ingress_playtest | CLOSED/Archived [playtest] {adventure 1}

{Through the Doorway}

Whatever your reasons for opening the door; it's too late to change your mind. One footstep in was all it took and you're arrived elsewhere. Your world shutting behind you in the sound of a click. Turning around reveals that door is gone.

Vanished.

More than that, you're not alone. There are others in the same dank and dingy room as you are. Looking just as confused. Wherever you came from, the place you've ended up in looks to be a disused jail cell. Stone walls. And some kind of mold or moss that has overgrown one of the corners. The bars that separate you from a dim passageway look half rusted and that door might not even be locked.

Maybe it would be better for you if it was though. Because a small scraping sound can be heard for those lucky enough to have keen ears. Whatever is making that sound is coming closer, drawn in by the new arrivals.

Scattered through the underground cells there are skeletons, very old and left in whatever place they fell. Some carried weapons, little good it did them. Finding the exit is not a problem either, but it's locked. A key would need to be found in order for escape to be possible, and hopefully found before you met the same fate as the unfortunate souls before you.

{Key}
white padlock=locked door
red padlock=trapped door

{Adventure stats}
Items Found:
- Rusty Short Sword(s)
- Quarterstaff(s)
- Torch(s) (radiates light/heat if you can light them)

Obstacles:
- locked doors and portcullis (roll d6 to unlock/open; 4,5,6 =success)
- loose stone and hazardous passageways due to neglect
- trapped doors; simple mechanical traps (d6 to avoid/disable; 5,6 =success)

Creature Bestiary:
A - Animated Object: chair (d6 to attack; 5,6 = hit //d6 to escape; 5,6 =success) [activated when used; traps victim by attempting to hold and crush with the arms of the chair]
B - Automoton, Pulverizer (d6 to hit; 5,6 //d6 to dodge attack; 4,5,6 =success) [attacks with: sonic shriek]
C - Dread Guard (d6 to hit; 4,5,6 //d6 to dodge/block; 3,4,5,6 =success) [attacks with: longsword]

{OOC faq:
How many characters can I play? At this time we're asking for a limit of one per person.
Can I roll more than once for something? Yes! But only once per tag.
Where do I show my rolled result? Optional for wherever you like, but subject line works well.
I don't have any dice, how do I roll for these things? We got you.
Adventure Tools - online dice roller}

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It was the sound of blowing one's nose that has Morgana's attention. Rosaline's wandered somewhere, leaving a rather annoyed witch hoping said noisy nose is a redhead's.

No. It's a man-chicken?

"What are you?"

Hopefully, this isn't her captor's idea of dinner, because no. The hello is completely lost, in trying to take in the chicken suit.

Brent dug a wing into his backside for a good scratch - something nearly impossible for the amateur mascot, but an endeavor he had pioneered in his time. He then stretched outward and upward, anchoring one comically sized chicken foot to twist his spine. Reaching the end of his range, Chicken Brent noticed a slight figure in the gray light of the exit.

His stomach dropped in fear. Or was that his heart in love?

All he could think, though...

"Wow..."

"That is not an answer." Is chicken-man on the simple side of things?

Usually, Morgana's far more polite, but 1) he scratched his butt, not something to do in front of a lady. 2) Words seem to be a problem.

"Have you seen a girl with very red hair? I my companion has wandered off."

In all fairness, she has to add, "Beware the chairs."

Flustered and only somewhat embarrassed, Chicken Brent straightens up and throws out a hasty salute. Clearly this was a woman of some authority.
And boy was she pretty.
But that was beside the point.
"Sorry, Ma'am! No ma'am! Can I help, ma'am?" He paused, regaining some confidence. "Oh, and I'm Brent, by the way. And I don't need to worry about chairs - I've got experience in these suits. I used to be Baby Brent, but I only wore a diaper back then. Baby Brent? As in the sardines? The commercial's a bit of an oldie, but I bet you remember. You know?" He pivoted around and put a wing to his lip, eyes wide. "Uh-oh!"
"Nothing?" With a shrug he straightens back up.
"So, uh, can I come with you?"

Edited 2014-04-06 17:53 (UTC)

There is the smallest raise of her eyebrows, fully convinced her initial impression correct. No man should ever discuss his diapers.

"Brent," She says the name slowly, "Why do you sound as though something is wrong?"

The uh-oh confuses her, likely even more than the chicken suit. She's withholding an answer about coming with her.

"Wow, you must have had strict parents. No TV, huh? I was wondering if maybe you were from a Renfaire in that dress, but you know. Maybe a commune? Doesn't matter." He pauses and scratches at his coxcomb. "Maybe I fell into a Renfaire? Does that happen? I dunno."

A parade of strange expressions cross his features, and he does a strange sort of waddle-in-place dance. He ended with something like a cross between bedwetting excitement and determination. "I don't know where I am, milady, but please allow me to be your escort."

He offers an entirely ungainly bow - surprising enough, without overbalancing - and looks up with puppy-like hope.

Edited 2014-04-07 00:34 (UTC)

"What is a wren fare?" The intonation is clearly off. "And my father was not strict." Uther? Yes. Gorlois? No.

At least chicken-man's remembered his manners, so Morgana nods. "You may accompany me, while I find my companion."

If he pees himself, he's on his own.

"So you have no idea how you came to be here?" She doesn't give away that she's equally clueless.

Edited 2014-04-07 01:07 (UTC)

Forgetting his newly-realized chivalry, Chicken Brent leaps into the air, punching one fist upward in victory.

"WE'RE A TEAM!"

Regaining, to his mind, his dignity, he shrugs. "Nope. But it's cool. I've done the whole adventure thing before." He grabs his arrow sign - can't lose, that, they dock your pay - and starts to leave.

At the exit, he pauses, wrought with sudden doubt. He leaned in to whisper. "I know it's supposed to be ladies first...but what if it might be dangerous? What then?"

Morgana cringes at the excitement, and the volume.

Any pretense at dignity is useless now. "You have?" She does not believe him, and has to wonder why he is carrying a -- what is that?.

While she does not lean away, she has to correct him. "I am responsible for my own safety, so do not concern yourself."

CLOSED/Archived [playtest] {adventure 1}

Not lost, or alone, or a chicken

Still lost, not alone, always a chicken.

None of the above, nor impressed.

Quite impressed.

Now confused.

He thinks he knows.

Achievement Unlocked: Approval level one

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