levitate one of the larger stumps, and we could all three stand on it," he said. "Then we could move toward the door without jumping, and conserve our energy for whatever lies on the other side. I'd just have to cut the stump loose first. Which one looks like it could carry all three of us?"
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Post by Roara on Apr 29, 2008 18:11:37 GMT -5
"Are you sure you're up to it?" Evan asked
"How would we cut it though? I don't want us to die here of all places."
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Post by Roara on Apr 30, 2008 9:36:34 GMT -5
(err sorry pinata, but I think you misunderstood... There is another bottomless pit if you don't land on a stump..)
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Post by piñata on Apr 30, 2008 17:37:44 GMT -5
(So there's no way to grab the bottom of the stump? This video game must suck.)
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Post by Roara on Apr 30, 2008 18:09:50 GMT -5
(Nope, its a pit with a bunch of platforms. But after this room you're basically out of the dungeon)
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Post by piñata on May 1, 2008 16:53:06 GMT -5
(And hopefully will have more open-ended RPing ahead of us... this is getting a little frustrating, I almost feel godmodded.)
Pinata levitated one of the platforms -- 'stump' was probably the worst possible word to describe something that was floating in midair rather than rooted to the ground -- over to the edge so that the party could simply step onto it. Then he started steering it across the pit, batting other platforms aside with his blade as needed so they didn't crash. The blade was goblin silver, so there was very little risk of it breaking.
(Okay, I've left it open so that something can happen before we get all the way across if you need it to.)
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