Game: Adventure Thread(Eco-Mono, Edward, Erte, Lok, Nordom!)

Sarrin just sighed and drew his sword, readying an attack against the cat if it should chose not to comply with erte's instructions.

((wow, and I thought MY town was small. 1.25 miles?))

Erte sighs, clearly not surprised at the turn of events :roll: He calls out, afraid he is already to late to stop Sarrin.

"Pike it. Hold, all of you!"

((Yeah, 1.25 square miles. Everything you wanted to know about Kinsley. Ah, I may b***h and moan about it, but it's home.))

At first, Peter seemed amicable toward the cat, sorry for him having to put up with such a demeaning nickname. But as Erte confronted "Twinkles" and he began to use his powers, Peter froze, trying to remember what it was he was seeing. (Having never actually witnessed psionic manifestation, he's having a little trouble placing it.)

"I wish you no harm, but I'll not stay my impatient friend's hand much longer. And I doubt your master would be pleased if we were to leave. So again, I ask: why is it so important for us to go through that door first?"

Erte takes a step back, giving the cat-person a bit of breathing room. Of course, the movement gives Erte the needed room to draw his sword or shoulder his lute, should the need arise.

cursing, Sarrin aproaches the door, and searches for traps. if he doesn't find any, he searches the hall for a large (at least halfling sized) object.

assuming he finds one:
"any objection to my throwing this through the door ahead of us?"

Sure, why not. After locating the building we were looking for, we layed a door over the hole in the staircase, and proceeded to the correct floor. There we found a psionic cat-person who took offense to our (admittedly rude) greeting, and just phased through the floor.
So, as it stands, we've lost Twinkles,
Sarrin's looking for something to trigger the trap that he and I think is on the other side of the doorway;
Peter's fingering his knife;
Lok is lurking, no surprise there;
And Erte's standing in front of a doorway, pinching the bridge of his nose in a pose that is at once long-suffering and half-bemused , seriously debating volunteering if Sarrin doesn't find something useful.

"My thoughts exactly." Peter comments to Prof. Davis. As the old man makes his way towards the door, Peter holds his breath...

(My reflex roll was [16+10=] 26)

Did that make it?

As the professor stepped into the room, he suddenly found that the floor had no substance at all. Now, normally this sort of thing would fascinate Edward to no end. But when you're about to fall through something fascinating and dash your brains against the floor below you, it begins to lose it's charm.

Out of sheer self-preservation, some of Edward's old lightning reflexes from his youth resurfaced for the briefest instance, allowing him to shoot out his hand, grab the ajar door's knob and hang on for dear life. He tried to swing the door back toward the others, but he found that, while his old reflexes came back for a moment, the strength of his younger days had LONG since whithered and died. Not to mention that the sudden stress on his arm threw out his shoulder.

As he dangled from the door, feeling most silly and grinding his teeth from the mindnumbing pain in his shoulder, he turn to the others and said, "A little assistence would be most capitial right now." When the young man held out his hand, the professor took it and used the leverage to pull the door back toward the group. "Thank you, Peter."

He stepped back on the solid floor and, with a sharp snap and a grunt of pain, he twisted his arm and popped his shoulder back in its socket. When the stabbing pain reduced itself to a dull ache, the old man turn his attention back toward the floor beyond the door and tried to spot where he fell through.

(OOC: Having almost no experience with magic, Edward won't know enough to actively look for an illusion, but he will be prodding the floor with his dagger.)

*Crickets chirping*

Erte starts to go help Edward with his arm, but only nods when he hears it pop back into place. Bending down, he shoved his hand carefully through the illusory floor, convincing his mind of the illusion; then really looks at what lies beyond. His sneer at being tricked turns to a look of concern when he sees the caged cat. mutters a prayer.

"And here we wander in illusions. Some blessed power deliver us hence." He turns his head back to the humans. "Illusions aren't cheap. Something this elaborate may have required a high-level spell. In other words, someone has decided to expend a good deal of energy on us. If it's a spell, and not some mind-magic, I may be able to tell just how much he's been willing to spend."

((OOC: Spellcraft check result=33 to identify spell already in effect.))

"Know thine enemy. If we can tell how strong a spell he's using, we can atleast get an idea of how strong he is."

((OOC: Damn. Real world getting in the way of my playing. Damn cable ISP wouldn't let me connect from home, and I've been under the weather, so couldn't go to work and lurk from there, either. Sorry bout the delay.)

sarrin looked at the cat with interest.

"I think I might be able to get a closer look... but I'm not too sure about flying out into the middle of that room."

((is my fly spell still in effect? if so, how much longer will that be true?))

How thick is the chain holding the cage?

"alright, does anyone have a rope? I'll try to catch a skeg at the cage. I can still fly, but I'd just as soon not go out there if the whole room is trapped."

((how far are we from the cage?))

((do you mean the non-illusory floor we're on, or the non-illusory floor that is at the bottom of the non-illusory hole?))

((thanks.))

Seeing that there won't be that much danger, and that a rope would probably be pointless anyway, sarrin flies to the cage and examines it.

((hrm. they seem to have taken out the dicebot... or moved it. I'll edit this once I get the proper search roll made.))

OOC:
Jeez, I thought someone was going to post, but I guess I'll have to jump start the adventure.

The professor thought for a moment. Then with a "I wish there was a better way" look on his face, he called out to Sarrin and said, "Mister Sarrin? I have an idea, but I need you to float under the cage for it to work properly."

Happy Holidays!

((sorry I haven't been around. christmas madness... and then new year's madness... and then UT2004 madness...

anyway, MERRY CHRISTMAS! (I'm still allowed to say it, since it doesn't technically end until saturday))

sarrin floats under the cage. "so now what?"

Peter frowned, concerned at Davis's silence. Maybe he's trying to think of a better plan. But with everyone waiting tensely for ideas on what to do next, they were getting no closer to their rondezvous.

Peter thought for a while, then looked up suddenly. "We can't go down the hole, but Handin obviously wanted us to meet him... what if we take the stairs down to where the hole leads? He's probably just leery of giving us an honest meeting because we haven't dropped Miss Crosstrade's name yet."

Sarrin flies out of the area of the silence spell. "right, I'll get the cat, but does anyone know how to get it out? I'm not much for lockpicking."