May 10, 2025 1:03 am
OOC:
Assuming you all three grab a crate, please let me know if notTRILEMMA GAME
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May 11, 2025 1:22 pm
Dahlia guides them out of the room, under the arch, down the rough stairs, to the large cavern with scaffolding on one side. She make her away along it until she reaches the place they first arrived at this side of the cavern and then cuts across the cavern to the far side, where there should be a very long set of stairs taking them back up to the tunnel. The plan, after that, is to take the tunnel back up to the entrance, near the lynx, and get out of here.
May 11, 2025 4:56 pm
OOC:
Ok. Everybody please roll +Skulker v DS 8 (remember the muddy and slightly slippery floor of the cavern with the scaffolding?)May 11, 2025 5:53 pm
Dahlia keeps her footing in the shallow layer of mud, despite the awkward load on her shoulder. The workers on the face don't notice her progress.
May 11, 2025 10:16 pm
Myrven follows close behind, though his nerves continue to build, beginning to feel desperate to get out.
Last edited May 11, 2025 10:16 pm
Rolls
Skulk vs DC 8 - (2d6+1)
(13) + 1 = 5
May 12, 2025 6:13 pm
With a crate on his shoulder Ingvar follows the best he can.
Rolls
Skulk (DC 8) - (2d6+0)
(43) = 7
May 12, 2025 7:20 pm
The heavy crates of pigment are too much for Ingvar and Myrven to handle in the treacherous footing. Wipeout!
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@generalet, Ingvar takes 1 Strain. @rumo, Myrven takes 3 Strain.May 14, 2025 5:16 am
Myrven falls heavily onto a shoulder, exhaling a curse.
"Damn this place, get me above ground!"
He scrambles to his feet, using the crate to stabilise himself. He tries to push it or carry it in a new way.
"Damn this place, get me above ground!"
He scrambles to his feet, using the crate to stabilise himself. He tries to push it or carry it in a new way.
May 14, 2025 6:55 am
Dahlia says, "Hey maybe the two of you could like carry one together."
Then, under her breath, she mutters, "Ya clumsy oafs…"
Then, under her breath, she mutters, "Ya clumsy oafs…"
May 14, 2025 1:09 pm
The workers on the face continue, oblivious. But someone's approaching along the mud floor, pushing a heavy barrow on a wobbly wheel. They're big and round but short. "Hey! What's the noise … and what are you doing with pigment crates?"
May 14, 2025 10:50 pm
Dahlia says, "Just doing what Ricalu told us to do, Ricalu. Me, Ricalu, and Ricalu have work. Go ask Ricalu and Ricalu; they'll confirm. Excuse me, Ricalu."
She glances at her companions and shrugs slightly.
She glances at her companions and shrugs slightly.
May 14, 2025 11:55 pm
"… ok, Ricalu."
The barrow-pusher pushes past. The barrow load is disconcertingly glistening pastel color, mostly what might be a shade of lavender but your color vision is really weird in this no-light world.
Next room?
The barrow-pusher pushes past. The barrow load is disconcertingly glistening pastel color, mostly what might be a shade of lavender but your color vision is really weird in this no-light world.
Next room?
May 14, 2025 11:59 pm
Dahlia shrugs and mutters, " what in the actual hells is going on …" and she presses on to the next room.
May 15, 2025 8:16 am
"you know as well as we do Ricalu".
Myrven shrugs back, trying to lift the crate on his own once more.
Myrven shrugs back, trying to lift the crate on his own once more.
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