10.06.2006
Three Down, One More To Go
GLABEROUS has it, and unlocks the third icon. Level III access granted, which powers up the telescope.
Then... huh. You realize you don't have any more scraps of paper with mysterious words written on them. You need to get one more password to open the mirror gate, presumably, but you haven't found it (yet). Here's a hint: it has nothing to do with the telescope or library terminals, so don't ust try randomly fucking with those things. And none of those BS words you've been entering work either.
No, Schmektor, these words, like the Prince's name, have nothing to do with the castle or its inhabitants, exept for GREYHELM itself obviously. Here's another hint: you're not going to randomly guess it. Well, in theory you might, infinite monkeys/infinite typewriters and all that, but no, not really.
So a crossroads: get the mirror open, or admit defeat. Either way, it'll be the end of this adventure. Since I leave a week from tomorrow for a while, we'll call that the time limit?
...
Tut, well, yeah. Brown Lotus, there ya go. Your book, gimme a Writing check to see how great it is. Unfortunately, your choices for publishing are limited. You can enter it all, line by line, into the library terminal if you want to store it there. No printouts though. Other than that, since you still can't leave this fucking castle, you can hire one of the Greyhelm peasants to publish it for you and distribute it around the 30-odd people on the first floor.
Then... huh. You realize you don't have any more scraps of paper with mysterious words written on them. You need to get one more password to open the mirror gate, presumably, but you haven't found it (yet). Here's a hint: it has nothing to do with the telescope or library terminals, so don't ust try randomly fucking with those things. And none of those BS words you've been entering work either.
No, Schmektor, these words, like the Prince's name, have nothing to do with the castle or its inhabitants, exept for GREYHELM itself obviously. Here's another hint: you're not going to randomly guess it. Well, in theory you might, infinite monkeys/infinite typewriters and all that, but no, not really.
So a crossroads: get the mirror open, or admit defeat. Either way, it'll be the end of this adventure. Since I leave a week from tomorrow for a while, we'll call that the time limit?
...
Tut, well, yeah. Brown Lotus, there ya go. Your book, gimme a Writing check to see how great it is. Unfortunately, your choices for publishing are limited. You can enter it all, line by line, into the library terminal if you want to store it there. No printouts though. Other than that, since you still can't leave this fucking castle, you can hire one of the Greyhelm peasants to publish it for you and distribute it around the 30-odd people on the first floor.
