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| − | <div></div><div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) A worried looking human girl stands waiting in the lobby of the Interplanar Studies building, periodically checking her comms for replies to her hasty summons. She periodically looks back over her shoulder down the hall.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) The first to answer the call is a Fox Taur, who ambles into the lobby. The teal and silver colored fox smiles as he makes it it in. "There was a call out for help?" he asks, looking rather curious.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) The sound of a car door shutting can be heard from outside the building, and a few minutes later a similar sound, as a trunk is shut. Shortly after that the door opens to admit a mechanical medusa. Upon fully entering, Arimia coils up and settles onto her scales in a seated position, twin revolvers at her hips, along side her sword. She glances toward the fox taur before focusing on the human, though as yet she does not say anything. </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the human looking girl and the two strangers. "I'</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker fixing.</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the human looking girl and the two strangers. "I'd assume so.." He wandered up, glancing at the three of them. "So what seems to be the problem?" He tilted his head.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) A mild chill settles in the air as a fourth mutant sweeps in through the door, black hair atangle around her face. She looks human at first glance, but appears to be missing a few limbs, hands and feet floating unfixed in the air around her armor as she glides a short distance above the ground. Ysadora sunken eyes flit around until they find the girl and she flushes, approaching. "New agent Ysadora reporting! Did you send out the call, um, ma'am?"</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The young woman looks at the arriving agents and nods. "You will do, I guess," she says, "You can call me Cassandra. I am the researcher over extraplanar artifacts here at the Interdimensional Studies building. Please follow me and I will explain what is going on." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She turns and leads the way down the hallway. There are a few offices and conference rooms, but she passes them by, leading the way to what seems to be an indoor storage facility with rows and rows of garage door style storage units. She stops by one labeled 707 and waits for everyone to join her. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"This is the locked containment unit for an extradimensional... board game," she explains, "And I am afraid that I need you to go inside and play it." You can all see that the garage door is raised off the ground about three feet, halfway open.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy Chuckles softly "Ah, so the board game is at it agian." he says "</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) "Alright. I definitly can plan and get this done." he says and starts to head down the hallway.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia adopts a vaguely amused expression at the woman's initial assessment of the group, for some reason, but offers no complaints as she follows along behind Cassandra. The serpentine woman starts toward the garage door, though she pauses upon reaching it. Looking back at Cassandra she asks, her voice accentless aside from a mechanical twang to it, "Before I go in, should I fetch my tent and the like? Basically, should I prepare for an extended stay in a hostile area?" </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker followed after Cassandra, stopping at the door. "A board game..?" He shrugged. "I mean not like I have anything better to do." He smirked. "I hope its Monopoly..." He leaned down peeking inside the door.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora floats along with the group, fiddling with her equipment, which looks to have been put on in a rush. A black wax candle nearly falls from one of her hands before she catches it with another that floats into place below. "Playing a board game sounds...simple enough, I guess? But if this is the Interdimensional Studies building, I'm willing to bed this is no ordinary game like monopoly."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Cassandra nods at Willy. "Yes," she says, "Or more specifically, your idiot tanuki friend has broken in again. I wish I could figure out how he is doing it." She shakes her head. "The game is meant to be played by no fewer than three individuals, so he is stuck until someone shows up and plays. Don't worry, the game will tell you how to play it and provide anything you need. It only takes about two hours or so to play." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She turns and raises the garage door, revealing a small, clean storage unit containing only a little card table and a worn looking game box covered with a faded painting of billowing clouds and the words "A Strange Place" emblazoned on it. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Good luck," Cassandra says, letting the group enter and closing the door behind them.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy chuckles a little and sighs "That Tanuki seems to get into everything." he says with a laugh before he starts to sit down in the first seat. "Minor note to people, knowing he's stuck, whoever you choose as Companion Fenris will likely become" he says, before he awaits for the choices to appear.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) After making her way over toward the table, Arimia coils up and settles onto her coils, once more, in a seated position. She examines the game box as she idly comments, "Well. Let's see what sort of game we are playing." </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker approached the box, taking a place at one of the sides of the table. "and its not even monopoly." He sat down on the floor, looking down at the box. He glanced at the others in the room. "So.. we all ready?"</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora sits down in the final spot, chains clinking slightly as they make contact with the surface below. "Companion? Have you played this game before, then?" She leans down to study the faded box, careful not to drip any water on it. "Oh, but I'm ready, I suppose."</div><div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) As soon as the box is touched, blue smoke billows out, filling the room and hiding the door and walls, though the table and the four players remain visible. Then thin tendrils of smoke start to write in the air before each person. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Willy reads, "Name a Genre." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Arimia reads, "Name a Setting." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Booker reads, "State an Adjective." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Ysadora reads, "Choose a Companion."</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy thinks about it for a moment, and is about to say something but stops. "Ummm....Adventure?" he says, thinking that was meant to be named.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Staring at the smoke, Arimia tilts her head slightly to one side. She glances over at Willy before she says, "Dracula Castle, Romania."</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker stared at the smoke for a minute. "Well thats new... uh.." He thought for a moment. "Eldrich." He looked at the others, wondering if they could see the smoke-crafted words infront of him. "We're off to a strange start..." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora ponders for a long moment. "Well, since Booker mentioned monopoly earlier, how about a dog for the companion? But we can make it a Frankenstein Dog, to match the setting. Like, all stitched together."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The thin smoke writing vanishes and new writing appears to everyone. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"State Something True about this new world." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Meanwhile, red smoke forms in the air... "Eldritch Adventure in Dracula Castle." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Each player is also prompted to make a character with one thing they are good at and one thing they are bad at.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy Turns his head a little at this. "Signs of battle are seen within the castle, from what is not known." he says before looking at the new prompt "Detective, good at Investigation, bad at alertness."</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia narrows her eyes at the new writing in the smoke. After a few moments of contemplation says, "It is the middle of winter." Then she settles back slightly, a small frown and says, "Ascetic monk with an unshakable will, but bad at interpersonal skills." </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker placed his elbows on the table. "Uh... The castle has hidden rooms." He paused. "Laborer, Strong, but dumb as a rock." He chuckled watching Ysadora for her answer.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora squints as she thinks. "Uh, it's true that this castle has a forbidden underground laboratory, that should be fun. And my character is a pianist who is good at fine manipulation with her dexterous fingers but bad at taking a hit." She chuckles. "That's kind of the opposite of me, lately."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The smoke swirls, and everyone is momentarily blinded by the blinding fog. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>When the smoke clears, the group finds themselves in a huge, sumptuously decorated dining hall. A fire roars in the huge, stone fireplace and snow falls gently outside the tall, gothic style windows. in the middle of the room, the huge dining table is broken in half and several ornate chairs are shattered to matchsticks. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>An extra person has also appeared! A burly tanuki has joined the party and he looks around curiously. "Oh! Hey guys!" he says waving, "Imagine all of you showing up at the same time as-" he is interrupted as blue smoke swirls around him. When it clears, the tanuki has been replaced with a huge dog, apparently pieced together from several equally large dogs. "Ruh roh," he growls. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>None of you are sure how you got here, but Detective, Monk, Worker, and Pianist all know that something strange and terrible is walking these halls with them.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) As Willy appears in the scene, he is now dressed in a giant trench coat, which drapes down over his back half. Looking to the others, and wears buisness wear over his top half and has a wide brimmed hat. "Hmm....he says, as he pulls out a magnifying glass form his coat, and looks over the displaced table.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Looking toward the others Arimia, now dressed in a tan robe rather than her usual qipao and with a conical hat atop her snake-covered head, frowns slightly. She opens her mouth, as though to say something, before grimacing slightly and shaking her head, pointedly turning her attention away from the others and toward the room as a whole. </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker looked around, then down at the table. "Table broken." He smiles to himself. He then lifts half of the table up, looking underneath. His attire for the most part the same, excepted his shirt was heavily stained.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora appears much the same, save that her skeletal armor has been replaced with a prim, tight tuxedo and slacks with a bow tie. Each of her eight floating hands is now wearing a white glove. She shivers and moves closer to the fire, eyes sweeping the shattered chairs. "This place... Something terrible happened here, but what?"</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) There is nothing here in the dining room to really indicate what is going on, but there is a sound of a distant bell. It is 11 o'clock... <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Booker has no trouble shifting aside the table. There is nothing useful underneath, just some remnants of whatever meal was on the table earlier. In this case, it appears to be a human hand...</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) "Hmmm...." the sharply dressed Fox Taur goes, tucking his magnifying glass away. "Looks like signs of weaponized combat here, and the Table was likely a casualty of it." he says, before looking about the room more. "Unless they were pruposedly breaking it, but I would not know what for." As he says this he hears the bell "Huh, guess there is someone alive here...or thats on some sort of automatic timer" he says, before looking over the room more.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Frowning slightly Arimia comments, "There's been a fight. Just say fight." The Monk starts to make her way toward the fireplace of the dining hall, lips curling into a sneer as she mutters, "Weaponized combat... Seriously? Ugh." She pauses by the fireplace, looking for a poker to stir the fire with, and to warm up some from the cold of a large stone hall in winter. </div> | + | <div></div><div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) A worried looking human girl stands waiting in the lobby of the Interplanar Studies building, periodically checking her comms for replies to her hasty summons. She periodically looks back over her shoulder down the hall.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) The first to answer the call is a Fox Taur, who ambles into the lobby. The teal and silver colored fox smiles as he makes it it in. "There was a call out for help?" he asks, looking rather curious.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) The sound of a car door shutting can be heard from outside the building, and a few minutes later a similar sound, as a trunk is shut. Shortly after that the door opens to admit a mechanical medusa. Upon fully entering, Arimia coils up and settles onto her scales in a seated position, twin revolvers at her hips, along side her sword. She glances toward the fox taur before focusing on the human, though as yet she does not say anything. </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the human looking girl and the two strangers. "I'</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker fixing.</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the human looking girl and the two strangers. "I'd assume so.." He wandered up, glancing at the three of them. "So what seems to be the problem?" He tilted his head.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) A mild chill settles in the air as a fourth mutant sweeps in through the door, black hair atangle around her face. She looks human at first glance, but appears to be missing a few limbs, hands and feet floating unfixed in the air around her armor as she glides a short distance above the ground. Ysadora sunken eyes flit around until they find the girl and she flushes, approaching. "New agent Ysadora reporting! Did you send out the call, um, ma'am?"</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The young woman looks at the arriving agents and nods. "You will do, I guess," she says, "You can call me Cassandra. I am the researcher over extraplanar artifacts here at the Interdimensional Studies building. Please follow me and I will explain what is going on." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She turns and leads the way down the hallway. There are a few offices and conference rooms, but she passes them by, leading the way to what seems to be an indoor storage facility with rows and rows of garage door style storage units. She stops by one labeled 707 and waits for everyone to join her. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"This is the locked containment unit for an extradimensional... board game," she explains, "And I am afraid that I need you to go inside and play it." You can all see that the garage door is raised off the ground about three feet, halfway open.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy Chuckles softly "Ah, so the board game is at it agian." he says "</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) "Alright. I definitly can plan and get this done." he says and starts to head down the hallway.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia adopts a vaguely amused expression at the woman's initial assessment of the group, for some reason, but offers no complaints as she follows along behind Cassandra. The serpentine woman starts toward the garage door, though she pauses upon reaching it. Looking back at Cassandra she asks, her voice accentless aside from a mechanical twang to it, "Before I go in, should I fetch my tent and the like? Basically, should I prepare for an extended stay in a hostile area?" </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker followed after Cassandra, stopping at the door. "A board game..?" He shrugged. "I mean not like I have anything better to do." He smirked. "I hope its Monopoly..." He leaned down peeking inside the door.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora floats along with the group, fiddling with her equipment, which looks to have been put on in a rush. A black wax candle nearly falls from one of her hands before she catches it with another that floats into place below. "Playing a board game sounds...simple enough, I guess? But if this is the Interdimensional Studies building, I'm willing to bed this is no ordinary game like monopoly."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) Cassandra nods at Willy. "Yes," she says, "Or more specifically, your idiot tanuki friend has broken in again. I wish I could figure out how he is doing it." She shakes her head. "The game is meant to be played by no fewer than three individuals, so he is stuck until someone shows up and plays. Don't worry, the game will tell you how to play it and provide anything you need. It only takes about two hours or so to play." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She turns and raises the garage door, revealing a small, clean storage unit containing only a little card table and a worn looking game box covered with a faded painting of billowing clouds and the words "A Strange Place" emblazoned on it. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Good luck," Cassandra says, letting the group enter and closing the door behind them.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy chuckles a little and sighs "That Tanuki seems to get into everything." he says with a laugh before he starts to sit down in the first seat. "Minor note to people, knowing he's stuck, whoever you choose as Companion Fenris will likely become" he says, before he awaits for the choices to appear.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) After making her way over toward the table, Arimia coils up and settles onto her coils, once more, in a seated position. She examines the game box as she idly comments, "Well. Let's see what sort of game we are playing." </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker approached the box, taking a place at one of the sides of the table. "and its not even monopoly." He sat down on the floor, looking down at the box. He glanced at the others in the room. "So.. we all ready?"</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora sits down in the final spot, chains clinking slightly as they make contact with the surface below. "Companion? Have you played this game before, then?" She leans down to study the faded box, careful not to drip any water on it. "Oh, but I'm ready, I suppose."</div><div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) As soon as the box is touched, blue smoke billows out, filling the room and hiding the door and walls, though the table and the four players remain visible. Then thin tendrils of smoke start to write in the air before each person. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Willy reads, "Name a Genre." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Arimia reads, "Name a Setting." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Booker reads, "State an Adjective." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Ysadora reads, "Choose a Companion."</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy thinks about it for a moment, and is about to say something but stops. "Ummm....Adventure?" he says, thinking that was meant to be named.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Staring at the smoke, Arimia tilts her head slightly to one side. She glances over at Willy before she says, "Dracula Castle, Romania."</div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker stared at the smoke for a minute. "Well thats new... uh.." He thought for a moment. "Eldrich." He looked at the others, wondering if they could see the smoke-crafted words infront of him. "We're off to a strange start..." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora ponders for a long moment. "Well, since Booker mentioned monopoly earlier, how about a dog for the companion? But we can make it a Frankenstein Dog, to match the setting. Like, all stitched together."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The thin smoke writing vanishes and new writing appears to everyone. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"State Something True about this new world." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Meanwhile, red smoke forms in the air... "Eldritch Adventure in Dracula Castle." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Each player is also prompted to make a character with one thing they are good at and one thing they are bad at.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy Turns his head a little at this. "Signs of battle are seen within the castle, from what is not known." he says before looking at the new prompt "Detective, good at Investigation, bad at alertness."</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia narrows her eyes at the new writing in the smoke. After a few moments of contemplation says, "It is the middle of winter." Then she settles back slightly, a small frown and says, "Ascetic monk with an unshakable will, but bad at interpersonal skills." </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker placed his elbows on the table. "Uh... The castle has hidden rooms." He paused. "Laborer, Strong, but dumb as a rock." He chuckled watching Ysadora for her answer.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora squints as she thinks. "Uh, it's true that this castle has a forbidden underground laboratory, that should be fun. And my character is a pianist who is good at fine manipulation with her dexterous fingers but bad at taking a hit." She chuckles. "That's kind of the opposite of me, lately."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The smoke swirls, and everyone is momentarily blinded by the blinding fog. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>When the smoke clears, the group finds themselves in a huge, sumptuously decorated dining hall. A fire roars in the huge, stone fireplace and snow falls gently outside the tall, gothic style windows. in the middle of the room, the huge dining table is broken in half and several ornate chairs are shattered to matchsticks. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>An extra person has also appeared! A burly tanuki has joined the party and he looks around curiously. "Oh! Hey guys!" he says waving, "Imagine all of you showing up at the same time as-" he is interrupted as blue smoke swirls around him. When it clears, the tanuki has been replaced with a huge dog, apparently pieced together from several equally large dogs. "Ruh roh," he growls. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>None of you are sure how you got here, but Detective, Monk, Worker, and Pianist all know that something strange and terrible is walking these halls with them.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) As Willy appears in the scene, he is now dressed in a giant trench coat, which drapes down over his back half. Looking to the others, and wears buisness wear over his top half and has a wide brimmed hat. "Hmm....he says, as he pulls out a magnifying glass form his coat, and looks over the displaced table.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Looking toward the others Arimia, now dressed in a tan robe rather than her usual qipao and with a conical hat atop her snake-covered head, frowns slightly. She opens her mouth, as though to say something, before grimacing slightly and shaking her head, pointedly turning her attention away from the others and toward the room as a whole. </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker looked around, then down at the table. "Table broken." He smiles to himself. He then lifts half of the table up, looking underneath. His attire for the most part the same, excepted his shirt was heavily stained.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora appears much the same, save that her skeletal armor has been replaced with a prim, tight tuxedo and slacks with a bow tie. Each of her eight floating hands is now wearing a white glove. She shivers and moves closer to the fire, eyes sweeping the shattered chairs. "This place... Something terrible happened here, but what?"</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) There is nothing here in the dining room to really indicate what is going on, but there is a sound of a distant bell. It is 11 o'clock... <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Booker has no trouble shifting aside the table. There is nothing useful underneath, just some remnants of whatever meal was on the table earlier. In this case, it appears to be a human hand...</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) "Hmmm...." the sharply dressed Fox Taur goes, tucking his magnifying glass away. "Looks like signs of weaponized combat here, and the Table was likely a casualty of it." he says, before looking about the room more. "Unless they were pruposedly breaking it, but I would not know what for." As he says this he hears the bell "Huh, guess there is someone alive here...or thats on some sort of automatic timer" he says, before looking over the room more.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Frowning slightly Arimia comments, "There's been a fight. Just say fight." The Monk starts to make her way toward the fireplace of the dining hall, lips curling into a sneer as she mutters, "Weaponized combat... Seriously? Ugh." She pauses by the fireplace, looking for a poker to stir the fire with, and to warm up some from the cold of a large stone hall in winter. </div><div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker picked up the hand, slapping it against his own hand. "High five!" He chuckled dumbly. He then tossed it across the room. He wandered around the room, randomly touching things like an unsupervised toddler. "Room big." He leaned on a random section of wall. "Nothin' fun in here."</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) "Someone must have been here recently to light this fire, right? Do you think that happened before or after the battle? Unless..." Ysadora follows a horrible hunch to peer more closely at the licking flames and whatever might be fueling them.</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) As Detective Willy walks around the room, he notices something odd about the fireplace. Examining the ornate, grotesque carvings on the hearth, he reaches out to press down on the tongue of a fanged monstrosity carved in the stone. It moves with a loud click and the rear wall of the fireplace opens with a sound of grinding stone, revealing a secret passage. At the same time, the carved face chomps down on his hand with a bloody CRUNCH! It does not hold on, just wounds and releases before licking the blood from its stone chops then going still again. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The fire appears to be perfectly ordinary, fueled only by wood. Arimia could probably clear the way with poker she has found. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Meanwhile, Booker has stumbled upon a secret passage of his own! Leaning against the wall, the panel gives way and pivots open, dumping him directly onto a snow covered, narrow ledge on the outside of the castle! He dangles precariously over the edge until the friendly FrankenDog bound up and drags him back from the precipice!</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy starts to say "Well that is an..." before he yelps from the loud chomp and he stumbles backward, and he looks down at his mangled hand. "What in the darkest realms..." he goes, his face grimacing from the pain and the blood from it. </div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Showing a complete lack of concern for the wounded, or the one who ended up out in the cold, Arimia leans in to peer past the flames. "Huh. Wonder where this leads." Using the poker the serpentine monk shoves the firewood to the side, some spilling out of the fireplace itself, so that there's enough room to get passed. She then bends down to grab a bit of wood that's only burning on one end. "I'm going to find out." Torch in one hand, poker in the other, she slips into the passage. </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker pets the dog. "Big fall. Big hole" He shoved the panel hard. "Stupid wall." He looked to the others. "I make hole in wall!" He waved at the group around the fireplace. He walked away from the hole and toward the fireplace. "Cold." He looked at the stone face adorning it. "Ugly." He just hauled off and punched it.</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) "Hey Booker! Quit messing around over there, we've found a hidden route!" Ysadora follows along behind Arimia, carefully stepping her nanotubules over the disturbed firewood and running her hands over the sides of the walls.</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The ugly face that concealed the door switch shatters under Booker's fist and a strange shadow rises from it, breaking apart into whisps with a quiet moan... <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Beyond the fireplace is a dark, stone corridor, just wide enough for the party to walk single file and not much taller than an average human. It is a bit of a squeeze for the brutish Booker. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Periodically, along the walls, there seem to be little viewing hatches and a cold wind occasionally blows down the tunnel from up ahead.</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy looking back to the table, he sees some shorn piece of table cloth and sighs "Not the greatest but it will do to get it done..." he says, before sitting down on his lowers and using his off hand to bandage up his other, and his teeth to tear the cloth. Once it's satisfactory for him, he looks up, and notices people entering the passage "www...wait up!" he says as he does his best to duck in, the passing too tall for his body.</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia proceeds down the passage, though she pauses at each hatch to look through them. At Willy's call she calls back, "Don't be slow!" Unlike some the serpentine woman has no problem fitting through the passage, her smaller size serving her well in doing so. </div> <div title="Booker" style="margin-top:2em">(Booker) Booker scoots into the passage, Not paying the spirit any mind, using his hands to slide himself forward. "passage so small." He narrowed his eyes to try and see. "So dark. I no like dark."</div> <div title="Ysadora" style="margin-top:2em">(Ysadora) Ysadora furrows her eyebrows as she peeks out one of the nearby viewing hatch. "Did anyone just hear that moan?" Always having been compact of frame, she floats through the small passage without any issue, myriad hands still patting and brushing the surrounding walls.</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The passage is indeed very dark. Arimia's light does little to alleviate the gloom, casting weird, flickering shadows. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Peering through various hatches reveals limited views to many different rooms. A dusty bedroom, a well lit, though empty study, a library with shelves and books toppled and torn as if by the passing of the battle that ruined the dining room table, even a rather frightening looking torture chamber. A replica, surely. The owner of this castle has some strange tastes... <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Ysadora, a few paces behind checks a hatch that Arimia recently left behind and is stunned to find herself looking into a pair of glowing crimson eyes!</div> <div title="Arimia" style="margin-top:2em">(Arimia) Arimia pauses by one of the hatches, specifically the one peering into the library. Using the torch in her hands she examines the wall around said hatch, holding the torch closer to the wall for lighting. "Wonder if there's some way into these rooms from here. The poker is moved to be tucked under the arm holding her torch, leaving her other hand free to roam along the stone of the wall. "If not then we'll just have to follow the passage to it's end." </div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">(Fenris) The medusa monk's questing fingers find a loose stone in the wall. It depresses with a soft click and the wall swings open, granting access to the wrecked library!</div> <div title="Willy" style="margin-top:2em">(Willy) Willy shurgs a little and sits his dressage a little "Likely from the hatches." he says as he eyes over the many portholes as he struggles through the passage, before he hears the click and the wall opens. "Well thats one way." he says, working out of the passage and into the library, looking around to inspect what it's about, or what happened.</div> |
Revision as of 01:08, 30 January 2023
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Log
(Fenris) A worried looking human girl stands waiting in the lobby of the Interplanar Studies building, periodically checking her comms for replies to her hasty summons. She periodically looks back over her shoulder down the hall.
(Willy) The first to answer the call is a Fox Taur, who ambles into the lobby. The teal and silver colored fox smiles as he makes it it in. "There was a call out for help?" he asks, looking rather curious.
(Arimia) The sound of a car door shutting can be heard from outside the building, and a few minutes later a similar sound, as a trunk is shut. Shortly after that the door opens to admit a mechanical medusa. Upon fully entering, Arimia coils up and settles onto her scales in a seated position, twin revolvers at her hips, along side her sword. She glances toward the fox taur before focusing on the human, though as yet she does not say anything.
(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the human looking girl and the two strangers. "I'
(Booker) Booker fixing.
(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the
(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the
(Booker) Booker pushed open the door to the building. "This the right spot?" he glanced around seeing the human looking girl and the two strangers. "I'd assume so.." He wandered up, glancing at the three of them. "So what seems to be the problem?" He tilted his head.
(Ysadora) A mild chill settles in the air as a fourth mutant sweeps in through the door, black hair atangle around her face. She looks human at first glance, but appears to be missing a few limbs, hands and feet floating unfixed in the air around her armor as she glides a short distance above the ground. Ysadora sunken eyes flit around until they find the girl and she flushes, approaching. "New agent Ysadora reporting! Did you send out the call, um, ma'am?"
(Fenris) The young woman looks at the arriving agents and nods. "You will do, I guess," she says, "You can call me Cassandra. I am the researcher over extraplanar artifacts here at the Interdimensional Studies building. Please follow me and I will explain what is going on." She turns and leads the way down the hallway. There are a few offices and conference rooms, but she passes them by, leading the way to what seems to be an indoor storage facility with rows and rows of garage door style storage units. She stops by one labeled 707 and waits for everyone to join her. "This is the locked containment unit for an extradimensional... board game," she explains, "And I am afraid that I need you to go inside and play it." You can all see that the garage door is raised off the ground about three feet, halfway open.
(Willy) Willy Chuckles softly "Ah, so the board game is at it agian." he says "
(Willy) "Alright. I definitly can plan and get this done." he says and starts to head down the hallway.
(Arimia) Arimia adopts a vaguely amused expression at the woman's initial assessment of the group, for some reason, but offers no complaints as she follows along behind Cassandra. The serpentine woman starts toward the garage door, though she pauses upon reaching it. Looking back at Cassandra she asks, her voice accentless aside from a mechanical twang to it, "Before I go in, should I fetch my tent and the like? Basically, should I prepare for an extended stay in a hostile area?"
(Booker) Booker followed after Cassandra, stopping at the door. "A board game..?" He shrugged. "I mean not like I have anything better to do." He smirked. "I hope its Monopoly..." He leaned down peeking inside the door.
(Ysadora) Ysadora floats along with the group, fiddling with her equipment, which looks to have been put on in a rush. A black wax candle nearly falls from one of her hands before she catches it with another that floats into place below. "Playing a board game sounds...simple enough, I guess? But if this is the Interdimensional Studies building, I'm willing to bed this is no ordinary game like monopoly."
(Fenris) Cassandra nods at Willy. "Yes," she says, "Or more specifically, your idiot tanuki friend has broken in again. I wish I could figure out how he is doing it." She shakes her head. "The game is meant to be played by no fewer than three individuals, so he is stuck until someone shows up and plays. Don't worry, the game will tell you how to play it and provide anything you need. It only takes about two hours or so to play." She turns and raises the garage door, revealing a small, clean storage unit containing only a little card table and a worn looking game box covered with a faded painting of billowing clouds and the words "A Strange Place" emblazoned on it. "Good luck," Cassandra says, letting the group enter and closing the door behind them.
(Willy) Willy chuckles a little and sighs "That Tanuki seems to get into everything." he says with a laugh before he starts to sit down in the first seat. "Minor note to people, knowing he's stuck, whoever you choose as Companion Fenris will likely become" he says, before he awaits for the choices to appear.
(Arimia) After making her way over toward the table, Arimia coils up and settles onto her coils, once more, in a seated position. She examines the game box as she idly comments, "Well. Let's see what sort of game we are playing."
(Booker) Booker approached the box, taking a place at one of the sides of the table. "and its not even monopoly." He sat down on the floor, looking down at the box. He glanced at the others in the room. "So.. we all ready?"
(Ysadora) Ysadora sits down in the final spot, chains clinking slightly as they make contact with the surface below. "Companion? Have you played this game before, then?" She leans down to study the faded box, careful not to drip any water on it. "Oh, but I'm ready, I suppose."
(Fenris) As soon as the box is touched, blue smoke billows out, filling the room and hiding the door and walls, though the table and the four players remain visible. Then thin tendrils of smoke start to write in the air before each person. Willy reads, "Name a Genre." Arimia reads, "Name a Setting." Booker reads, "State an Adjective." Ysadora reads, "Choose a Companion."
(Willy) Willy thinks about it for a moment, and is about to say something but stops. "Ummm....Adventure?" he says, thinking that was meant to be named.
(Arimia) Staring at the smoke, Arimia tilts her head slightly to one side. She glances over at Willy before she says, "Dracula Castle, Romania."
(Booker) Booker stared at the smoke for a minute. "Well thats new... uh.." He thought for a moment. "Eldrich." He looked at the others, wondering if they could see the smoke-crafted words infront of him. "We're off to a strange start..." He gave a half-hearted chuckle.
(Ysadora) Ysadora ponders for a long moment. "Well, since Booker mentioned monopoly earlier, how about a dog for the companion? But we can make it a Frankenstein Dog, to match the setting. Like, all stitched together."
(Fenris) The thin smoke writing vanishes and new writing appears to everyone. "State Something True about this new world." Meanwhile, red smoke forms in the air... "Eldritch Adventure in Dracula Castle." Each player is also prompted to make a character with one thing they are good at and one thing they are bad at.
(Willy) Willy Turns his head a little at this. "Signs of battle are seen within the castle, from what is not known." he says before looking at the new prompt "Detective, good at Investigation, bad at alertness."
(Arimia) Arimia narrows her eyes at the new writing in the smoke. After a few moments of contemplation says, "It is the middle of winter." Then she settles back slightly, a small frown and says, "Ascetic monk with an unshakable will, but bad at interpersonal skills."
(Booker) Booker placed his elbows on the table. "Uh... The castle has hidden rooms." He paused. "Laborer, Strong, but dumb as a rock." He chuckled watching Ysadora for her answer.
(Ysadora) Ysadora squints as she thinks. "Uh, it's true that this castle has a forbidden underground laboratory, that should be fun. And my character is a pianist who is good at fine manipulation with her dexterous fingers but bad at taking a hit." She chuckles. "That's kind of the opposite of me, lately."
(Fenris) The smoke swirls, and everyone is momentarily blinded by the blinding fog. When the smoke clears, the group finds themselves in a huge, sumptuously decorated dining hall. A fire roars in the huge, stone fireplace and snow falls gently outside the tall, gothic style windows. in the middle of the room, the huge dining table is broken in half and several ornate chairs are shattered to matchsticks. An extra person has also appeared! A burly tanuki has joined the party and he looks around curiously. "Oh! Hey guys!" he says waving, "Imagine all of you showing up at the same time as-" he is interrupted as blue smoke swirls around him. When it clears, the tanuki has been replaced with a huge dog, apparently pieced together from several equally large dogs. "Ruh roh," he growls. None of you are sure how you got here, but Detective, Monk, Worker, and Pianist all know that something strange and terrible is walking these halls with them.
(Willy) As Willy appears in the scene, he is now dressed in a giant trench coat, which drapes down over his back half. Looking to the others, and wears buisness wear over his top half and has a wide brimmed hat. "Hmm....he says, as he pulls out a magnifying glass form his coat, and looks over the displaced table.
(Arimia) Looking toward the others Arimia, now dressed in a tan robe rather than her usual qipao and with a conical hat atop her snake-covered head, frowns slightly. She opens her mouth, as though to say something, before grimacing slightly and shaking her head, pointedly turning her attention away from the others and toward the room as a whole.
(Booker) Booker looked around, then down at the table. "Table broken." He smiles to himself. He then lifts half of the table up, looking underneath. His attire for the most part the same, excepted his shirt was heavily stained.
(Ysadora) Ysadora appears much the same, save that her skeletal armor has been replaced with a prim, tight tuxedo and slacks with a bow tie. Each of her eight floating hands is now wearing a white glove. She shivers and moves closer to the fire, eyes sweeping the shattered chairs. "This place... Something terrible happened here, but what?"
(Fenris) There is nothing here in the dining room to really indicate what is going on, but there is a sound of a distant bell. It is 11 o'clock... Booker has no trouble shifting aside the table. There is nothing useful underneath, just some remnants of whatever meal was on the table earlier. In this case, it appears to be a human hand...
(Willy) "Hmmm...." the sharply dressed Fox Taur goes, tucking his magnifying glass away. "Looks like signs of weaponized combat here, and the Table was likely a casualty of it." he says, before looking about the room more. "Unless they were pruposedly breaking it, but I would not know what for." As he says this he hears the bell "Huh, guess there is someone alive here...or thats on some sort of automatic timer" he says, before looking over the room more.
(Arimia) Frowning slightly Arimia comments, "There's been a fight. Just say fight." The Monk starts to make her way toward the fireplace of the dining hall, lips curling into a sneer as she mutters, "Weaponized combat... Seriously? Ugh." She pauses by the fireplace, looking for a poker to stir the fire with, and to warm up some from the cold of a large stone hall in winter.
(Booker) Booker picked up the hand, slapping it against his own hand. "High five!" He chuckled dumbly. He then tossed it across the room. He wandered around the room, randomly touching things like an unsupervised toddler. "Room big." He leaned on a random section of wall. "Nothin' fun in here."
(Ysadora) "Someone must have been here recently to light this fire, right? Do you think that happened before or after the battle? Unless..." Ysadora follows a horrible hunch to peer more closely at the licking flames and whatever might be fueling them.
(Fenris) As Detective Willy walks around the room, he notices something odd about the fireplace. Examining the ornate, grotesque carvings on the hearth, he reaches out to press down on the tongue of a fanged monstrosity carved in the stone. It moves with a loud click and the rear wall of the fireplace opens with a sound of grinding stone, revealing a secret passage. At the same time, the carved face chomps down on his hand with a bloody CRUNCH! It does not hold on, just wounds and releases before licking the blood from its stone chops then going still again. The fire appears to be perfectly ordinary, fueled only by wood. Arimia could probably clear the way with poker she has found. Meanwhile, Booker has stumbled upon a secret passage of his own! Leaning against the wall, the panel gives way and pivots open, dumping him directly onto a snow covered, narrow ledge on the outside of the castle! He dangles precariously over the edge until the friendly FrankenDog bound up and drags him back from the precipice!
(Willy) Willy starts to say "Well that is an..." before he yelps from the loud chomp and he stumbles backward, and he looks down at his mangled hand. "What in the darkest realms..." he goes, his face grimacing from the pain and the blood from it.
(Arimia) Showing a complete lack of concern for the wounded, or the one who ended up out in the cold, Arimia leans in to peer past the flames. "Huh. Wonder where this leads." Using the poker the serpentine monk shoves the firewood to the side, some spilling out of the fireplace itself, so that there's enough room to get passed. She then bends down to grab a bit of wood that's only burning on one end. "I'm going to find out." Torch in one hand, poker in the other, she slips into the passage.
(Booker) Booker pets the dog. "Big fall. Big hole" He shoved the panel hard. "Stupid wall." He looked to the others. "I make hole in wall!" He waved at the group around the fireplace. He walked away from the hole and toward the fireplace. "Cold." He looked at the stone face adorning it. "Ugly." He just hauled off and punched it.
(Ysadora) "Hey Booker! Quit messing around over there, we've found a hidden route!" Ysadora follows along behind Arimia, carefully stepping her nanotubules over the disturbed firewood and running her hands over the sides of the walls.
(Fenris) The ugly face that concealed the door switch shatters under Booker's fist and a strange shadow rises from it, breaking apart into whisps with a quiet moan... Beyond the fireplace is a dark, stone corridor, just wide enough for the party to walk single file and not much taller than an average human. It is a bit of a squeeze for the brutish Booker. Periodically, along the walls, there seem to be little viewing hatches and a cold wind occasionally blows down the tunnel from up ahead.
(Willy) Willy looking back to the table, he sees some shorn piece of table cloth and sighs "Not the greatest but it will do to get it done..." he says, before sitting down on his lowers and using his off hand to bandage up his other, and his teeth to tear the cloth. Once it's satisfactory for him, he looks up, and notices people entering the passage "www...wait up!" he says as he does his best to duck in, the passing too tall for his body.
(Arimia) Arimia proceeds down the passage, though she pauses at each hatch to look through them. At Willy's call she calls back, "Don't be slow!" Unlike some the serpentine woman has no problem fitting through the passage, her smaller size serving her well in doing so.
(Booker) Booker scoots into the passage, Not paying the spirit any mind, using his hands to slide himself forward. "passage so small." He narrowed his eyes to try and see. "So dark. I no like dark."
(Ysadora) Ysadora furrows her eyebrows as she peeks out one of the nearby viewing hatch. "Did anyone just hear that moan?" Always having been compact of frame, she floats through the small passage without any issue, myriad hands still patting and brushing the surrounding walls.
(Fenris) The passage is indeed very dark. Arimia's light does little to alleviate the gloom, casting weird, flickering shadows. Peering through various hatches reveals limited views to many different rooms. A dusty bedroom, a well lit, though empty study, a library with shelves and books toppled and torn as if by the passing of the battle that ruined the dining room table, even a rather frightening looking torture chamber. A replica, surely. The owner of this castle has some strange tastes... Ysadora, a few paces behind checks a hatch that Arimia recently left behind and is stunned to find herself looking into a pair of glowing crimson eyes!
(Arimia) Arimia pauses by one of the hatches, specifically the one peering into the library. Using the torch in her hands she examines the wall around said hatch, holding the torch closer to the wall for lighting. "Wonder if there's some way into these rooms from here. The poker is moved to be tucked under the arm holding her torch, leaving her other hand free to roam along the stone of the wall. "If not then we'll just have to follow the passage to it's end."
(Fenris) The medusa monk's questing fingers find a loose stone in the wall. It depresses with a soft click and the wall swings open, granting access to the wrecked library!
(Willy) Willy shurgs a little and sits his dressage a little "Likely from the hatches." he says as he eyes over the many portholes as he struggles through the passage, before he hears the click and the wall opens. "Well thats one way." he says, working out of the passage and into the library, looking around to inspect what it's about, or what happened.
