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 Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 1:34 pm
[can't access the new page, maybe we should do this at a different time?]
"I don't like this place," Scribbler decided. "It feels like a ghost town..."
The dim glow of the store lights did nothing to cut through the fog, and it felt eerily familiar.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 1:51 pm
"I wish I knew, too", a quiet voice, seemingly from the shadows, said.
Before long, it seemed the very shadows of the city joined into a dense matter, and in moments the dim light glinted off of what seemed to be a pair of glasses. Not much else of him was visible, save for what could reflect the little light there was -- a pocket watch, the gauntlet with the complicated gears and buttons, and a pair of goggles and glasses.
It seemed that Ernst the inventor had somehow gotten himself stuck in Servist.
[OoC: Is it Emma`s turn after you?]
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:03 pm
[we're just kinda going at random ^^;]
The paene jumped at the new presence, eyes wild; the paintbrush was out in a flash, and she was about to scribble something when she realized it was just the friendly inventor.
"Ernst! How did...? Wha-?"
She bit off the incoherent sentence.
"Fancy meeting you here."
It was a lame attempt at lightening the mood; her brain kinda shut down a second ago.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:16 pm
((Post glitch is fixed! HURRAH!))
Emma turned on her heel, a spell already in her hands as she prepared to defend herself.
"Oh. Ernst." A friendly appearance, then. The elf-woman let the spell fade, looking sheepish as she did so. "You gave me quite a fright, sir."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:22 pm
[Thank Goodness! It was making my head spin.]
Ernst laughed a bit nervously. "I don`t know how I got here, to tell the truth. . . Good to see you here too. The other folks here are fearsome." He grumbled as he flicked the watch on his gauntlet. He muttered in German, half to himself, "I must have messed up a setting again. . ."
The inventor didn`t seem particularly concerned to be met with the weapons of two very capable fighters, probably because he was too tired to react properly. He smiled lopsidedly. "Oh, I didn`t mean to. I just couldn`t help joining you all . . . It`s a horrible thing to be alone in this place."
His attention went back to the doors when he heard the strange noise again. "Do you have any idea what may be in there? I`ve been trying to figure, but I thought it best not to venture in there by myself."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:31 pm
"Holy!" Farskon jumped back and then saw,"Oh it's you inventor guy."
The paladin looked around, and thought wondering."I have no clue what that noise is, but if we're gonna investigate we'll need some backup plan."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:37 pm
Scribbler stowed her paintbrush, but only after she had surrounded the inventor with a shield of ink.
"A backup plan sounds good...maybe we should split into two parties so one can pull the other out of danger if necessary?"
After the other times a battle could have gone horribly wrong, a safeguard looked better and better with every turn.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:41 pm
Emma's foresight still blared alarms in her mind, but she cast them aside, paying no heed.
A foolish choice.
"I'll go with whoever wants me, but I recommend the utmost caution no matter what path we choose."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:43 pm
Ernst narrowly fought the urge to examine and take notes on the spectacular ink shield surrounding him, but managed to since there was something of far greater importance at hand.
He nodded. "Sound idea, Scribbler. But who goes in?"
Ernst fiddled with the straps which kept his devices secured. He couldn`t risk having a mishap and literally falling apart again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:48 pm
"I'll go," Farskon replied, and began heading to the house."It's the least I can do after getting kidnapped."
He winced as the sound was even louder as he got closer.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:49 pm
"Shall we draw straws?"
Four ink-conjured sticks appeared in her hand, and she shuffled them to show it was not rigged in any way.
"The one with the short stick gets to choose another who goes with them...does that sound alright?"
...But Farskon had already reached the door.
"Wait! What if they're waiting for you inside?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:51 pm
"Well, Farkson's already volunteered and I'm not about to let you two get yourselves killed." Emma said to Ernst and Scribbler. She took the winged girl's hand, gently pushing the straws back towards her. "I will go."
With that, she turned and followed Farkson.
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Stolzenfels rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:52 pm
Ernst nodded. "Fair enough." He carefully plucked a stick from Scribbler`s hand and stared at it for a moment before looking over to see what the others got.
But, to his surprise, Emma and Farkson were already heading for the door. "But. . .! Oh, hmph. . . Be careful, you two!" Ernst played with a switch on his gauntlet, and with a soft whir something seemed to power up. He was ready to dive in there after them if he had to.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:56 pm
[[Uh let's just disregard that, and put it this way
group 1
Farskon
Emma
group 2
Ernst
Scribbler.]]
"If they're waiting for me, they'll soon regret it," He mumbled to Scribbler.
The ground began feeling uneasy, and the sound was ringing is all of their ears.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:00 pm
"Be careful...and good luck."
She echoed, watching their backs and letting the straws melt back into a puddle of ink. It swirled, becoming a winged eye, and she let it drift after the enchantress and the paladin to keep watch over them.
"Always running off like that..."
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