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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:24 pm
Rune Rolling Rolls for rune success 1: you get caught. Uruz : 1d10 2-4: failure 5-8: regular 9-10: superior Thurisaz : 1d10 2-6: failure 7-9: regular 10: superior Dagaz : 1d10 2-6: failure 7-9: regular 10: superior
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:24 pm
He'd been leveling off, approaching a numb shadow of normal, until the flood of messages.
His focus was gone; his will was gone, his effort was gone. He had orders and orders were all he had.
With the tip of Fiona's blade he scored, again and again, into the floor of the room where he slept. He was not exercising an undue amount of caution. He was exercising no caution at all. The waiting had stretched him thin. The messages, from America and from Jane and oddly, from Shu, had snapped him.
(redirect of 1 roll from other thread)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 1:23 am
For the most part, Waits had found himself dozing in the carving room more and more - with a slight hint of activity, either smoking or actually reading what was depicted upon the walls. An interest there more than most of the other areas within the lair, especially those where the boring human remained. It seemed to be more of Lurks' play thing anyways. (Huh, he never had gone to see that other one.)
But he did drift out and about, when he didn't simply send the two creatures out to fetch. This was one of those instances. He found himself outside of the room with the white coats. And Original. At first not intending to pay any mind until he heard the soft scraping of metal upon the hard ground, a sound not too unfamiliar but nothing he had heard as of yet from that boring creature. Waits stepped forward, closer, creaking as he went but remained silent and staring with his bored expression.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 1:25 am
The dulled senses benefited him: he did not startle, guilty and bolt upright as he might have otherwise, given his constant tension. Instead he simply paused and let the slow churning dread fill his gut and then, deliberately, he continued to scrape away at the stone. "Do you need me," he said dully, not even a real question.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 1:40 am
"No." The alchemist replied in a similar tone, still hovering over the human as it continued to work. And stayed there for that very reason; because it was doing something.
"What are you doing?" He asked, lowering himself to peer better at the carving upon the ground. It didn't seem to be anything in particular to him, but it was hard to tell with such a simple shape. Was it supposed to be smoother around the top edge, but couldn't be with the nature of the medium? "Are you drawing?" Perhaps Original would answer these questions for him in the least.
Waits picked up a little of the dust that was being created from the carving and rolled it between his fingers.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 1:46 am
"Yes," he said immediately, with the same non-tone he had been using around Waits especially for quite some time now, submissive and hollow. "I wanted to draw the building I used to live in, but I'm bad at it." He did not stop carving, but he was no longer carving the rune. Instead he had begun scratching a little door shape into the lean-to silhouette of the "house." He neither looked up nor hesitated. "It wouldn't make me feel better anyway," he observed.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:13 am
Waits turned his eyes back to the 'drawing' upon the ground and silently observed while the crude looking smaller box was added inside the larger one. "Clearly," he stated flatly. Either Original's previous home was so very simple and sad looking or the human simply didn't seem to possess any skill at all; he was more inclined to think the latter.
Saying nothing more of the matter, and finding himself rather bored now - despite there being an actual development in activity- Waits got up and left. (He did take a few of the ground scraping with him though, for study).
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:23 am
He was more cautious the second time.
Worn down, beaten, and full of no particular feeling save the occasional pang of distant, depersonalized terror, Taym's mind was empty. This was, horribly, the perfect state for rune carving. It lit blue, and he smeared it over with a handful of dust and water, and heaped an old shirt in front of it for good measure.
He carved two windows on the drawing of the house.
Uruz:
Regular: 0
Superior: 1
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:33 am
He had never carved Thurisaz. He anticipated failure, and found it.
He had added a line to represent the ground to his drawing of a house and then, after a long moment's thought, a shape that might charitably be described as a tree.
There had been no tree in his front yard as a child, but he had wished there was, because there was always a tree in a boy's front yard in any book he'd read.
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:35 am
He found crevices behind crumbling ornamentation, behind mouldings and stones, and when he finished and the rune's pale glow filtered into its contours, he covered them over with earth, just barely enough to hide them.
Uruz
Regular: 0
Superior: 2
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:41 am
When he attempted the new rune for the second time he gently gave Fiona a scrap of filed-away memorization, one that would be intimately familiar to her by now. He did not have to explain.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock.
It prevented the thoughts from coming in. This time the rune flared to life, and did so with a sudden vibrancy that made covering it the harder.
Uruz:
Regular: 0
Superior: 2
Thurisafjasfdsja
Regular: 0
Superior: 1
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:49 am
She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly--
Fiona faltered as his hands shook, and the light that had begun to creep along the contours flickered out. She made a tense, wordless apology, but he felt no anger.
We will try again, he said dispassionately.
Uruz:
Regular: 0
Superior: 2
Thurisafjasfdsja
Regular: 0
Superior: 1
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:51 am
She was Dolly at school.
He thought of nothing, his hands moving automatically, simply. And once again he was rewarded with an aggressive gleam of pale, watery blue.
She was Dolores on the dotted line. She'd run through the first chapter again and again and again, her voice in his head sweet and liquid and gently lilting and for the first time, as he moved away from the work of hiding his success and went to find another hiding place for the next attempt, he thought that perhaps she was younger than he had imagined: no pinch-faced old woman but a wide-eyed girl. He knew that she'd had some shape that was almost human, but the only guise he ever saw her in, in dreams and flashes, was that of an antlered, hollow-eyed doe, and a pair of beautifully-formed hands laden with gold and gems, closing around his wrists.
You have a gift for recitation, he told her, and she said: thank you, sir.
Uruz:
Regular: 0
Superior: 3
Thurisafjasfdsja
Regular: 0
Superior: 1
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Rejam rolled 3 10-sided dice:
4, 7, 6
Total: 17 (3-30)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:56 am
The work was tedious and dull and he switched her to Pale Fire without needing to ask her. It felt a bit like opening a box and passing it across, a gift within the confines of his head, a privileged handing-over of the key to a secret room.
White butterflies turn lavender as they pass through its shade where gently seems to sway the phantom of my little daughter's swing--
He faltered.
That one was my fault, he thought dully, for an unwise choice of material. Try this one.
A pause, and then: You are old, Father William, the young man said--
Nonsense poetry. A steady white-noise drone. A success, and then a failure. He added, when he returned to his room, a few slashing lines to pass for the wispy contours of a cloud he was not skilled enough to render faithfully.
Uruz:
Regular: 1
Superior: 3
Thurisafjasfdsja
Regular: 0
Superior: 1
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Rejam rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 3:01 am
He considered briefly asking Jane why. He considered sending her a report. He did neither.
Uruz:
Regular: 2
Superior: 3
Thurisafjasfdsja
Regular: 0
Superior: 1
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