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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 23, 2018 7:20:31 GMT
 ... To begin, participate To participate, create a character by filling in the following information Name: Race: Job: Each participant has their own character in this adventure, which follows only that participants commands ... |
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 24, 2018 13:43:19 GMT
Name: Buzzette Stinglass
Race: Beemun
Job: Door-to-Door Perfume Saleslady (Or Rouge if you otherwise prefer)
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 25, 2018 0:45:48 GMT
Buzzette)  With a start, you quite suddenly find yourself standing in the center of a barred room. You've no knowledge of how you have gotten here, or much else for that matter. All you really can remember is awakening just now. A brief glance about the room shows a couple of crude pieces of furniture, a lit torch fastened to the wall, and a series of metal bars covering an empty wall. No immediate exits are present within the room. You check over yourself quickly as well. You are in perfect health, if not a little sore from an uncomfortable rest on the stone floor. You seem to have a number of items still within your inventory as well. (Fragrance Kit)
Used for creating incense, perfumes, and other scented items.
(Jar Of Honey)
A small glass jar of sweet, golden nectar.
(Empty Phial) x3
A small 125ml glass phial.How shall you continue? |
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 25, 2018 3:51:07 GMT
>accost the jars on the top shelf.
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 25, 2018 5:19:10 GMT
Buzzette)  You make your best efforts to claw at the pots, taunting you from their perch. Despite climbing the wooden table within the room, your limbs are too short to reach the clay scoundrels. You'll need to reach them with another method to get at them appropriatley. |
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 25, 2018 5:30:14 GMT
>Place the pillow on the table and then fling the torch at the jars.
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 25, 2018 7:00:17 GMT
Buzzette) With a few preperations made and your determination set upon bringing those pots down to your level, you level the torch in your insectoid claws and prepare to toss the flaming stick.   You pitch the burning torch, and it strikes true against the high shelf!  The two pots rain down to the table below, landing safely on to the pillow you set. You retreive the pots, peeking inside to see your spoils. The long-necked pot contains black, foul substance. You believe it to be oil. Inside the other pot with a green oval painted along its clay frame, is a hunk of green crystal. It's roughly the same size as an apple. You stow both of your prizes into your inventory.  |
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 25, 2018 7:28:29 GMT
>Peak into the mouse hole.
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 25, 2018 17:18:58 GMT
Buzzette)  You begin to lower yourself to further inspect what the mouse hole contains, but the answer readily presents itself as a small white mouse emerges.  In a humble volume, the mouse squeaks, "Ah, a new face! Strange one at that. My my, who are you friend? And why do you smell so... nice?" |
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 26, 2018 1:04:03 GMT
>"Hello my name is Buzzette Stinglass, and I smell so nice due to these fine fragrances from the FragranciCo."
>Aggressively Peddle Wares.
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 26, 2018 16:25:13 GMT
Buzzette) You begin to lambast the little creature with your greatest sales pitch yet.  "Hello my name is Buzzette Stinglass, and I smell so nice due to these fine fragrances from the FragranciCo. You've heard of our new spring line, yes? Four fantastic new fragrances, celebreating the subtle scents of the spring season. I've a couple samples for you to indulge yourself in, if you'd so desire! Did I hear a yes? Of course I did!"You spend some time showing off your luxury perfumes to the mouse for a while. The mouse is somewhat hesitant as you display your wares. "Uhm, I don't have any money Miss Stinglass... Although your perfumes smell... very nice."
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 26, 2018 17:14:04 GMT
>Free Sample the Mouse.
>And maybe afterwards ask him about where you are. That should probably come up eventually.
>Also ask the mouse his name. So we can stop calling him the mouse.
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 27, 2018 1:21:00 GMT
Buzzette) You spray a bit Peachblossom onto the little white mouse. They hack up some of the fumes as the cloud of pure chemicals envelops them, but it leaves the mouse smelling quite nice.  You pick up the creature, to spare your back the ache of hunching over all the time to speak on the mouse's level. You inquire the mouse for it's name. It peeps, "Ah, I've just adjusted to being called Mouse ever since I got here. But, I wouldn't mind having a proper name to be called. Any ideas?"Once the creature in your clawed palm finishes speaking, you ask, "And just where exactly is *here*? Being this place and all." Mouse nods, and motions a stubby paw to the wall of bars on your right. "Take a look outside," Mouse implores.  The Mouse continues as you both overlook the area outside the room. "*Here* is... well I'm not entirely sure. I woke up here maybe a couple days ago, just as I'm sure you have. From what I can gather, we're on a building floating in some big empty ocean of open air. I've seen other buildings floating the this grey space as well, out in the distance. What this all is, I haven't made any real sense of it yet. In my time here, I've met a small number of other beings like you as well. Unfortunately, most haven't been as... talkative. Thankfully, there is another soul here, higher up in the building. We've been trying to find a way out, and make sense of things. I can bring you to them! If... we can get you out of this cell." |
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 27, 2018 2:28:42 GMT
>I'm gonna call you Winslow, Winslow hash out some Ideas.
>Meanwhile, examine the fourth wall.
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 27, 2018 6:08:50 GMT
Buzzette) With Winslow in tow, you investigat the side of the room you've yet to fully scrutinize.  The opposite side of the room reveals an entranceway, blocked by a bar door. To the immediate left of the doorway is a bookshelf, adorned with knick-knacks and books. You spot a small anvil, and a snowglobe, and three tomes of various sizes. You ask your shoulder passenger if they have any ideas as to how exactly you're supposed to escape the cell. Winslow scratches his tiny head, then says, "If I knew for sure I'd have you out of here. Perhaps the bars on the wall and the door can be broken somehow? Or maybe I could take a look down this hallway?" |
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 27, 2018 9:47:37 GMT
>Firstly: Collect the Snowglobe. Its very important.
>Maybe those books have the answers.
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Post by The One Guy on Apr 27, 2018 15:55:14 GMT
This adventure needs more participants.
Name: Randal Starmoor
Race: Fairy
Job: Scientist
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 27, 2018 16:35:48 GMT
Buzzette) You squirrel away the snowglobe into your growing inventory.  You then take a peak at the various books you spotted.  Taking a quick glance at the titles and contents of each book, you find: (|VOL 2| Witchcraft)
Black magic, hexes, and the invocation of spirits and demons for intermediaries. Many of these spells involve the use of alchemical ingredients and magical runes that you can't make heads or tails of.
(STUNT!)
A history of notable stuntmen, and their death defying accomplishments. A photo of a man named "Tooth" giving a thumbs up has been taped to the inside of the book's cover. Below the picture is a small passage written, "Dedicated to my adoring fans. Those 31 teeth were worth the rush of making history."(Bumps in the Night ☾)A book detailing various monsters and their mythology. The monsters detailed range from beasts such as Manticores, Minotaurs, and Beholders, to supernatural beings such as Banshees, Werewolves, and Vampires. The books bindings smell strongly of wheat.Winslow nods solemnly as you both go over the books. "Yes, interesting," the little mouse peeps. "I can't read"
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 27, 2018 17:48:37 GMT
>Take Bumps in the Night. That'll make for some nice casual reading later.
>"Okay winslow, look away for a bit, I'm gonna do something really dumb and I don't want you to look at me."
>Attempt to pick lock with stinger.
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 27, 2018 19:15:44 GMT
Randal)  You awaken in the center of a rather cramped stone room. You've no knowledge of how you have gotten here, or much else for that matter. The extent of your memory is to waking up just now, apart from your name. Glancing around the room, you find in oddly furnished. A large ship wheel and chain are fastened on opposite walls. There is also a barrel, a locked footlocker, and a work table with scattered tools on it's surface. Below is a simple plastic bottle. Directly behind you, you find an open wall enclosed by numerous metal bars. A quick self assessment leaves you happy to know you are in perfect health, with a number of items within your lab coat pockets as well.  (Science Kit)
Used for the concoction and combination of various chemicals.
(Clipboard)
A simple clipboard with an extra strength clip. It contains three sheets of simple white paper.
(Blue Pen)
A blue pen, topped up with ink.
How shall you continue? Buzzette) You leave Winslow on the bookshelf, and politely ask him to avert his gaze from you for a moment. He complies, says, "Ok. Just, um, tell me when I can look again," then turns and covers his eyes. You also snag the Bumps in the Night book into your inventory.  In a fit of either genius, desperation, and cluelessness, you attempt to pick the doors lock with your stinger. You uncomfortably twist yourself to better try and finesse your stinger into the lock. Your razor sharp stinger clatters against the metal lock. You have no idea what you're doing... yet, you feel this might be possible? You'd need to have a stick or a tool that could keep your stinger stable, but you're as confident in your lockpicking ability as your ability to pitch perfumes sales. And that is very confident. |
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 27, 2018 19:27:15 GMT
>There's the former torch, and one of the supports from that shelf, between the two I can probably contrive something to aid in this task.
>Winslow you still can't look.
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Post by The One Guy on Apr 27, 2018 19:46:41 GMT
That's Randal, not Ronald... Anyway: > Examine the tools on the work table. |
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Post by wuzzlz on Apr 27, 2018 20:59:38 GMT
Buzzette) You scavenge the burnt out torch and the wood scrap from the shelf you broke, jury rigging them into a suitable wedge for your stinger. You once again click and clack at the lock with your stinger, all the while assuring Winslow it isn't safe to look yet. A few minutes of attempting to pick the lock, and...  A satifying click marks your success! You trick the feeble metal lock into granting you safe passage, and you creak open the metal gate to the hall beyond.  Beyond is an open hall, that extends to both your right and left. The hall extends deepest down the left corridor, past an ornate pillar with another clay pot sitting atop of it. From the freshly escaped chamber, Winslow calls, "Is it ok to look now, Buzzette?"Randal) ((apologies))  You hover over to the short workbench. It's quite bare, and all that resides on it is two simple tools. A hammer, or pick of some kind, and a flat-blade screwdriver. A number of pegs rest on the back of the workbench for holding tools, except the racks are evidently bare. |
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Post by The One Guy on Apr 27, 2018 21:08:12 GMT
> Take the tools and attempt to investigate the sounds from nearby.
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Post by sirblizz98 on Apr 27, 2018 21:11:50 GMT
>Yes it's okay to look now.
>Shake that pot for valuables.
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