Nonetheless, I pocket a small hole from a can, and motion towards the hole in the wall that looks the most interesting. The one next to the filing cabinet filled with swiss cheese and sives.
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Posts: 1696 (09/17/07 20:53:12) |
Unfazed, I lead us through to a large storeroom. It doesn't appear to be a very well kept storeroom though. The crates seem rotten, and falling to pieces, the drawers are mostly empty, (or have no bottoms), there are cupboards that merely give way to gaping voids, and there's a huge fissure in the floor here. What's the point of all this? Unless, of course, this is in fact the Repository of Holes. I suppose that explains things, not that it makes much sense.
Nonetheless, I pocket a small hole from a can, and motion towards the hole in the wall that looks the most interesting. The one next to the filing cabinet filled with swiss cheese and sives. |
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Posts: 476 (09/18/07 09:00:40) |
I step through the hole. It's pitch black on the other side. I don't mean a room without light, we can see ourselves and each other, but it's as if a goth when crazy with a bucket of tar in here. Floor, walls, ceiling, it's all black. There's this weird cruching noise as we walk through, accompanied by this clicking noise that seems to be coming from everywhere at once. In fact, all that black seems to be moving...
A sharp pain peirces my leg. "Ow!" I shout, reflexivly swating... Only to discovering I'm swatting at a scorpion. @(*$^ the whole rooms covering in scorpions! It must be the Brutal Scorpions' Keep! Trying not to panic, I dig out my poison treatment packs, while everyone else is being stung too. Unfortunatly, I drop them and they disappear into the mass of scorpions. The door is under there too. *whimper* |
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Posts: 2968 (09/29/07 17:07:24) |
Scorpions! Ahahaugh!
"Intergalactic Lampshade Violent Pencil Death!!!" I have no idea what it does, but when the smoke clears, we're in an entirely different room. It's much smaller and free of scorpions, save for the few leftovers impaled on pencils in the corners. A spotty face peeks out from under a heavy quilt on the bed before us. I'm not sure which one of its two distinctive traits is the most surprising: the one eye in the middle, or the huge boils everywhere else. He coughs violently, and wheezes at us to leave, while a one-eyed nurse bustles over to scold us. "Who's there? Please, I beg you to leave at once - the Cyclops's Sickroom is terribly contagious!" Maybe she can cure our scorpion stings - I for one am getting awfully hot and itchy all of a sudden... ----- ~ Wolfgang Kaiser, Zeppelin Vigilante ~ "Kidnapping Nubile Victorian Ladies Since 1867" |
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Posts: 265 (09/29/07 19:51:17) |
The nurse ushers us out of the room, adminstering ampoules to those suffering from unusually large numbers of scorpion stings. Turns out she shoved us into a rickety elevator, which began a rapid decent. When we reach bottom, a myriad of smells wafts from the caverns before us. A sign on the wall reads: Don't touch anything, move anything, breathe on anything, and most importantly, NO FIRE!!!
this must be the Alchemists' Mine. And then I realize as the beatstick/henchman, I'm actualy carrying two torches... "Uh-Oh." |
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Posts: 1696 (09/30/07 02:46:34) |
We rush back into the elevator and bash the up button. As it creaks and groans, lifting us, the mine ignites! The force of the explosion beats upon the floor of the elevator, flinging us skyward. We smash up through the roof, and get a glorious view of the northern wing of the dungeon, as well as a large, glistening black oval which we are now plummetting towards.
We break our fall on a bunch of hydrae (and the gladiators they were in the process of eating) and lay in shock for some time. Intenesely curious, I stare at the walls of the ring. They're actually tiers of seating, a shocked and somewhat bemused audience I surveying us, and some sort of emperor doesn't look like he's too pleased at the crushing of his hydrae. The sun comes out from behind a cloud, and the smooth, shiny surface gleams at us. At the far end of the oval, a large portcullis opens, and out crawls a collosal Displacer Chihuahua. It looks like we're going to have to fight it to escape through the portcullis from the Obsidian Coliseum. Any takers? |
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Posts: 476 (09/30/07 06:31:07) |
I'm on it! I grab the Grimore and hit the Chihuahua with a Heavenly Transfiguration of the Toothpaste Demon spell. There is a roaring monsrosity of goey minty-freshness in front of us that explodes in a flash of light, covering us and the rat-dog with toothpaste. I grab everyone and make a run for the door.
We come out in a small chapel with a scorch mark where the altar should be. The door slams behind us, but when we turn, its gone! We're trapped! An old woman in priestly garb appears from behind a pillar. "Welcome to the Damned Chapel of Holiness. You'll be staying here a while; there are no doors in or out." Okay, I fought the chihuahua, it someone else's turn to solve this puzzle. |
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Posts: 223 (11/04/07 03:09:05) |
My brain turns on. "Hey, I've read about this place! It's a Magical Disturbance Loop generated from a Non-Localized Field. It's quite simple to disrupt, all you need is to find the Destabilization Point and insert a Cabalistic Negation Matrix."
I realise now that no-one has understood a single word. "Never mind, I'll do it myself. Stand back, please." I stand at one end of the Chapel and prepare myself for a run-up to the end wall. "If this works, it's likely to take us all through via a simple Nexus Vortex, so don't worry about entry procedures." I run at full pelt towards where the Altar has once stood, and plunge my sword into the center of the scorch mark. The vortex opens, and we are all transported through, into the Repository of the Elementals. There is a large statue standing in the center of the room, with lots of chests, full to the brim with scrolls, treasure and weapons, around, on shelves, and (strangely) on the ceiling. |
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Posts: 481 (05/06/08 21:27:31) |
Good gracious, we've spent more than half a year in the Repository of the Elementals! Have we been poking around for useful gear, or can we not find a way
out? Because, y'know, I'm almost certain this statue can be pushed aside to reveal a trapdoor.
*physical exertion* There, see? I fling open the trapdoor triumphantly, and we descend a small staircase and pass through an archway into a wide open courtyard, unique in that the walls appear to be made of black iron. Strewn across the marble floor are hundreds of large, slightly irregular square slabs of iron, each etched with a single portion of a massive illustration. They look very suspiciously like giant puzzle pieces to me. We may just be in the Iron Plaza of Puzzles. The inscription on the enormous, impregnable door at the end of the plaza is telling us we need to solve the puzzle to proceed - but I'm fairly certain I don't want to go to all that effort. Any ideas? "Kidnapping Nubile Victorian Ladies Since 1867" |
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Posts: 3106 (05/06/08 22:10:19) |
I may have been asleep for several pages, but I jerk back to life and cry, "I HAVE AN IDEA!" I run forward and smash through the supposed
impregnable door which turns out to be made of ricepaper.
Some people move in lesbian circles. I move in bisexual dodecahedrons. |
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Posts: 1686 (05/07/08 07:35:34) |
Trapdoor in the floor, please. I've had enough of up at the moment, it always seems to precede an unpleasantly sudden descent for us lot. I grab the iron
ring in the middle of the trapdoor and haul it open, revealing a sturdy looking ladder descending into blackness. Well, with any luck, it won't give way,
I'll go first.
At the base of the...whatever it was...we find ourselves viewing....viewing, is that the right word? Anyway, facing the inner walls of a great keep. Appreciating the workmanship, I make to stroke the...hmm....sand? Clay? Rock? Anyway, plywood of the.....what was I saying? Come to think of it, who in blazes are you lot? I was just saying, we probably shouldn't stick around the Enchanted Keep of Amnesia too long, or we might....uh....do the thing with the thing? Lose our mammaries? Yeah, that sounds right. |
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