Oop. There went his pants. Kettil felt he should have worn more clothes today.
...Nah.
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4 - a piece of whatever clothes you're wearing slips off, you now have less water resistance and you swim 5 lengths
HP: 23 Distance: 17
Pales rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:42 pm
Freya wasn't the only one that thought he looked tasty. There was also the fact that the shark that bit him earlier must have spread the word that Kettil was tasty and he got bit again. <********."
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1 - a shark bites you, taking one fourth of your full health HP: 6 Distance: 17
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5Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:44 pm
Leg cramp returned. Kettil blamed the shark rather than his neglecting to do any stretches before jumping in.
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5 - you get a cramp and only swim 1 length, you probably should have done a better job of stretching before entering the water HP: 6 Distance: 18
Pales rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:45 pm
He inhaled at the wrong time and started choking on water.
"SONUVVA..GHAKGHEKGHGOGKG."
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3 - you inhale the golden water and it chokes you, taking one fourth of your full life HP: 2 Distance: 18
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Pales rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:46 pm
Then he noticed a shark appearing behind him, "NO. ******** NO. NONONONO." Kettil then began to swim so much faster.
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6 - a shark appears behind you, inspiring you to quickly swim 10 lengths HP: 2 Distance: 28
Pales rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:47 pm
He finally got to his destination and even managed to climb the tower where he stared up at the Gargoyle that finally noticed him.
There was no swooning or 'OH SEMPAI' from Kettil. Just a glare.
A harsh glare.
When he got the Key he went back to the others. Still naked. (If you don't count owl-print boxershorts as clothes.)
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2 - you swim 3 lengths HP: 2 Distance: 31
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6, 10Total: 16 (2-24)
You are fighting a younger version of yourself. It holds all your true memories and is quick to judge you, to bring up any disappointments, failures, lost dreams, and accusations based on them. HP: 20 Auto-damage: 3
Efflo left the swimming club behind, going to explore the rest of the room. There was a red door, and muffled sounds came from behind it. Efflo stared at it, warily. But the sound was anguished, and small and if what was inside decided it wanted to kill him, he was pretty sure he could take it. To his surprise, opening the door revealed only a mirror, and he stepped towards it. The closer he got, the sounds increased, anguished, and definitely not human. A shadowy figure appeared in the mirror, small and black and fuzzy.
It was him, as a foal.
The little horse blinked at him from behind the mirror, glaring at him with the same expression he often gave everyone else.
"Walking on two legs?!" it snorted in disbelief, breaking through the mirror and lunging at him.
Efflo paled, and proceeded to violently whack his younger, angrier self.
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Name of character: Efflo Current HP: 47/50 Damage done: 10 CURRENT HP OF BOSS:10/20 Special ability: Wild Card Chance Current weapon equipped: Crescent Haze (2d12-6) TARGET: BABYFLO!
mare rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 4Total: 16 (2-24)
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:50 pm
You are fighting a younger version of yourself. It holds all your true memories and is quick to judge you, to bring up any disappointments, failures, lost dreams, and accusations based on them. HP: 20 Auto-damage: 3
He did consider the fact that at least the little mirror creature would know his name, unlike the couples retreat he was travelling with, but as much as he dreaded going back to the other room, he had to do it, he had to finish this task. The sooner the better, and he attacked his mirror self with all his might and the little version of himself began to crack, it's body still as statue. It's horsey face crumbled, and then its chest, revealing a red key where its heart should have been.
Quickly, Efflo snatched it. It was like taking candy from a baby.
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Name of character: Efflo Current HP: 44/50 Damage done: 10 CURRENT HP OF BOSS:DEAD Special ability: Wild Card Chance Current weapon equipped: Crescent Haze (2d12-6) TARGET: BABYFLO!
"Lets not let them leave us behind hmm?" He squeezed the hand lightly, pulling Thackery forward towards the door which no one has taken yet. "Let me enter this one, i will be back."
(Omg lame tag im sorry. Going for the writing prompt next)
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:02 pm
Of course he would go for the door that smelled wonderful. Even in this world... Remi would totally follow his stomach first. Ok, maybe Thackery and THEN his stomach.
Priorities hmm?
Either way the man soon flung opened the door, stepping within. The place he entered though really could not be here... because it was just on the floor below them.
Stepping into the kitchen once more, he snooped around it. Checking the drawers, fridge, even under the table. Remi even took a gander and punched the wall (owch!) Yeah it was real.
Even more real was the food sitting on the table. He stared at it wondering.. was this real? The food brought a flood of memories, mostly bad ones. He remembered his father refusing him sweets... how he had to go crawling off as a pup to try and get anything from any of his clan.
There was always one elderly kitsune whom took pity on him, and always had a cake ready for him. It always was lemon.
He took a bite of the cake, savoring the flavor he had not had in a while. The kitsune in mention had passed away many years ago... and he was never capable of cooking, so this cake was all but a memory to him now.
He took another bite... wait. Who made him this again?
Another bite. No... what was the flavor? He couldn't put his finger on it.,
Still he ate the cake until it was finished. Both a compulsion from the source and his dislike of wasting food allowed him to finish it.
Once the gargoyle came past and offered the key, he took it but did not take the mint. Oddly this was something he instinctually did not want to remember.
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Name of character: Remi Damage done: CURRENT HP OF BOSS: Current HP: 80/80 Special ability: King's Regret: If you KO, instead of dissipating, you restore yourself to half your existing HP. You can only use this ONCE. Species Ability:Demon: Nulled by Weapon Current weapon equipped:Refraction TARGET: Boss
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:04 pm
As Remi squeezed his hand, Thackery squeezed back, happily following him towards the door that smelled really good.
"But...I wanna come too!" he whined, and as the door closed behind Remi he really wished he had gone with him. With a miserable sigh, he opened the door, expecting to see his husband-queen there waiting for him.
There was home instead, a table near a fireplace, the warm glow of the flames flickering over the little chair that was his. He put his hands over his mouth, tail wagging faster than he thought he'd ever felt it wag, and he bounded towards the chair with an incredible quickness, flopping down in it to eye the treat that had been left for him.
A whole place full of ickerdoodle spookies. All for him. He licked his lips and sighed happily, eagerly taking his first bite.
It tasted like Fifth October, of a happy evening after playing all day. He took another bite, and it tasted like Twelfth October, of a chill that was sated by the fireplace and warmth of the freshly-baked spookies. The next bite tasted like sadness and regret, made better by the sweetness. Another tasted like Fourth October and Scarentines, and wishing he had someone to share it with. And another, which tasted like...
It was a rollercoaster of happiness and emptiness and the plate was empty sooner than he'd thought it would be. He found himself staring at it, wondering why he'd eaten that so quickly. What was it again...?
He stared until another statuething arrived, offering him a mint - and, more importantly, a key. His ears perked as he snatched both of them off of the tray, accidentally popping the key into his mouth. Embarrassed, he spit it into his hand (and mournfully realized it was covered in drool) and put the mint in its rightful place.
Oh. Spookies.
He left the room, triumphantly holding the key above his head.
"I got...spookies and this key!"
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:06 pm
The door slammed open and shut. Freya returned from the original door, looking so downtrodden and angry, it was as if she was a different person.
"I DIED." She yelled out, throwing her hands up in disgust. "I.."
"Died..."
...
Kettil was naked.
Everything was all right with the world again.
Smiling like a goofy kid, she toddled over and smushed herself against his chest. "So, are we ready for next doors?"
Efflo came back, and was horrified. People were wet, and even worse, they were naked.
He jammed the red key into the according lock so fast that he nearly broke it.
Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:07 pm
Kettil was naked and wet. He just draped his arms around her letting out a deep sigh as he dangled the key at her face, "Got the key. Be proud of me. Key and shark bites are what I got," he pouted at her.
Also he lost his clothes but he seemed less upset about that.
Kettil pretty much carried Freya with him so he could put the key in and turn it with the others.
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"But your alive." He stared at Freya.... a second before he looked at Kettil.
"... Did i not get the naked time memo?" He frowned, putting the last of the keys into the hole.
Third Floor
To reach the third floor, you must have the keys to open the locked door:
The Third Floor
A black door with music coming from behind it.
The music swells and fades as you step inside. Instantly you a greeted by a small, rather excited gargoyle. Its wings flutter in delight as it takes you in. "Oh excellent! Excellent! I've been just dying to see some knew blood here, all the others are lead-footed and have terrible taste in everything. Now what's your style? I can keep up with anything, and wow! A new routine! We're going to have to make a whole new routine for this, how exciting!" It claps its hands and then gives you a very firm hug. Because it's made of rock. See what happened there?
"Go on you! Go touch the record-o-thing-player-whatsit, and it'll find a good song for us all to dance to!" It beams happily and urges you with an impatient hand gesture. "If you do well, I'll give you a nice reward! And if you do badly," the room seems to grow a bit dim, "...well you know what they say, no gain, get pain. Because grievous bodily harm is an artist's greatest motivator! I'm Dreary Day Raven Sway, by the by, I'm sure we're gonna be great friends!"
How to Dance
Group Dancing - Pick a song and style of dance. - Everyone Roll 6d8 - Use The Maths to figure out the average roll total for your group. - Anyone below average is forced to do extra painful stretches with Dreary Day, costing a fourth of their full health, before trying again.
Solo Dancing - Pick a song and style of dance. - Roll 6d8 - If you roll less than 24, you are forced to do extra painful stretches with Dreary Day, costing a fourth of your full health, before trying again.
Once you've successfully danced one time, Dreary Day gives your butt a bruising slap and slips a key into one of your pockets.
A black door with bright lines of light shining from its frame.
Writing Prompt:
A near blinding spotlight hits you as you enter the room, and you're met with a lazy sort of applause. You're standing on a stage, and through the lights you can just barely make out about a dozen or gargoyles in theatre seats, staring up at you. Another stands nearby on the stage, a microphone in hand, "Aaaaaaand now! Our next act it the wonderful, fabulous, extremely entertaining..." it leans over and asks, "...uh....This Guy!" It jazzhands off the stage and leaves you standing there in front of the crowd.
It takes a moment, but something familiar and special begins to creep into you. You find your body moving almost on its own and suddenly you're showing off a talent or skill from your previous life. It may be a large thing, it make be a small thing, but it's yours and you're damn good at it. When you need a prop or instrument, you find one suddenly in reach at just the right moment.
It begins to feel good to be up there, amazing even. The gargoyles sit up and pay attention, and soon enough applause and cheers fill the air until finally everything stops and your performance is done. Confetti rains down from the ceiling. The emcee places a plastic crown on your head and hands you a trophy featuring a single black key and the a placard that reads: You're Super Talented!
A gold door with several feathers sticking out from under it.
A wall of fog blocks your sight for a moment before a burst of wing clears it just enough to give you a nice view of the monstrous raven as it dives down to attack. Its eyes blaze with a familiar madness.
You are fighting an Insanity Raven! HP: 20 Auto Attack: 3 Extra: this enemy is evasive and skilled at hiding! Increase your damage modifier for regular attacks by 2! (ex: if rolling 2d8, subtract (6+2) = 8 instead of 6 from your total)
Loot (1d4)
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With one last dying scream, the raven dissipates, leaving a golden key in its place.
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