Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Sly Boots » Sun Jul 06, 2025 2:31 pm

Doc's canteen is empty, so he's going to attempt to melt some from the bucket with his lighter, to try to fill it up.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Wrathbone » Sun Jul 06, 2025 2:40 pm

Animalmother wrote:
Sun Jul 06, 2025 2:23 pm
So...who wants to climb down the well to investigate?
I’ll give it a go, though my last experience with a well was turbulent.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Stormbringer » Sun Jul 06, 2025 3:33 pm

Sly Boots wrote:
Sun Jul 06, 2025 2:31 pm
Doc's canteen is empty, so he's going to attempt to melt some from the bucket with his lighter, to try to fill it up.
Congratulations! You have found a source of fresh water! Everyone full up your canteens while you can!

Cadaver Kid, before you go climbing down the well...roll me a WITS test.

Doc, since you're so close to the well, can you roll me a WITS test too?
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My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Wrathbone » Sun Jul 06, 2025 3:50 pm

5 + 2 = 7

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Stormbringer » Sun Jul 06, 2025 4:27 pm

Cadaver Kid peers over the edge of the well and sees nothing but darkness, nor does he hear anything below.
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My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Sly Boots » Sun Jul 06, 2025 8:06 pm

Doc will offer CK his Cactus Juice. "Looks a bit slippy, Kid, take a nip o' this, could make the climb a little easier."

(WB - this potion reduces the difficulty of you next roll by 2)

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Wrathbone » Sun Jul 06, 2025 8:37 pm

“Always do what the doctor orders!” I gratefully chug the cactus juice and proceed down the perfectly safe well.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Stormbringer » Sun Jul 06, 2025 9:39 pm

All right, CK, roll me a SLICK test to get down that rope.

Target number is 6 after modifiers (thanks to the Cactus Juice)
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Wrathbone » Mon Jul 07, 2025 6:00 am

16 + 1 = 17

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Stormbringer » Mon Jul 07, 2025 8:06 am

Cadaver Kid, lowering the bucket to the bottom of the well, slides down the rope into the dark depths.

It's pitch-black down here, but you think you hear something whimpering in the darkness.
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Wrathbone » Mon Jul 07, 2025 8:40 am

I light a match and then draw my Slackarms with the spare hand.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Stormbringer » Mon Jul 07, 2025 10:39 am

Cowering at the bottom of the well (whose water is frozen solid) is a dog! By the looks of things, a sad, lost dog, who somehow got trapped down here.
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Animalmother » Mon Jul 07, 2025 10:58 am

Is there an animal at the bottom of every well in this world? :lol:

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Wrathbone » Mon Jul 07, 2025 11:33 am

I slowly approach and hold a hand out to see if it comes to me.

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Re: Scene VIII: The Neverending Forest

Post by Stormbringer » Mon Jul 07, 2025 11:45 am

Animalmother wrote:
Mon Jul 07, 2025 10:58 am
Is there an animal at the bottom of every well in this world? :lol:
Yes. It's the law! ¬_¬

Wrathbone wrote:
Mon Jul 07, 2025 11:33 am
I slowly approach and hold a hand out to see if it comes to me.

The dog, desperate, comes running to you and begins nuzzling its face against your hand, whimpering softly.
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.

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