Starling: "Oh. Well, Mr. Rude Disembodied Text Person, I'll tell you what I want. I came here because my friends and I were looking for some super ancient magical monkey skull. If you could get me that one, I'd be straight out of here faster than you can say zigazig-ah.
edited 25th Aug '15 4:25:33 PM by LeChuck4
Plot
-The carving reads...-
Six: ...you're kidding me, Blackjack decided now was autopilot time.
Fuck it.
-Six assesses what material the door is made of. Given it's wood, she then punches through the door next to the handle, then attempts to unlock/open it from the outside-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Plot
-Well, the material the door was made out of was indeed wood...although Six will also note that the door was unlocked from the start as she opens it-
-And so Starlight descends into the depths. The smell of death is growing much worse here. Roll a d20 to note hurl again-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Six: -attempts to unlock the door-
-nothing-
-attempts to unlock it again-
-nothing-
-attempts to lock it-
-click-
...oooooooh, we never needed to.
-re-unlocks the door, opens it, and peers around-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Six moves up the staircase carefully, aware that if something catches them in the stairwell, they're dead-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."