KILLING ZANDER [Planescape 3.0] IC thread
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On a beautifully crafted oak table in the center of the room is a meal fit for a king; fine wine, rich cheese, and steaming hot roasted duck.
Behind one particularly beautiful, ornate, Oriental-style tapestry you find a small door with a beautiful knob of polished glass. You test the knob and find the door unlocked.
Behind another tapestry, this one smaller and slightly less elegant, is a window. Outside the window is an endless sky, the likes of which you have never seen before. The color is not blue or gray or black, but a brilliant orange, and not the orange of sunsets on your home world [what was it called? Greyhawk? Something else?]. This is an orange that seems strikingly unnatural, somehow…wrong. Too lush, too full, too real. Yet also stunningly lovely. The kind of color dreams are made of. The window is sealed tight and there is no visible latch, hinges, or any other opening mechanism.
The lush, thick rugs that line the floors are difficult to roll aside, but the three of you are able to search under each one; nothing.
A thorough search of the room reveals nothing else of interest.
The excessively lofty ceiling towers forty feet over your heads, its oddly-shaped mirrors and crystal chandelier reflecting strange and distorted parodies of your party.
Pryas casts detect magic for three rounds (I'll assume he wants the strongest detection). He detects no magical auras.
[OOC: As a general rule, you don’t need to ask for Listen checks; I just assume your characters are listening and I regularly roll Listen checks for you. Same with Search; I’ll assume your characters will do a reasonable search of things they encounter; if you want to conduct a thorough search, however, such as a take 20, you’ll need to specify.]
[Also, truly awesome characterization and dialogue so far. I'm reading this thinking, "Holy crap, these guys are good!"
Keep it up!]
Behind one particularly beautiful, ornate, Oriental-style tapestry you find a small door with a beautiful knob of polished glass. You test the knob and find the door unlocked.
Behind another tapestry, this one smaller and slightly less elegant, is a window. Outside the window is an endless sky, the likes of which you have never seen before. The color is not blue or gray or black, but a brilliant orange, and not the orange of sunsets on your home world [what was it called? Greyhawk? Something else?]. This is an orange that seems strikingly unnatural, somehow…wrong. Too lush, too full, too real. Yet also stunningly lovely. The kind of color dreams are made of. The window is sealed tight and there is no visible latch, hinges, or any other opening mechanism.
The lush, thick rugs that line the floors are difficult to roll aside, but the three of you are able to search under each one; nothing.
A thorough search of the room reveals nothing else of interest.
The excessively lofty ceiling towers forty feet over your heads, its oddly-shaped mirrors and crystal chandelier reflecting strange and distorted parodies of your party.
Pryas casts detect magic for three rounds (I'll assume he wants the strongest detection). He detects no magical auras.
[OOC: As a general rule, you don’t need to ask for Listen checks; I just assume your characters are listening and I regularly roll Listen checks for you. Same with Search; I’ll assume your characters will do a reasonable search of things they encounter; if you want to conduct a thorough search, however, such as a take 20, you’ll need to specify.]
[Also, truly awesome characterization and dialogue so far. I'm reading this thinking, "Holy crap, these guys are good!"
Keep it up!]
*Roth's face lights up when he sees the meal and he goes to sit down, loading his plate up with roasted duck, cheese, and filling his goblet with fine wine. He eats and drinks with gusto, a wide grin on his face.*
"This food is wonderful! Would you like some? Would Deva like some? I think cats like duck, don't they? For eating, not for friends I mean. You can't make a friend out of a roast duck. I'm pretty sure... Wow, what are those on the ceiling?" Roth says, forgetting to chew as he has his first look at a mirror.
"This food is wonderful! Would you like some? Would Deva like some? I think cats like duck, don't they? For eating, not for friends I mean. You can't make a friend out of a roast duck. I'm pretty sure... Wow, what are those on the ceiling?" Roth says, forgetting to chew as he has his first look at a mirror.
After going about the room, she goes over to the hooks with her equipment and begins to slip herself into her armor...her dagger disappears into the folds of her cloak, she belts a shortsword across her waist and slings a light crossbow over her shoulder.
With a disparaging glance at the food and even less towards the sky, Keys makes her way to the small door and cracks it open and appears about to slip out of the room. If there's this much in the guestroom, I can bet what else is in this place. Although, I could probably use a bite to eat, and if I bring those two along, they'd draw all the attention. Turning around, she strolls purposefully back towards the plates of food and takes up a seat at the table, eyeing the wine and cheese like a skeptical connoisseur.
Taking careful portions of the food, she watches Roth with a discrete awareness. Swirling the wine in her goblet she breathes in its vapors, squashing the memories of the last time she ate so well. Letting herself sink into the fine aromas and tastes she finishes off a good deal more than what most would expect from a halfling. Her mind so astray she barely notes Roth's amazement at the ceiling.
With a disparaging glance at the food and even less towards the sky, Keys makes her way to the small door and cracks it open and appears about to slip out of the room. If there's this much in the guestroom, I can bet what else is in this place. Although, I could probably use a bite to eat, and if I bring those two along, they'd draw all the attention. Turning around, she strolls purposefully back towards the plates of food and takes up a seat at the table, eyeing the wine and cheese like a skeptical connoisseur.
Taking careful portions of the food, she watches Roth with a discrete awareness. Swirling the wine in her goblet she breathes in its vapors, squashing the memories of the last time she ate so well. Letting herself sink into the fine aromas and tastes she finishes off a good deal more than what most would expect from a halfling. Her mind so astray she barely notes Roth's amazement at the ceiling.
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"Oh, you have lots of weapons too. So do I, see? Greatsword, handaxe, dagger, and a longbow! I made some of the myself, did you make any of yours yourself? Would you like some of this cheese, the white cheese is really tasty, and so is the pink wine," Roth says, smiling at Keys.
rknop
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Pyras lets the others know that he hasn't detected any magic.
Pryas will pick at the meal a little bit. He's not terribly hungry, but is happy to see that it is there.
He spends some time looking out the window, evidently deeply lost in thought. "Odd," he says. "I've never seen a sky like that before. Where are we?"
Looking over at Ferrix and the door, he says, "Want to do a little exploring, see if we can figure out who our hosts are?"
-Pryas Farboulder
Pryas will pick at the meal a little bit. He's not terribly hungry, but is happy to see that it is there.
He spends some time looking out the window, evidently deeply lost in thought. "Odd," he says. "I've never seen a sky like that before. Where are we?"
Looking over at Ferrix and the door, he says, "Want to do a little exploring, see if we can figure out who our hosts are?"
-Pryas Farboulder
Keys, female halfling rogue
Setting down her goblet, Keys gazes into the swirling red of the wine, then tosses it back almost callously and turns towards Pyras. Right on cue. "We might as well, since the view in here isn't even that good." Slipping down from the chair she quickly makes her way over to the small door and draws it open, gesturing through it, "after you."
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Setting down her goblet, Keys gazes into the swirling red of the wine, then tosses it back almost callously and turns towards Pyras. Right on cue. "We might as well, since the view in here isn't even that good." Slipping down from the chair she quickly makes her way over to the small door and draws it open, gesturing through it, "after you."
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"Exploring? Of course, I'd love to go. New things are always fun," he says, pushing himself up from the table. After a moment of thought, he wraps up some of the duck and cheese in a napkin for later, and grabs a full bottle of wine from the table to drink as he goes along. Stuffing both in his pack, he swaggers to the door. "Let's go on an adventure!"
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