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− | I have no idea what day it is. Zombres might, but | + | I have no idea what day it is. [[Zombres]] might, but I've been switching back and forth and back and forth often enough that it's awful. It might be the 6th? There's no sun down here anyway. I'm writing this while [[Zombres]] yacks away to try to summarize the past three-ish days of activity. |
− | Okay, so we put Lao’s egg into the time prison & head off to the north pole. I think that’s where I left off. We’re vaguely where we want to be, but teleportation is busted up here. Then a Remoraz comes out of | + | Okay, so we put Lao’s egg into the time prison & head off to the north pole. I think that’s where I left off. We’re vaguely where we want to be, but teleportation is busted up here. Then a Remoraz comes out of nowhere and nearly kills me & also nearly kills [[Zombres]]. |
− | There’s some huge black obelisk that pulls all of our metal toward it (we hide all of our metal in a cup). In a cabin we find 3 coins that some | + | There’s some huge black obelisk that pulls all of our metal toward it (we hide all of our metal in a cup). In a cabin we find 3 coins that some Arthur guy is backing up. I doubt he’s good for them if they made their way up here. |
− | We avoid fighting some giants only to have to fight the weather? This place is so stupid. We teleport again & we’re right at the doorstep of Santa’s lair. There this jolly fat man who likes to give toys to unsuspecting girls and boys. He can help us but he thinks that Arben is naughty. Quick with his wits and fingers, Arben accepts a challenge to make more toys than three sisters. His lyre of building does the trick, and his name is removed from the naughty list. So this twisted fat man thinks that the criteria for ethical action is quantity of toys made. What a bafoon. | + | We avoid fighting some [[Giant|giants]] only to have to fight the weather? This place is so stupid. We teleport again & we’re right at the doorstep of Santa’s lair. There this jolly fat man who likes to give toys to unsuspecting girls and boys. He can help us but he thinks that [["Father" Simon|Arben]] is naughty. Quick with his wits and fingers, [["Father" Simon|Arben]] accepts a challenge to make more toys than three sisters. His lyre of building does the trick, and his name is removed from the naughty list. So this twisted fat man thinks that the criteria for ethical action is quantity of toys made. What a bafoon. |
− | In exchange for our service, Santa grants us passage to Ool and I think he | + | In exchange for our service, Santa grants us passage to Ool and I think he might build us a rocket ship to the moon. We also talk to [[Reggie the :Category:Rogue|bard]] who tells us that our egg frozen in time is mayowan the slayer of gods. He’s evil, created by some gods to keep others in check, and he has a powerful magic item (you can change into whatever weapon you want if you have it—that is if ‘take the form of’ means ‘change into). Also, he tells us about some orb full of knowledge that time forgot, but that was destroyed by [[Beshna]]. Good for him! He also tells us that the new world is called Toropay & that the one who created the one’s with tails cannot make new but can only mix up already created things. Here’s what I want to know—I’m a created being now, but that is stupid. I want to be a creator being. I’m okay starting out like this tail-maker—but eventually I’ll create something this world has never seen! That is, if I can become a creator and not a created. I’ll be the first created creator! Yes, this is what I left the plane of shadows for. I knew I’d find my calling out here in the colorful, if all too bright, place. Also, Atlantis is the new world, it is on a turtle’s back, and it has two parts which differ in age significantly. |
− | We then travel through the center of the earth; I protect myself from good so that I can stay me, and we start to wander around a place that’s even colder than where we were. This is all well and good, except that we meet a lich who gets rid of my ‘protection from good’ spell, and | + | We then travel through the center of the earth; I protect myself from good so that I can stay me, and we start to wander around a place that’s even colder than where we were. This is all well and good, except that we meet a [[:Category:Lich|lich]] who gets rid of my ‘protection from good’ spell, and [[Diogenes]] came back for a while. He’s an alright guy, though. He sticks to the word of his party and at the next chance they get casts protection from good again—letting me back for the remainder of my week in this body. Never met a more upstanding chump than that guy. |
− | In the intervening time—which is pretty cloudy because I’m suppressed—they chump a dragon who becomes a friend in exchange for gold; kill a balrog (and steal a | + | In the intervening time—which is pretty cloudy because I’m suppressed—they chump a [[Dragon|dragon]] who becomes a friend in exchange for gold; kill a balrog (and steal a Nanorian stone); find the hammer of Charles Martel (guarded by a snake that left); chump and charm a weirdo named Bohwani who acts as a guide; chump another [[:Category:Lich|lich]] (who drops a ring for can); fight some pillar; and then fight a spectre who gets other spectres to agree not to mess with us for 1 week so long as we don’t mess with them first. |
So I’m back, we find some other party of stupid snake people running around here looking for the same mask. Turns out they want to use it to destroy Lao, who is cramping their style. They might give us a ride out of here on a gigantic vengeful trans-dimensional snake if we give it to them. I really like the idea, but the gang isn’t buying it. Heck-if we’re here much longer I could probably just mind-jar into that snake. That’d be a good way to get closer to being a created creator. | So I’m back, we find some other party of stupid snake people running around here looking for the same mask. Turns out they want to use it to destroy Lao, who is cramping their style. They might give us a ride out of here on a gigantic vengeful trans-dimensional snake if we give it to them. I really like the idea, but the gang isn’t buying it. Heck-if we’re here much longer I could probably just mind-jar into that snake. That’d be a good way to get closer to being a created creator. | ||
− | Anyway, we have to figure out what to do about that guy. Can uses his ring to get Gershom able to heal up our fighters because Zombres isn’t willing to wait the 4 hours we’d need to rest to get at least minimal healing. I’ll give the danger gang this much—they do at foolishly and endanger their lives. If I’ve ever encountered any argument for the existence of a benevolent god that generally controls things it’s the fact that these chumps still exist. They’re amusing enough, though, that maybe it’s a malevolent god who likes to watch them struggle and pour their hearts and energies into an impossible task. If all goes well maybe that guy and I can create the next world—I’ll be we’d get along perfectly. | + | Anyway, we have to figure out what to do about that guy. Can uses his ring to get [[Gershom]] able to heal up our [[:Category:Fighter|fighters]] because [[Zombres]] isn’t willing to wait the 4 hours we’d need to rest to get at least minimal healing. I’ll give the danger gang this much—they do at foolishly and endanger their lives. If I’ve ever encountered any argument for the existence of a benevolent god that generally controls things it’s the fact that these chumps still exist. They’re amusing enough, though, that maybe it’s a malevolent god who likes to watch them struggle and pour their hearts and energies into an impossible task. If all goes well maybe that guy and I can create the next world—I’ll be we’d get along perfectly. |
In the meantime, we gave Vettle a number and he just leaves. Probably it’s the code to open a locker full of shoes or something—retarded pervert. | In the meantime, we gave Vettle a number and he just leaves. Probably it’s the code to open a locker full of shoes or something—retarded pervert. | ||
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Latest revision as of 07:33, 26 June 2013
June 6th? Maybe 5th?
I have no idea what day it is. Zombres might, but I've been switching back and forth and back and forth often enough that it's awful. It might be the 6th? There's no sun down here anyway. I'm writing this while Zombres yacks away to try to summarize the past three-ish days of activity.
Okay, so we put Lao’s egg into the time prison & head off to the north pole. I think that’s where I left off. We’re vaguely where we want to be, but teleportation is busted up here. Then a Remoraz comes out of nowhere and nearly kills me & also nearly kills Zombres.
There’s some huge black obelisk that pulls all of our metal toward it (we hide all of our metal in a cup). In a cabin we find 3 coins that some Arthur guy is backing up. I doubt he’s good for them if they made their way up here.
We avoid fighting some giants only to have to fight the weather? This place is so stupid. We teleport again & we’re right at the doorstep of Santa’s lair. There this jolly fat man who likes to give toys to unsuspecting girls and boys. He can help us but he thinks that Arben is naughty. Quick with his wits and fingers, Arben accepts a challenge to make more toys than three sisters. His lyre of building does the trick, and his name is removed from the naughty list. So this twisted fat man thinks that the criteria for ethical action is quantity of toys made. What a bafoon.
In exchange for our service, Santa grants us passage to Ool and I think he might build us a rocket ship to the moon. We also talk to bard who tells us that our egg frozen in time is mayowan the slayer of gods. He’s evil, created by some gods to keep others in check, and he has a powerful magic item (you can change into whatever weapon you want if you have it—that is if ‘take the form of’ means ‘change into). Also, he tells us about some orb full of knowledge that time forgot, but that was destroyed by Beshna. Good for him! He also tells us that the new world is called Toropay & that the one who created the one’s with tails cannot make new but can only mix up already created things. Here’s what I want to know—I’m a created being now, but that is stupid. I want to be a creator being. I’m okay starting out like this tail-maker—but eventually I’ll create something this world has never seen! That is, if I can become a creator and not a created. I’ll be the first created creator! Yes, this is what I left the plane of shadows for. I knew I’d find my calling out here in the colorful, if all too bright, place. Also, Atlantis is the new world, it is on a turtle’s back, and it has two parts which differ in age significantly.
We then travel through the center of the earth; I protect myself from good so that I can stay me, and we start to wander around a place that’s even colder than where we were. This is all well and good, except that we meet a lich who gets rid of my ‘protection from good’ spell, and Diogenes came back for a while. He’s an alright guy, though. He sticks to the word of his party and at the next chance they get casts protection from good again—letting me back for the remainder of my week in this body. Never met a more upstanding chump than that guy.
In the intervening time—which is pretty cloudy because I’m suppressed—they chump a dragon who becomes a friend in exchange for gold; kill a balrog (and steal a Nanorian stone); find the hammer of Charles Martel (guarded by a snake that left); chump and charm a weirdo named Bohwani who acts as a guide; chump another lich (who drops a ring for can); fight some pillar; and then fight a spectre who gets other spectres to agree not to mess with us for 1 week so long as we don’t mess with them first.
So I’m back, we find some other party of stupid snake people running around here looking for the same mask. Turns out they want to use it to destroy Lao, who is cramping their style. They might give us a ride out of here on a gigantic vengeful trans-dimensional snake if we give it to them. I really like the idea, but the gang isn’t buying it. Heck-if we’re here much longer I could probably just mind-jar into that snake. That’d be a good way to get closer to being a created creator.
Anyway, we have to figure out what to do about that guy. Can uses his ring to get Gershom able to heal up our fighters because Zombres isn’t willing to wait the 4 hours we’d need to rest to get at least minimal healing. I’ll give the danger gang this much—they do at foolishly and endanger their lives. If I’ve ever encountered any argument for the existence of a benevolent god that generally controls things it’s the fact that these chumps still exist. They’re amusing enough, though, that maybe it’s a malevolent god who likes to watch them struggle and pour their hearts and energies into an impossible task. If all goes well maybe that guy and I can create the next world—I’ll be we’d get along perfectly.
In the meantime, we gave Vettle a number and he just leaves. Probably it’s the code to open a locker full of shoes or something—retarded pervert.
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