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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 10:52 pm
Mia grins, ready to start this adventure. "Well, I think I'll head into the earth, who knows whats in there." She slips on a pack with a few supplies and heads down into the earth.
I look between the two remaining choices, deciding on the darker path. I grab my pack, take one last look back at Mia disappearing into the earth, and the other path before tightening my pack and heading off into the darkness.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 11:07 pm
Mia- You follow the stairs until the ground evens out. Its somewhat cold, but not uncomfortably so and you notice that the area is quite well lit. You reach the first intersection on your journey. All three paths are bright, yet the left one seems to have the most of the three.
#- Continue forward.
#- Go left.
#- Go right.
Aya- You walk forward a ways and reach a fork in the road. The air is chill, but the area gets warmer and brighter twords the right and colder and darker to the left. Both paths seem to continue a ways.
#- Go right.
#- Go left.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 11:59 pm
Mia looks between the paths, unsure of which to choose. She continues looking, unable to decide. She picks up a stick and throws it in the air, deciding she'll go with whichever path it points to, she watches it land and stick straight into the ground. "Stupid stick!" Giving up with a sigh, she closes her eyes and spins in several circles before sitting down, slightly dizzy and opening her eyes to the right path. "Alrighty then," she heads confidently down the right path.
I shiver slightly, both from the cold and the dark. Seeing the fork in the road, I decide to take a quick water break before heading on. I sit in the roots of a tree, facing the fork, trying to decide which way to go. The more dangerous usually reaps the better rewards, but I forgot a sweatshirt. Standing up and dusting myself off, I put the water away and take the left path anyways.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:37 am
Mia- The right path ends rather quick. You face a rather off looking wall whose build could be likened to the wayside of a pyramid. One brick seems sticks out precociously.
#- Pull the brick out. [Randomize 1-12]
#- Turn back.
Aya- Its quite chilly here, nearly enough to give you goosebumps but not enough to slow you. The atmosphere here has been steady for a bit. After a yard or two you come to a right turn that ends, but continuing would lead you to a turn in the path as well.
#- Investigate right.
#- Continue forward.
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Aya-Firebird generated a random number between
1 and 12 ...
1!
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:40 am
Mia looks at the wall, "Well that was sudden, but whats that brick about?" She walks up to the wall and quickly pulls the brick out of the wall, investigating behind it.
I look around and see the dead end. Well there might be something helpful in there. I decide to check it out.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 12:33 pm
Mia- The wall shivers slightly as you remove the brick, but thankfully remains standing. Dust billows out of the gap for a moment, but as you look in you notice something. A chopstick. After you take the item you have no where else to go and must turn back. At the intersection again, you came from the right. The way forward is brighter than the way to the left.
#- Go left.
#- Continue forward.Aya- Turning right you meet a wall. Its grey and apparently cement. A small crack is near the left side, and a light shines out. Its big enough for your hand, but a tight fit.
#- Reach in. [Randomize 1-12]
#- Turn back.
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Aya-Firebird generated a random number between
1 and 12 ...
6!
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 1:14 pm
Mia looks at the chopstick "Sweet! Wait...what do I do with this?" She shrugs and puts into her pack just in case. She looks between the two paths and decides to continue forward, just to see where it leads.
I inspect the wall, and debate what might be in the crack ready to strike, but decide to stop being a chicken. I stick my hand in hoping for the best.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 5:09 pm
Aya- You touch something in the crevasse and pull out two little round ceramic beads. Pocketing your find, you exit the area and head the only way you haven't been down. After a long walk you find another split.
#- Continue forward.
#- Go right.
Mia- The decision to go forward seems a good one as the area is now very well lit. Now you have a choice of right or left. To the right it's much brighter and warmer. While to the left it gets dimmer and back to it's normal temperature as far as you can tell.
#- Go right.
#- Go left.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 5:24 pm
I look at the beads, wondering who lost them, but stick them in my pack for safe keeping. Looking at my path choices, I continue forward, hoping to find something helpful that way.
Mia looks at both paths, wondering where to go. She decides to continue down the brightly lit path, just to see where it will go.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 5:13 pm
Mia- That path you take increases in brightness bit by bit as you continue forward. Cinnamon rings through the air strongly here for some reason. Another intersection is before you. Ahead is a dead end, but something looks as it could be there. To the right is where you swear the cinnabun scent is emerging from and there is a vast increase in brightness that way.
#- Go right.
#- Continue forward.Aya- Heading forward once more brings you to an intersection of left or right. Neither path are offshoots of the main, it is the main path splitting in two. The right seems seems to smell of new car and the left has a tinge of cold.
#- Go right.
#- Go left.Inventory
Mia: Chopstick(1)
Aya: Set of Beads (1)
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:35 pm
Mia decides she's had good luck with dead ends and hoes for the dead end without hesitation.
I look at the two and decide to follow the strange smell. With a deep breath, I start off down the right path.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:10 pm
Mia- The dead end is not swayed and does not fall for your hoe-like subduction. At the end is a cloth baggy.
#- Open the bag like a kid on Christmas. [Randomize 1-12]
#- Don't open it, but pocket it just in case.
#- Leave and head the other way instead.Aya- The smell leads you, disappointingly to a dead end. There a frog sits apon a woven basket.
#- Kick the frog off of the basket! It's yours! [Randomize 1-12]
#- Eat the frog.
#- Leave and take the other path.Inventory
Mia: Chopstick(1)
Aya: Set of Beads (1)
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Aya-Firebird rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:46 pm
Mia sees the bag and opens it quickly, excited to see what happens to be inside.
"Hey a basket! Mr Froggy, would you mind moving? Move please.....please....damn it! Move it!" I move the frog off the basket and open it up to see what I can find
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 4:44 pm
Mia- Nothing pops out of the baggy for you, the cloth promptly collapsing into a pile on the floor. You growl and head toward the cinnamon scent but stop right before the light at another intersection. To the left the light fades and goes back into the darkness... while ahead... well the light source is right before you.
#- Back to the dark! MY EYESHURT.
#- I came here for a cinnabun and I'm getting one. Forward, dammit.Aya- The frog flips you the bird and scampers from your prescence. You open the basket and find nothing inside. Why the hell was a frog there either way? You exit and head the only way you have not gone. It leads you to a three way intersection.
#- Go forward. You're almost drawn there...
#- Go left. It's nice and cool and smells like dirt.
#- Go right. Mmm. Is that Cinnamon, faintly?Inventory
Mia: Chopstick(1)
Aya: Set of Beads (1)
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:12 pm
Mia laughs, "Well that wasn't helpful." She looks at the bright light and shields her eyes before heading for the delicious cinnamony smell.
I return the gesture to the frog, grumbling about how rude that froggy was. I look between the three options and my stomach growls at the cinnamon smell, but something is calling to me from the path in front of me. I decide to head that way and see what it is. I settle my pack and start forward.
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