Ummm… I am Scott, a boy. Hmmmm… Or am I, in this game?
Naw.
Ok then.
::Semi-real world mode ON::
I brought-meat lover’s Pizza!
::Semi-real world mode OFF::
I appear out of nowhere, in a small puff of smoke.
I am a Human warrior, moderate levels all around. I appear to have a shield, a claymore-type broadsword, and misc. pouches full of…stuff.
"Where the hell am I now? The scroll was supost to take me where I was most needed. Seeing the chaos everywhere, I stretch my legs, trying to make sense of everything, and I wait.
After several minutes of waiting, I take a look around myself. Near me appears to be several bodies. I check them out, and they all are alive, just unconsis.
I appear to be facing the north side of a white house. There is no door here, and all
the windows are boarded up. To the north a narrow path winds through the trees.
::Wait, that doesn’t make sense, for a second there, I thought I was being flung through the air at great speeds, but before that I saw a room, with some people, and a dragon in it. The room showed no signs of blowing up. Have I been knocked out? Am I dreaming this all?::
Actually, I read Malacandra’s post, and figured the room was blown up just as I arrived, but now I see that it didn’t. I am confused, and will wait for someone to do something. I still posted the Image of the house, since it was too cool to pass up a reference to Zork. Don’t worry, it’s just due to me hitting my head on some rock when I arrived in this room. I am actually asleep in the corner of the room.
“A duke!” the dragon continues, “Just think of that. I never thought of myself as a monarchist, but come to think of it. . . I have some definitely ducal qualities. Now, what am I duke of? Every human within fifty miles? Why, that must include little Lake-town, Esgaroth, those bastards. Let’s see Bard thinks now, now that I’m DUKE! With my shiny, sparkly ring! I’ll show those nasty. . .”
The dragon rises, his huge hide shifting; you all fall from his haunches onto the stone dungron floor as he shambles around and shuffles away from you, up a long passage.
Damn…I have a cousin who lives in Esgaroth, and the mooch still owes me 15 gold. Ah well…
Anyway, does the absence of any dragons in the room reveal any other passages?
MoonCat slides down the slide like… well, like a (were)cat down a greased slide.
“Hey, um, shouldn’t we do something about that? I mean, it’s an evil dragon, and all…”
Have you a plan on how to follow it?
In addition to the chute you came down (and now that the dragon’s body is out of the way, you note a small lever set into the wall near that spot) in the south wall of the irregular cave there is a smallish wooden door.
I wake up in time to hear the dragon say these words, but hnot in enough time to react. This does not sound good. I start running off in the direction I believe Esgaroth to be in. No time to ask the others!
I stop after a minute or two, realizing my stupidity, and wait to see what everyone else is doing.
The direction of Esgaroth lies in approximately the same direction, down a long rough-hewn hall, as a giant, anti-gold dragon’s ass. You may want to reconsider.
Oh hell. Well, I wasn’t transported there, so, in an effort to be helpfull, sprinkle some powder on the door. Let’s see if it reacts.
You sprinkle some power on the door. The door says it feels like really really great, like a million bucks, and that it’s totally ready to party all night.
But really, what kind of powder?
Um, I have never thought to speak to a door before. I am glad it feel great, and I say so. Was that my test for spells powder, or my detec magic powder. I can’t remember.
It was your Magic Nose Candy Powder.
It’s the kind of powder I’m allergic to. Achoo! But don’t let that alarm you–I’m allergic to a lot of things. Probably why I always had to stay back and wash the dishes in Miscellaneous Fighter School, when everyone else went out adventuring.
Damn it. I was hoping to sell that when I got to town. Ok then, I ignore the leaver, and take a small notch from the door. No, wait, too hell with all this waiting, and testing. I ask the party members if they think we should push the leaver. Any spells to spare?
Aw, forget it. This is taking too long. I pull the lever.
Yeah, too bad about the income loss. Always color-code your baggies!
(the lever is next to the chute, not the little door-- if clarification needed)
Ah, you pull the lever, machinery churns, and now in place of the slippery chute, you once again have a set of stairs going up. Hal, if he was still hanging from the rope mid-way up, is hating life. Crunch. Oop! There goes Hal’s backpack!
He is? I thought he was on the ground. How eldid he gmanipulate those things, with only one arm to hold on with? I type in “L”, then I backspace, and type in “verbose”, enter, and then I type “look”.
Wait, wrong kinda’ game. Please pass the cheetos.
DM says: whoops, my mom’s calling me for dinner. I gotta go for a while. No looking at the map, buttholes! Jeez!
(Any one feel free to take over, exquisite corpse-style, if you get impatient)