Jefferson Harco: "Where you are? Well your with myself, and Torie.... The fun stuff, well for me that's trying to find my way home...."
Jefferson Harco: But first I think we're to return this Gabi back for she has killed someone.
Torie: Looks over at the young girl, then back over to Jeff, "It would help if you were as fast to give your name as my own," she says, then looks over at Gabi, giving her a kick real quick. "Who are you little girl?" she says looking back up at Braids.
Jefferson Harco: "So we could go up more and more, or we could go back and rid us of this spell
Braids: Braids looks over at Torie, "I am Ameae Shaowin the Second, although most people just call me Braids," she says smiling, "You over dress by the way. And where are we anyways? I know, we are hear with you, but lets give a real answer, I know it is there..."
Jefferson Harco: "I wish i could explain more....but all i know is we're in a tower...
Torie: Torie looks over at Jeff, "You need to open your eyes," then turning to Braids, "We are not on Bit if that is what you are asking. Consider us on another world completely unlike home... but the same."
Braids: Nods, smiling still, although the smile is slightly different, then looks over at the man, "So... do I get your name, or are you just going to be Hey You... or whatever nickname gives me a tickle?"
Jefferson Harco: Jeff
Jefferson Harco: well all that i know is that we're not where we were when we started looking for an artifact...
Torie: "Jeff, must you tell everything? Be an open book, but remember to edit yourself well," Torie says, then looks over at Braids.
Braids: "Artifact? A mission after my own heart it seems..."
Braids: Looking over at Torie, "You remind me of Kenti, always saying don't say everything..."
Torie: "Sounds like a wise man."
Torie: "Lets check out these rooms and set up a camp for the night... any objections or giving out of secrets?"
Jefferson Harco: I don't think i belong in this conversation...as I am lost in everyones words.
Braids: "Nah, I'd like to peak around anyways... Church likes to hide things, or at least that is what I was lead to believe, and that belief did drop me off here, so it is likely it is true... and they were fighting for something."
Torie: "Look around, I will be here," she says, the kicks Gabi again, and leans against the wall next to her.
Braids: Braids nods, and starts to explore the area.
Jefferson Harco: is it really nessisary to keep kickin her?
Jefferson Harco moves over to pick up Gabi
Jefferson Harco: I'm gonna stay here and watch over Gabi, and get some rest, you two can go search and destroy....
Torie: "Probably not, but then, she was annoying... so it makes me feel a little better about be put massively out of my way and traipsing around not just one world, but several." As if to make a point, she kicks Gabi one more time, and then lets Jeff do what he will with her.
DM: all 26 of the rooms are pretty similar, the only differences are the shapes of the rooms, in order to fit 26 rooms with near identical floor space into a circular tower off of a straight hallway running down the center
DM: each has a small cot, a small table, and a chair... only 2 of them had other things in there... the two that were apparently occupied had some personal effects from the two Church ladies...
Jefferson Harco chooses a room and brings Gabi with him
Braids: Goes through the personal affects
Torie: Pulls a cot to outside of the room with Gabi and Jeff in it, blocking the door with her cot, and sits down on it, watching Braids move from room to room.
Braids: After giving up her search, she pulls a cot up next to Tories, and starts to prepare to goto sleep.
Torie: "What are you doing girl?" Torie asks Braids.
Braids: "I don't like sleeping in a room alone, and Jeff is... well a guy... so I am going to sleep out here with you!" she says with an excited little smile.
Torie: Rolls her eyes, then says, "Annoy me and you will be sleeping in the stables, understood?"
Braids: Shrugs, and crawls into her bedroll, obviously a little sad as she does so.
DM: right then... as the time goes by, each of you notices that the lights in the walls are getting dimmer...
DM: and Jeff, Gabi wakes up after about an hour and a half
DM: but says nothing, takes one look around, and closes her eyes to lie back again
Jefferson Harco: "you have two choices lady, you can behave and I will be taking you back, or I will return you to your state of unconsciousness
Jefferson Harco: I try to sense if she actually sleeping
DM: yeah, she's not (yet)... but she's also not responding at all
Torie: Gets out the bed, and walks over to Gabi, and draws her rapier, and moves to smack Gabi in the head a couple of times with the hilt of the weapon.
Jefferson Harco: Stay Back, I can handle this.
Jefferson Harco: *turning back to Gabi, grabbing her shoulders, and forcing her to sit up* "Listen to me, If you do not cooperate, I will have to put you back asleep, and I wont be pretty."
Torie: Torie disregards the order to stay back, and walks into the room, drawing her blade, and leveling the point in the direction of Gabi. "Handle it, but you wont be doing it alone."
Jefferson Harco: "There's no need for a drawn sword. Put that away now."
Jefferson Harco: "You can stand beside me, like me, without a weapon
DM: Gabi opens her eyes, leaving them only partially open, to look between Jeff and Torie, then speaks in Elven. "I'm obviously a prisoner, I'd be stupid to try something while you're standing over me, wouldn't I?"
Torie: "Sorry buddy, I have escorted prisoners before, rule one is once they fake sleeping, a blade is ready at all times."
Torie: "What did she say?"
Jefferson Harco: Back in Elven "Yes It would be silly, but as you can see my friend here does not like the thought of you being awake."
Torie: "Translations if you please Jeff."
DM: "Fine, then let me go back to sleep." (she only knows Elven or a dialect of common that none of you know, so assume any conversation from Gabi is in Elven)
Jefferson Harco: *Back to Torie* "Lower your sword, I do not translate to the hostile..."
Torie: Shrug, "Guess I will have to go without the information then," and takes up a sentry by the door, sword drawn and held ready.
Jefferson Harco: In Elven "Ok well I am going to tie your hands up, so sit still."
DM: Gabi: "And how am I supposed to sleep like that?"
Jefferson Harco: E- "hold your hands out, From here on out, you are my prisoner, listen to me, and I will keep these ladies off of you."
Jefferson Harco: E- "You will sleep uncomfortably, but you will sleep."
Torie: As Jeff moves to tie Gabi up, she moves a little closer, keeping her weapon a little more ready.
Jefferson Harco: E- "The only other option is that you sleep for an indefinate amount of time..."
DM: Gabi shrugs. "If you say so."
DM: yeah, BOTH of you can tell she's about to try something as she brings her hands forward... she's got this odd little smile on her face... hell, even BRAIDS can tell, and she's ASLEEP
Jefferson Harco: E- STOP!
Jefferson Harco: E- "Whatever your thinking you better stop it now."
Jefferson Harco: E- "I'm putting my life on the line to ensure your safety, if you don't want that, then just tell me now."
Torie: Quickly moves towards Gabi, and thrusts her blade close Gabi's throat.
DM: "Okay, fine. Yeesh." Gabi offers her wrists docilely, sighing slightly.
Jefferson Harco: E- "No more nonsense, I mean it." * takes the time to tie Gabis wrists nice and tight
DM: "Can't blame a girl for trying."
Torie: "Get her legs too."
Jefferson Harco: "Your right you can't blame her, but you can be happy she choose the right option when she found out she can't
Jefferson Harco ties up Gabi
Jefferson Harco: "If I tie her legs she cannot walk, making our job a lot harder...do you two have any extra rope.
Torie: "I do, and she isn't walking until morning," Torie says, "Its in my pack, go get it," she adds, keeping her weapon on Gabi.
DM: Gabi mutters something in a language nobody here understands... sounds vaguely like "Which"
Jefferson Harco: "No if you want her legs tied up, you go get it, otherwise she can dance the night away."
Torie: Rolls her eyes, the waves her hand towards Gabi, muttered 'Noctuanus' under her breath.
Jefferson Harco: umm...i know that this could be bad....
DM: Gabi just glares at Torie. "Not gonna work, woman." (still in Elven)
Jefferson Harco: "ok well we all need sleep."
Torie: "Jeff, tie up her legs. If she has use of them, she is still dangerous. I find your seeing the best in her cute, but lets play it safe, if you really don't want to do it, wake the girl up and make her do it."
Jefferson Harco: "First off, Listen up, you two must agree not to hurt Gabi for no reason, if she deserves it, i.e. attempting to run then yes, take her down, WITHOUT killing her. I need you two to agree to this. She is my prisoner now, I am taking full responsibility to getting her back to town. She is essentially a part of me.
Jefferson Harco: If shes out of line I will deal with her, if she escapes, it is my fault.
Jefferson Harco: If you hurt her, you hurt me
Torie: "Look sweetie, just handing her over to you means nothing for me, because I have the same geas as you," Torie says, "Like it or not, I am here with you, and I am not going to promise not to hurt her, or kill her, in fact I want to kill her, and am only not because we are supposed to be delivering her alive. So tie up her damn legs."
Jefferson Harco: If thats how you feel then you may tie her legs up, but let this be known, should you harm her without reason or just cause, I will make sure you pay for what you do.
Jefferson Harco: No one, I MEAN NO ONE, needs to be brutalized because of what they have done, or what they believe in. She deserves her chance to make amends, and that's what I want to give her.
Jefferson Harco: You hear that Gabi. I want to give you a second chance.
Torie: "Its your type that causes half of these issues you know," Torie says, then a little louder, "Ameae, wake up!"
Jefferson Harco: Make up for the bad things you've done. Even cooperating by coming with us willingly, will be the first big step.
DM: Gabi sighs quite loudly and dramatically. "Would you two quit babbling in whatever insane tongue, and get that sword away from me so I can sleep?"
Jefferson Harco repeats the last two spoken lines in elven
DM: "Great, so I can cooperate to get interrogated and executed by the geezer? No thanks. You ain't getting my parole that easily. I'll be a good little girl while you're watching, but the minute you turn your back, it's a blade between your shoulders."
Braids: Braids wakes up, and groggily looks over to where her name came from, "What... oh shes awake.."
Braids: Braids crawls out of the cot, still groggy, grabing the rope from the pack, and walks towards Gabi, "He's just saying he wont kill her, or let her be killed."
Torie: Torie looks over at Jeff, and just shakes her head, "You need to keep power with your prisoner, let her think we will kill her."
Jefferson Harco: I don't want to kill her, I don't want her to be a prisoner
Jefferson Harco: She is a being, and even if we do wrong things we still deserve a second chance.
Braids: Braids ties up the feet of Gabi, then looks up at Jeff a little surprised, then shrugs, "Told you guys keeping her alive would be to much effort," then heads off back towards the bed.
Torie: "Nah, in her line of work, her second chance is if she escapes, and quite frankly, I'd prefer she didn't because she wont give us your view of mercy."
Jefferson Harco: E- Its obvious that they wont back down, but i call to you to give up, If you can resist the urge of evil then I will speak on your behalf.
Jefferson Harco: E- You have to prove to me first though, come with me back to town, promise me right here, right now that you will come back and follow that promise, and I will do everything in my hands to keep you from going six feet under.
Braids: "More jibber jabber about not killing her..." Braids says before crawling under the blanket.
Torie: "Jeff, far far to trusting"
Jefferson Harco: Trust is something you build up, and obviously your wall of trust couldn't stop a sneeze.
Torie: Rolls her eyes again, "I guess blind followership requires the naivety to think trust is an actual defense."
DM: Gabi: "Unless you got somethin on the old elf to keep him under your power, you can't do anything. I'd rather take my chances on my own, thank you. And since you're so determined to be so bloody honorable, I'll be honest with you. Give me an inch, and I'll slit your throat. It's my job, and I'm good at it... and it's all about protecting all creation. So don't bother asking for surrender, nothing you can offer me is more important than completing my mission."
DM: with that, Gabi closes her eyes and leans back, obviously done talking.
Jefferson Harco: E- May you then sleep for eternity, so that your mission is never completed...
Jefferson Harco: *turning to the ladies* She's just as stubborn as you Torie, I can't sleep in this room, she's all yours....
Jefferson Harco leaves the room, obviously distraught, and finds a bed elsewhere
Torie: "Stubborn has nothing to do with it." Torie says after him, then turns to Gabi and smacks her hard with the hilt of her sword a couple of times.
DM: yup, she's out cold again
Torie: Sits down on the bed, and watches her.
Jefferson Harco is sleeping, tossing and turning
Torie: Torie looks at the Gabi, nice try, then smacks her a few more times with the weapons hilt.
DM: lol, she's back out
DM: okay... this process repeats itself several times during the night...
DM: and... you realize around 2 that you're starting to lose focus
DM: mind wandering, that sort of thing
Torie: "Well its sleep time for me," Torie says, smack the woman one more time, then moving to wake up Braids.
Braids: Once again, Braids rolls over, and looks towards Torie, "What now?"
Torie: "Watch her, I need sleep," Torie says, lying down in the bed, her sword still in her hand.
Braids: "Fine, I guess, I've rested more then enough anyways," she says with a strong hint of sarcasm, "I will watch the annoying one..." as she crawls roughly over Torie to get into the room, and sit near Gabi, putting a rock in her sling to use as an improvised blackjack should the need arise.
DM: right then... round about 6am, Braids (as the only one currently awake), you notice the lights on the walls are starting to brighten somewhat... all night, they'd been about the level of a common lamp...
Braids: "Oh good, morning," Braids says, then yells, "Hey Torie! Wake up!"
Torie: Torie bolts up from sleep and jumps to her feet, and looks at Gabi on the ground, then Braids, "What the hell?"
Braids: "Just morning..."
Braids: "Where is that Jeff guy?" she asks with a new smile.
Torie: "He stalked off last night, go get him while I get her ready to move," Torie says, walking over to Gabi, and kicking her in the stomach, "Hey get up."
Braids: Braids shrugs, and heads off down the hallways opening each door, and looking for Jeff.
Jefferson Harco is Waking up
DM: Gabi opens her eyes to glare at Torie, responding in Elven. "If you're going to say something, at least do so in an intelligible tongue. Don't speak your language, remember? How do you like it when people say things YOU don't understand?"
Torie: Kicks her in the stomach again, "Quiet."
Jefferson Harco: Hey Braids, how's Gabi, or should i even ask?
DM: Gabi just glares up at you steadily
Braids: "Bloody face, bloody nose, all in all, probably the worse the wear, why?"
Torie: "Stare all you want darling," Torie says, stepping back and holding her sword ready again.
DM: Gabi just closes her eyes and leans back again, not saying another word.
Jefferson Harco: "I shouldn't have asked...
Braids: "Can I say something, somewhat mean?"
Jefferson Harco: "Sure, talk and walk, Let's go back and make sure she's not dead..."
Braids: "Note, I am going to say it anyways, just Terry told me I should at least try and be polite... ahh good."
Braids: "Pick your allies, you were being a lot nicer to the prisoner then you were to your ally. Torie is, icky, but she is on your side, Gabi isn't," with that Braids just heads off towards the prisoner room.
Jefferson Harco: "why cannot everyone be allies?"
Braids: "Because then you wouldn't need them."
Dianysia: "Everyone can be allies... Gabi is just an ally we're turning over under duress."
Jefferson Harco: "But when we are free, can we not all be friends?"
Braids: "Heh, I don't like everyone being friends, little not friends here and there is always fun."
Dianysia: "I don't know that Gabi will be free. She's an assassin."
Dianysia: "No, little not friends here and there equals kindapped, accused, proving self and eviction."
Torie: "I'd hope she wont be free," Torie said as the group came close, "Ahh Dianysia, good to see you again," while she still held the sword to Gabi's throat.
Jefferson Harco does not enters the room but walks past and leans upon the door frame.
Braids: Turning to Dianysia, "Aha, now I know your name."
Dianysia: "Yeah, though most just call me Dia, or princess, or sweetie, though the latter causes fighting."
Jefferson Harco snickers after hearing the last two....
Braids: "Okay sweetie," Braids says with a grin.
Dianysia wonders how Braids would look cooked medium well.
Dianysia: "Yeah, with the sweetie... not a good idea... You may not understand, but don't call me that."
Torie: "Would someone untie her feet?" Torie says, "I'd like to get rid of her soon."
Dianysia: "Yeah, uh, no. Let's NOT get rid of her, eh?"
Jefferson Harco is yelling into the room over his shoulder...
Jefferson Harco: Are we gonna take her back now?
Braids: Braids just shrugs, "Picky picky aren't we Princess, well I guess I should wait at least a week before I annoy you, but I think you will be like Rudy, or Randy, he hated both of those."
Dianysia: Hated both of what?
Braids: "Rudy or Randy, he hated his nicknames..."
Dianysia: "No, you see... not having to do with hating nicknames, just assorted associations with said nicknames."
Jefferson Harco: E- "Its time we get going..."
Dianysia: "Why?"
Jefferson Harco: E- "the faster we return Gabi, then the faster this spell is killed.
Braids: "Ahh, well thats ok deary, I am Ameae Shaowin the Second, or Braids as most people know me," Braids says with a smile
Torie: "Can we remember to speak common please?" Torie says, still watching over Gabi.
Dianysia: "Ah, I've heard that name before..."
Braids: "Really?"
Dianysia: "Yeah... rumors, nothing else..."
Jefferson Harco is attempting to assert his masculinity by pulling Gabi towards the exit of the room...
Jefferson Harco: "We take her back, and go from there..."
Braids: "Didn't know I was that popular..."
DM: yeah, Gabi is doing NOTHING to help you, Jeff... she is obviously awake, and is intentionally keeping herself limp, complete dead weight
Dianysia: "Uh, yeah... let's not go pulling people around like that... besides, there's something upstairs."
Torie: "Whats up stairs?"
Jefferson Harco: "Something? like what?"
Dianysia: "Your IQ's maybe," Dia says irritably.
Jefferson Harco: "OK then we go upstairs. Let's just get moving."
Torie: "Jeff, stay with your charge, I will help you, I don't think we all need to go, Dia, Braids, you'll be fine on your own?"
Jefferson Harco: "First things first...no spliting up...
Jefferson Harco: "We all go up or we all go down..."
Braids: "Well, I think it makes sense... if we all go up we have to bring the Gabsters with us..."
Dianysia ignores, and heads upstairs, not caring what anyone else is doing by this point.
Braids: Turns to follow Dianysia, and comes up beside her, "So what have you heard about me?"
Jefferson Harco: "Grab Gabi, lets go.
DM: right, so... this time, the stairs don't stop at a quarter turn, as they did previously... but continue up for quite a while... the ceiling remains a constant 8 ft. above the staircase, a constant 5-ft. wide... and there's lots of the nifty little lights on the way up...
DM: and after climbing for a bit, you finally come to a landing, fronted by a solid metal door, looks a lot like iron, leading towards the center of the tower, more stairs heading up... the door has a pentagon inscribed on it, with some strange rune in the center of the pentagon
Torie: "Well Gabi just me and you," Torie says, moving to the cot, and sitting down and watching over the woman again.
Braids: Braids walks up to the Pentagon and begins to examine it, looking over it for anything special.
Jefferson Harco: hmm...that set of stairs was about 1.5 turns...
Dianysia: "Is that odd?"
Jefferson Harco: not really just long
Dianysia: "Maybe we missed an entrance somewhere.... we can check on the way back."
Dianysia: ((Does the door have a handle or anything?))
DM: yes, has a handle, and a lock
DM: or rather, a keyhole
Dianysia checks if it is locked.
DM: yes, it's locked
Jefferson Harco: yeah that's what im thinking, one level was just 1/4 turn, and we went 1.5, that means we could have skipped over 6 possible other levels...
Braids: Braids, seeing the interest in opening the door, brings her focus to the lock, pulling a couple of wire like things that had been hidden in braids in her hair, until it becomes obvious that she is pulling out a set of lock picking tools, and starts to work on the lock.
DM: you fail to make any headway with the lock (and can tell that you're not making any progress), but it DOES produce a reaction...
DM: A disembodied voice, male, speaks from nowhere as you start messing with the lock. "This door has been sealed by order of the Patriarch, for the good of all creation. Leave now, or become eternal enemy to the Church."
Braids: "No thanks," Braids says, as she continues to fumble with the lock.
Dianysia: "Great... Don't have enough enemies here... Now we have to piss off the one constant..."
Braids: "If I listened to every disembodied voice... I probably wouldn't... you know I wouldn't be here, maybe listening to them has some benefit, I'd be in that little town still..."
Braids: (still working on the lock)
Dianysia doesn't respond.
Braids: "Ok, thats not working, lets try option number two," Braids says, "Give me a minute, I think I can get this door open," and she focuses her attention on the door around the lock, and says, "Arca desion seithal."
Dianysia: "Does this also include fire?"
Braids: Shakes her head, but then nods her head, still focusing on the door.
Dianysia continues to the next floor, not looking forward to being blown up by an indecisive variant rogue.
Braids: Breaks her concentration after 18 or so seconds, and then focusing on the exact same place, and says "Arca desion reithal."
Braids: Again, she waits 18 seconds or so, and then sets down her pack, pulling out a hammer, and starts to bang away on the lock portion of the door.
DM: the hammer bounces off with a nice ringing blow... but appears to have absolutely no other effect
Braids: "Hmm, that normally works... any other ideas?"
Jefferson Harco: not sure.....
Jefferson Harco: I'm gonna check the stairwell maybe find a door because that was a long walk...
DM: ahh, the inside wall on the stairs... yeah, find nothing in your search
DM: nothing except nice well-fitted stone & mortar, that is
Braids: "I guess I can get a knock spell ready..."
Braids: "It would take all day though..."
Jefferson Harco: ok i keep searching all the way down the stairs.
Braids: "Well I guess I could just try and heat it up until it softens," she says, then turns back towards the lock and says "Arca desion reithal"
DM: searching down to the rooms below doesn't reveal anything
Jefferson Harco: back up the stairs....
Jefferson Harco: "I got nothing from the stairs. Did you search the door got and hard?
Braids: Waves her hand at Jeff, as she focuses on the door, which is obviously getting very very hot.
Braids: Especially around the lock
Jefferson Harco: "What is it?"
DM: in a little more than a quarter minute, the metal has gotten cherry red
Braids: "Thats about as hot as I can get it, lets see what kind of damage I can do now," she says, taking her hammer again, and tightening her leather gloves, before slamming the hammer as hard as she can against the hot metal, as often as she can.
DM: you manage to put a decent little dent into the metal, but not much more
Braids: "Making progess," Braids says.
Braids: "Hopefully one more time," she says before focusing on the door, and saying "Arca desion reithal"
Jefferson Harco is searching around the landing for the entire time she is playing a very creative nicky nine doors...
DM: another bit of denting... can't tell how much (or how little) internal damage there may or may not be...
Braids: Braids pushes on the door, seeing if she has made any progress
DM: searching the landing finds nothing
DM: other than the door
Jefferson Harco: hmm...search the door.
DM: you find... a door... with a somewhat dented & battered lock... and probably slightly annoy the young lady working on bashing in the door while you're searching it
Jefferson Harco: oh hey a lady, i attempt to bash in the part that is already been worked.
Jefferson Harco: "Should I just keep bashing it while you keep doing whatever your doing?"
Braids: "Not unless you like being burned, but at this point, I can't heat it up any more," and with that said, she starts just wailing on the lock with the hammer in hopes that the heating has weakened the metal just enough to crack it.
DM: all hits bounce off to no apparent effect
DM: it doesn't even seem to budge
Jefferson Harco: i run up the stairs that continue up
Jefferson Harco: Hey what you doing dangling in the roof Dia
Dianysia: "What? Oh, come on up."
Jefferson Harco: ok i climb up.
Dianysia: "This is what I'm doing up here," Dia replies, signalling the view about her as she takes a moment to look up from her spell book.
Jefferson Harco sits beside her, staring blankly into the view, trying to figure out why hot dogs come in packs of 12 but buns come in packs of ten...
Jefferson Harco: "oh....I see...." *quite obvious he doesn't know what you're doing up here...*
Dianysia: "I saw the way you treated Gabi aback there. You seem to be the only other one who really wants her to make good on a second chance... may I ask why?"
Jefferson Harco: Second Chances come so rarely, I figure if I start giving people a second chance, maybe they won't all have the same fate my family did.
Braids: Braids takes a small bead from a pouch, which matches some of her other hair ornaments, and says, "Incultis" and then begins to focus on it for about a minute, then begins to chant 'Intulisus gortulis' over and over softly for about thirty minutes.
Dianysia: "What do you mean by that? About your family, I mean."
Jefferson Harco: "Well, my family was killed, because they were rich. And I was spared, because I hid.... I lost everything, I went from being the heir of a fortune to nothing, i thought life was over, but then i was given a second chance, and I made this vow.
Dianysia: "Killed because they were rich?"
Jefferson Harco: I vowed to only keep the memories of my friends and family, while giving up every other material goods. I did not want my second chance to be wasted, so now i use it to help others.
Jefferson Harco: they were rich and powerful, they took everything that ever ment anything to me, my family, my money, and my possessions...
Jefferson Harco: *parents were rich and powerful, killed by bandits who took eveyrthing.
Jefferson Harco: I thought my life was over, but a man named Harco showed me that not everything in life that is important was taken from me.
Jefferson Harco: he showed me that something like this, as tragic as it is, can only make me stronger, but only if i let it.
Dianysia: "Your memories and values....hence your vow."
Jefferson Harco: If i make it take me down, then weak would i be...yeah...that's my vow.
Jefferson Harco: So I want to make use of this second chance, so far It has done me good. but now it is my turn to pay it forward,and i thought i could today with Gabi....
Dianysia: "It sounds like she'd have to give up what's important to her to work with us... her own ethics and values.'
Jefferson Harco: Yeah, it is a tough pill to swallow, but sometimes its for the best....even if it doesn't seem like it.
Dianysia: "Don't take it to heart, Jeff. Surely you didn't think she's going to be happy about this. Besides, I doubt she'll make it through it regardless.
Jefferson Harco: "I would still like to see if i can help her out."
Jefferson Harco: Murderer or not, she still should be given a second chance... maybe a spell can make her do good like we are."
Jefferson Harco: "Although I had everything taken from me in an instance, she would be willing giving up everything, which must be harder..."
DM: right, dia & braids, both done w/ your long-time projects
Dianysia finishes studying her spell book and heads down to the aforementioned upper door
Braids: Braids stands up, looks at the door, and says, "I win!"
Braids: Braids holds the bead in front of her says "Intulisis gortulis!" at the door, and creates an image of the stone around the lock warping and spreading out, creating a hole in the door jam around where the lock bolt would be.
Braids: (Its a 5 foot long, 2 foot thick incisen next to the lock)
DM: okay... the stone just slowly "melts away" from the area described... you can feel a great bit of resistance to the spell however, something similar to spell resistance but not quite the same
DM: and dia, what's your plan w/ the other door?
Dianysia is trying to see if she finds any weak spot in the stone around the door.
DM: Dia, no weak spots you can detect
DM: Braids, you've exposed the lock mechanism, it's a fairly simple deadbolt, and there doesn't APPEAR to be anything keeping the door from swinging open at this point
Braids: Braids says finally, and pushes the door open.
DM: the door swings inwards, and you're presented with a nice 10-ft. wide hallway stretching away into the distance, several doors on either side... you can also see through the hole you've created a small room... it's actually unlit, unlike the parts of the tower you've been in before... although as you open the door, the lights start coming on...
DM: as the door swings inwards, you're also presented by a sudden gust of wind, that starts rushing out down the corridor towards you, VERY strong... you can keep pushing the door open, but it's gonna take some effort... which also means Dia, you feel a bit of wind start pushing up the stairs, a small portion of the wind that Braids is feeling... and another voice, apparently the same one, Braids, comes out of midair in the tunnel, barely audible over the rushing of the wind. "This is your last chance. Leave now, or you sign your death warrant."
DM: oh, and Torie, you'd be able to hear some of the effects of the wind as well
Braids: "If I had a platinum peice for everytime someone told me that, I'd be rich enough to not need to be here," Braids shouts back as she pushes against the door.
Braids: (opening the door the rest of the way)
DM: a'ight... the door pushes to rest against the hallway... and you're now inside... but you also realize, as soon as you let go of the door, it's going to go slamming shut again...
Torie: "Heh, seems they've found something," she says, then punches Gabi with the hilt of the sword until she is unconscious again.
Dianysia sighs... let's see what Braids has done now
Torie: Once Gabi is out, Torie tightens the knots, and ties her to the cot on top of her hands and legs, then leaves the room, closing the door, and gets the stinky rope, and closes the door across the hallway, and ties the handle of the door with Gabi in it, to that other door. Then heads up the stairs.
Braids: Once in, Braids takes her hammer, and starts to bang on the deadbolt, hoping to break it off, or prevent it from ever locking again.
DM: okay, holding the door open, you start banging at the deadbolt...
DM: and with the workings of the doors, Dia and Torie would be arriving at similar times... so as you approach the landing, the wind keeps getting stronger... to the point where when you get where you can see Braids banging away at the open door, you're faced with just about as much wind as she is herself...
DM: and Braids, you can't see that your banging is having any effect... other than your hand is a little sore from the ringing of the hammer on the iron deadbolt...
Torie: "What have you done!" Torie shouts over the wind.
Braids: "The tower is mad at me!" Braids says back, then flips the hammer over in her hand, and jams the handle into the space between the door and the jam on the hinge side, hopping to stick the door open.
Dianysia: "Seems it'd be simpler to blockade the door some...
DM: the handle fits, more or less... it's a fairly shaky setup, it'd be laughably easy for anyone to undo... but it feels like it should hold against the wind...
DM: and Dia doesn't notice it, but the other 2 notice the hole that Braids made to get in... is starting to shrink, slowly, but visibly
DM: within 1 minute, if the rate of progress is constant, it will have vanished completely
Braids: "Umm, stone shouldn't be doing that!" Braids shouts
Torie: "What the hell?"
Torie: "Braids, what exactly have you done to this door!"
Braids: "Opened it!" she shouts back with a grin.
Dianysia: "What do you mean what has she done?
Torie: "The hole in the wall... is getting smaller!"
Braids: "The wall seemed to resist as I made it..."
Dianysia: "In or out?
Braids: "I'm going in!"
Braids: With that Braids goes into the room and looks around.
DM: okay, you're in a hallway, similar to the one downstairs that runs the width of the tower... several doors lead off to either side (6 on the right, 5 on the left)... and at the far end are stairs leading both up and down, in curves the same direction as the other stairs (so that they would never cross, and are both against the exterior wall)
Torie: Holds at the door a moment, but then shakes her head and enters the hall way, drawing her sword.
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