10.26.2006
Nope
Two... or three days? Oh no. Two or three rounds, if you're lucky and keep Croatius talking. You sense the Vrill underneath just waiting to take Vrill/Croatius back over and finish you guys off. The guy's twitching back and forth and muttering threats between clenched teeth.
So, no. No time to repair Zom right now, although sure, back in the workshop you might be able to. No time to rest, heal, rememorize beyond what small amount of potions and spells you have.
Dave FoO, your "Dear Odin, it's me Margaret" gives nothing. Vrill/Croatius laughs at your attempt. "This place is free from gods, or mostly so... just two gods here, or perhaps three, before you. A god of life, alive, enslaved. A god of death, now dead, and free. Ha, neither where they wish to be."
The 'original' Croatius and the dead girl have nothing of interest. Croatius stares at you when you ask about her. "Who is she? Who is She? The thesis of my Ode, the minotaur at the center of this Maze, my Alpha and Omega, my love, my life, my death, my greatest failure."
He gazes at the girl for some time, then grimaces and spits.
"You've come this far this blind? Then I suppose destruction is the only avenue left to you. I Vrill yet remain and... nothing more... your executor."
The weird fog is only in your head. A feeling of grief and despair.
The metal giant has his huge pitchfork and big drill. Ron Ball has a suit of chainmail (partially damaged), a silver mace, two nice rings, a crucifix, three potions, and a scroll. You don't have time for a thorough search of the garden, but you can give me a spot check (i.e., WIS) for a quick scan.
Three butterflies flit around the body of the dead girl, now cold and pale. The blood has dried, forming a large lavender skin in a rough circle in the middle of the glade.
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Let me make it clear what I mean by "don't have time". Vrill is struggling to control himself and blow you the fuck up. Croatius seems to care less and is happy to talk. The guy's clearly having an internal struggle between these two forces right in front of you, and if you sit down and have a picnic, that might be what throws him over the edge.
You're not sure you can just stroll off into the sunset here. Of course, maybe you should take two or three days in real life, and wait for a full complement of PCs (when Brogg gets back). Sit back, have a tea, re-read the posts and try to understand this place and these people maybe.
And yeah, Blogger's been hard to log onto. Looks like every day around 5 PM EST it shuts down for an hour or so.
So, no. No time to repair Zom right now, although sure, back in the workshop you might be able to. No time to rest, heal, rememorize beyond what small amount of potions and spells you have.
Dave FoO, your "Dear Odin, it's me Margaret" gives nothing. Vrill/Croatius laughs at your attempt. "This place is free from gods, or mostly so... just two gods here, or perhaps three, before you. A god of life, alive, enslaved. A god of death, now dead, and free. Ha, neither where they wish to be."
The 'original' Croatius and the dead girl have nothing of interest. Croatius stares at you when you ask about her. "Who is she? Who is She? The thesis of my Ode, the minotaur at the center of this Maze, my Alpha and Omega, my love, my life, my death, my greatest failure."
He gazes at the girl for some time, then grimaces and spits.
"You've come this far this blind? Then I suppose destruction is the only avenue left to you. I Vrill yet remain and... nothing more... your executor."
The weird fog is only in your head. A feeling of grief and despair.
The metal giant has his huge pitchfork and big drill. Ron Ball has a suit of chainmail (partially damaged), a silver mace, two nice rings, a crucifix, three potions, and a scroll. You don't have time for a thorough search of the garden, but you can give me a spot check (i.e., WIS) for a quick scan.
Three butterflies flit around the body of the dead girl, now cold and pale. The blood has dried, forming a large lavender skin in a rough circle in the middle of the glade.
...
Let me make it clear what I mean by "don't have time". Vrill is struggling to control himself and blow you the fuck up. Croatius seems to care less and is happy to talk. The guy's clearly having an internal struggle between these two forces right in front of you, and if you sit down and have a picnic, that might be what throws him over the edge.
You're not sure you can just stroll off into the sunset here. Of course, maybe you should take two or three days in real life, and wait for a full complement of PCs (when Brogg gets back). Sit back, have a tea, re-read the posts and try to understand this place and these people maybe.
And yeah, Blogger's been hard to log onto. Looks like every day around 5 PM EST it shuts down for an hour or so.
