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 Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 9:25 am
A sort of despair seemed to thicken the air around Sasha when the small scoopfuls of water didn't accomplish much, and so she paused long enough to look around the room again on the off-chance she might've missed something previously. A stick, perhaps, to knock the lamp over... but if she found nothing, Sasha would go back to flinging rainwater at the flickering light of the lamp.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 1:07 pm
No stick revealed itself, and she was stick with only her ratty little pallet, her barrel of water, and her small stock of onions, apples and cheese. Her closer look around the room did reveal something of interest, though.
At the base of the lamp, a small rune glowed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:32 pm
Dylon felt for the woman, not having any idea how to make her more comfortable. For now, he stuck to asking questions. Jerry seemed to be handling her well being for now. " What does the key unlock, ma'am?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 3:46 pm
" Who said you could go?" Jerry said gently, his expression unreadable as he gently set a hand on the old woman's slender shoulder, his voice gentle. "Who... what do they mean by the special boy?" He remembered when his grandmother would get confused sometimes. Call him the wrong name. Forget where they were. It was a matter of patience and gentleness before he could coax recollection out of her... at least until it had become too late for even that.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:45 pm
Sasha saw the rune, and for the first time since her arrival in the cage, she felt an odd sense of calm overtake her. The rune was something familiar. It also meant that the lamp had been put there by someone familiar with runes and their purpose, which also meant that maybe - just maybe - the lamp was there for a reason. Sasha narrowed her eyes tried to make out whether or not the rune was familiar or not.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2013 10:07 pm
Gripping the key tightly, the old woman slurred out, "Seven...th'derkman...he said y'd need seven."
The rune would be a familiar, crude rune. Kenaz was one of the most ancient and basic runes. Among its many meanings and uses, the simplest was simply that of providing light.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 9:27 am
"Seven what?" Something told him the 'Darkman' might not have been Wash. "Seven keys?" Then who? He eyed the key, but didn't press it just yet.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 12:06 pm
Having said her piece, the old woman hunched in on herself and remained silent.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 6:29 pm
"Um... maybe we should go. I don't think she knows where Sasha and the others are.." Dylon said quietly, a frown painted on his face. If they got in any deeper without the lead of this mission, he wasn't sure if they could get back up.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 9:33 pm
Jerry hesitated, legit concern written over his face. Should we bring her with? She was clearly sick, possibly tormented, and all alone here... Hell no. She's fine here and you're already wounded. Roar was appalled his partner even entertained the thought. His eyes darted down to the key in her hands. Seven...? Pursing his lips, he reached forward to gently try to pry it from her knobbly fingers.
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lizbot rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 9:36 pm
Gnarled hands clutched the key more tightly as the old woman hissed. From the shelf, a book flew to hit Jerry. "S'for the speshal! THE DERKMAN SAID ONLY FORSPESHAL!" She shrieked, spitting flecks of bloody phlegm in their direction.
HP: 30
Damage to Jerry: 3
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:04 pm
Jerry reeled back with a shout as the book collided, yelping in pain as he put too much pressure on his twisted ankle. Frustrated and somewhat spooked, he straightened his scratched glasses and found his voice, "H-how do you know I'm not this... special boy?" After a heartbeat he glanced over to Dylon, "Or him??" he added just in case.
She's a witch! Or something- watch yourself you dumbass.
HP: 26+20(1/3HP gain from rest)= 46 - 3= 43
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:07 pm
Several more books hovered in the air, as if unsure. "Well," she mewled peevishly, "...are you?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:13 pm
Whatever was going on here was clearly why they were here in the first place. He glanced back to Dylon for a moment. If anything happened... the trainee's legs worked just fine and he could follow another set of tracks, and hopefully find Sasha and the others.
But if he played along, maybe he could learn something?
Or get us killed, Roar growled. Don't. Come back with the group.
"M-maybe I am. I suppose it depends on your definition of special..."
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lizbot rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 1, 2, 2, 1, 3
Total: 14 (7-28)
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:16 pm
"DON'T." The books began to rise up again. "PLAY." They swirled around the room as the old woman shouted and sneered. "GAMES." Books flew in all directions, slamming erratically against every surface yet missing the hunters entirely. The woman's head thrashed back and forth, nostrils flaring as if trying to scent them out.
HP: 30
Target: Jerry and Dylon
Damage: Miss
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