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Meeki rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:39 pm
4 - The Sapphire-Set Brooch The brooch clips easily to your clothing (or hair or wing or whatever else is clippable), tugging gently beneath the weight of the gem. It's heavier than it looks, you realize...just in time for the rumbling to grow louder, sending a cascade of stones from the ceiling, blocking your only exit from the room. As you approach them, you realize that they are all settled very solidly among one another. It's going to be difficult to dislodge them and advance through the exit. When you reach to press against one, you find that it is a little easier than you anticipated. You owe this to the sapphire, the gem of strength. Removing the stones is not an effortless procedure, but you do find both an inner encouragement and a slight physical boost to nudge you towards victory. Roll 3d100 and add up the total, then match it with its corresponding result. 0-100: You find that moving the stones is still so hard, and give in to your physical exhaustion. The instant you admit defeat, the stones disappear and the brooch returns to its padded pedestal. You exit with few injuries and the weight of your failure. 101-200: You only make it through about half of the stones before you succumb to exhaustion. You are able to slip through a small opening to exit, but not without a hefty assortment of scrapes and scratches. 201-300: You easily slip into a rhythm of rock-moving motion, and have the exit cleared in just a few short moments. You exit without incident.
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Meeki rolled 3 100-sided dice:
22, 41, 75
Total: 138 (3-300)
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:41 pm
She wasn't usually fond of brooches but this one was lovely at least. Sapphire clashed so much with her outfit. However, something about it made her feel.. better. Bigger? No, she was most definitely the same size. She just felt.. different.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the ceiling on one end caving in, chucks of stone and wall were now blocking her only way out. If she didn't get help or find a way through the rubble, she would end up suffocating! Without thinking, she rushed to the nearest piece of ceiling and lifted it back. It was then that she realized just how she felt different. She was stronger! With this new found realization, she set to the task of removing wall chunk after wall chunk. She was growing so tired, breathing in nothing but dust particles from the ceiling pieces and stone. It didn't help that she was sure her body and hair was covered in the nasty dust as well. Still, she didn't want to give up, though her movements became slower and slower.
It was then that she saw the light, a small path just big enough for her tiny frame to wiggle through. She had to literally pull herself along with her arms but after a few painfully long moments, she made it out of the room. Her arms and legs were scraped up badly and she looked more like a ghost than a demon due to the amount of dust all over her but she had made it!
+1 point for succeeding out of the room.
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