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I double-dog-dare someone to start pushing buttons. :devil:

Echo, the panel by the door has some similar controls to the panels upstairs, namely gravity orientation of the corridor, as well as controls for production rate, mix ratio, speed, etc. It also has several more controls relating to power levels, cycle times, and a sub-menu about... styles...

Echo, you see on the wall in which the door is set, just inside the room, another control panel similar to the one above, though this one is even more extensive.

Olaf, sounds like you've gotten a lot of good advise, but you can never have too much, right? :) Like others have said, a more rules-lite system may be of interest. I recently got into Numenera, which is a very rules-lite system with a lot of flexibility for the GM. It's actually very close...

Father Seren examines the symbols carefully, glides his hand along a symbol and the slab parts smoothly, revealing a chamber beyond. This one seems oriented the same as the chamber above: parallel with the earth's surface, so in theory there will be an awkward but non-lethal gravity shift to...

Duncan and Seregal (and all other interested parties) head down to the other end of the now-corridor. The gravity does not fluctuate, and the light remains even and bright throughout. You see no scuffs, marks, or other dings of hard use, not even dirt on the floor. At the far end, it's a...

Ullara will cease in her searches, mildly miffed at the Steward's initial choice of phrase. Busy is busy, and ill is ill, and if people would stop trying to be so ridiculously vague in some effort to save face, then they could have come back at a more convenient time for everyone. But having...

If the Steward will not lead them to his obviously ailing lord, then Ullara will have to do so. "Bran," she says, and makes a sharp gesture with her hand. "Seek," she says in the sing-song accent of the Witchwood region. She nods to Bayar and follows Bran as he begins his trek through the...

Ullara bends her head to hide a smile at Bayar's bold actions, and covers it by rearranging something in her satchel. She looks up at the Steward and absently remind Bran to "heel," in case the man tried to get them lost in the corridors. "Shall we, then?" she says so politely it's positively...

Duncan, you explore the tunnel carefully, and though the heat does get more intense at the door at the end, it doesn't seem to be the sort of heat that would harm you. You do see some more of those ubiquitous symbols on the wall near the door. Echo, you also traverse the corridor with Duncan...

Well, if someone walks to the far end, they'll find out... But it seems as if there's an aperture down there. :)

Anyone, anyone, Bueller?

"Perhaps, if you would also allow, I could aid Herr Borne." Ullara brings around a satchel at her side and opens it to reveal a neatly packed kits of unguents, herbs, bandages, i.e. a healer's kit. "I have skill with many remedies I would be willing to share to help one feel their very best."

"We have a letter for Herr Borne," Ullara says, looking up, up, and up at the man at the window. "The Chancellor charged us to deliver it personally."

Ullara Halx, female human druid with dog companion Bran Ullara had changed into her good outfit for their audience. Granted her "good" outfit consisted of the one travel outfit that wasn't stained, but at least it was neat and clean, if not dyed and embroidered and crafted of some fancy fabric...

Ullara knows these others are a curious collection, some hired more for the strength of their arms, others clearly more for their minds, and probably at least one for a winning smile. The delicate navigation required to work with human customs required the strength of a bear, the cunning of a...

Well, I haven't seen Gamgee for a month or Shadowsmith for two, so I'll phase out Wisco and Xaion for now.

Duncan, you lower yourself down, but quickly realize that where Father Seren is standing is the "floor" of this place. From your new perspective, you're standing in a hallway with a large pit at on end and a door at the other. Seregal, you look around carefully, seeing grooves at intervals...

Ullara smiles a bit at that. "Should we find a book of that poet, I think I should like to read him. That line could describe my life!" She turns to nod politely to the Steward, patting Bran's head absently and keeping him from nibbling on the servants. Hey, I don't suppose people would be...

Ullara had been quiet, watching the others bombard the Chancellor with questions, quirking an eyebrow at the amount of muscle and minds needed to deliver requests, but this was politics, and such maneuvering was bound to be easily as dangerous a traveling with a wolf pack. And considering the...