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Post by zipp on May 28, 2009 23:26:25 GMT
No DC, but...
As Owain bent to look at the sack, Mowyer laughed.
"An outsider will never figure out the pattern," she said. A moment later, irony struck home as she opened her own bag and screamed as there was a flash of light. Owain leapt to his feet. Mowyer was holding her head and groaning.
In case you didn't guess... check board, Mowyer.
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Post by Brother Owain on May 29, 2009 5:10:44 GMT
Owain rushes over to Mowyer, concerned that the flash may have damaged her eyesight.
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Post by Mowyer Pax on May 29, 2009 7:03:40 GMT
Mowyer shrieks and throws the bag away, staggering backwards. However after a moment she blinks and instead of fear a look of amazement crosses her face as she regains her sight. "Don't touch me!" she says as Owain moves over, taking another step back. "I am sorry, I am alright, thank you for you concern. I just...I just need a moment to think." Mowyer seems to be internalising to some shock and some realisation. She breaks off her thought to say, "the makers of those packs crate a pull string from a cylinder 90cm long and 24cm around. They place the pull string at the top, and loop if five times exactly around the cylinder so the bottom of the pull string touches the base. Do not pull the string more or less than that value or else the trap will be released." Mowyer looks to her own bag, now inert, and again seems lost in thought. Heh, that was the riddle given to me, sorry! I'm in early to work, so only started working on it but I need toi get on with end of month stuff The circumference of an ellipse is where I stopped - it can't be that hard can it? Hmm....we shall see.
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Post by Brother Owain on May 29, 2009 21:27:07 GMT
After some deliberation and scratching of diagrams in the dirt, Owain uses his quarterstaff as a measuring rod and unravels a certain amount of string which he then wraps around the cylinder.
Exact workings in OOC thread.
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Post by zipp on May 29, 2009 23:47:36 GMT
Owain looked at Mowyer, as if to confirm his measurement or ascertain what the next step was. She was still distracted by... whatever it was that had happened to her. Owain shrugged and opened the bag.
A second later he was still alive and exactly that much was right in the world.
Inside the bag sat a large orb. It's surface was jet black.
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Post by Brother Owain on May 30, 2009 7:23:42 GMT
"Hmm, interesting. Also suspicious," says Owain. "Some sort of scrying-crystal perhaps?" The priest makes no effort to remove the object from the bag immediately, instead attempting to recognise it.
Can I make a SKILL roll or something to identify this thing?
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Post by Mowyer Pax on May 30, 2009 9:54:33 GMT
Odd. Here's a mental roll to try and identify it aswell.
Mental roll to identify the orb or get any 'feeling' from it (1d20=6, 1d20=20, 1d20=3, 1d20=4)some crap, one 20, so depends on if mental will help here. If so, Owain's mental of five should hopefully reveal some cool stuff.[/url] Mowyer shakes herself as she realises that Owain has gone on to open the pack. "Foolish man!" she starts to say, but as he opens the pack safely she stops herself. She covers her embarrassment by examining the pouch. "I have not always confined myself to Oasis," she says, in a mixture of pride and something that sounds like distaste, "and I have seen many strange things. This is certainly one of the strangest. I do not trust it, I think you are correct to be suspiscious." Despite herself, she is impressed with the priest's sharp mind. Perhaps she should share what she knows... That sudden;y reminds her of the pack she carelessly discarded. She moves to it, and regretfully finds that one of the contents has smashed. She pulls out the other, a potion bottle, and while shaking the broken fragments of the other free studies the potion. "Ah," she says quietly to herself, and then stuffs it back in the side pouch she dons on her hip again. She moves back to looking at the black sphere, her natural curiosity wishing to gauge it's purpose, its perfection daring her to take it out to admire it.
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Post by Brother Owain on May 30, 2009 9:58:48 GMT
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Post by zipp on May 30, 2009 22:57:37 GMT
Neither Mowyer nor Owain had ever seen a device like this. Instinctively Mowyer reached out to remove it from the bag, and get a better look. Upon touching the orb, the surface turned cloudy and a voice could be heard in the room:
"Team 3, is that you? This is commander Veshin. Report on your status."
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Post by Brother Owain on May 30, 2009 23:04:32 GMT
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Post by zipp on May 31, 2009 0:51:16 GMT
There is a long pause.
"Acknowledged. Situation normal. Put me in contact with captain Renfroe."
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Post by Brother Owain on May 31, 2009 7:50:00 GMT
A look of panic crosses Owain's face. Is this Renfroe a man or a woman? Or is this a ruse by the commander and Renfroe does not exist? He looks at Mowyer imploringly. She recognised the bag as being unique to Oasis, perhaps she knows this commander.
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Post by Mowyer Pax on May 31, 2009 8:04:53 GMT
Mowyer has stood shocked for the moment at the name that is uttered from the orb.
Mowyer takes the device angrily from Owain, and holds it in her hand. She pauses for a moment, but a resolve crosses her face. "Is this Sera Veshin? My name is Mowyer Pax. Do you recognise the name? Do you have Jason Rafael with you? Your men are dead, killed by the horrors unleashed on Oasis. If you are responsible for this, know I will kill you. If you are not, then I think we must talk - for you are being blamed for this nightmare."
Mowyer gives Owain a look that is not at all confident, holding the sphere from herself as if it might explode in her face.
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Post by Brother Owain on May 31, 2009 8:10:21 GMT
"Did you just get us killed?" whispers Owain.
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Post by Mowyer Pax on May 31, 2009 9:43:32 GMT
"You were most likely dead the moment I ran in to your group. Either way, this will aid us better than deception." Mowyer mouths the words 'no portal' to Owain to remind him that reinforcements cannot easily get to them.
But yeah, she probably did and we probably are.
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