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Adam has connected.
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DM:
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As this is just a reenactment, I don't
really see a need for a map. Just plop a token down and we will
try to repeat lines up to the point of before the transcript died
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Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands' by player Adam (Player)
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DM:
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Ok, let me check what parts need to be
re-shot...
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Ignatius Spendatem:
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k
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DM:
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I thought you were Stendatem, not
Spendatem...
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Ignatius Spendatem:
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was I?
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Ignatius Spendatem:
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no...
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Ignatius Spendatem:
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that's not what my char sheet says.
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DM:
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The other parts of the transcript say
that...
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DM:
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And Constance has a t in her name
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Ignatius Spendatem:
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wtf
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Ignatius Spendatem:
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there.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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there.
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DM:
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Alright, so it appears that we have
everything up to you going through the chimney
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DM:
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I still think it's funny we are
re-shoting a scene...
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I don't really remember what exactly
was said.
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DM:
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We just need the jist, really. You
rain down, find your parts, go down the chimney. As long as we
convey that that happend, and re-capture some mystery, we will
have the scene. Other than that, you have whatever creative
lincense you want to change stuff
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I guess I'll let you start with the
exposition, then.
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DM:
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The Macharian scholars never claimed
to know what happens after death. A good Macharian does not need
to know. A true patriot knows that all that is to be done in life
must be done by the living, while you can still change things. To
dwell on those who are gone would be to waste precious time from
those who are still here. Worse yet would be to fear your own end,
to let one's mind be filled with supernatural fears of what may
happen to your soul after the point where no scientist can track
it. These are the things they tell the little boys and girls of
Macharia, and it is the philosophy that has gotten you through
life. It did not prepare you for this...
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DM:
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You awaken. You cannot feel having any
limbs. You here wind, and see only fog around you.
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DM:
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The fog clears, and you see raindrops
around you, but you cannont move, or even see yourself. You are
falling!
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DM:
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You hit something. You are on a roof
of grey shingles, on which many rain drops fall. Some of these
rain drops are a hazy black, slightly transparent, and are
clumping together into odd shapes...
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DM:
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It is night, but you cannot see much
else. You still cant turn your head.
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DM:
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The clumps of rain drops continues to
merge until they seem to form limbs. They come to you, and you
start to feel sections of your body again.
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DM:
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You now have a torso and two arms, in
addition to your head. What do you do?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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Can I move my head now?
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I look around for my legs.
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DM:
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One is stuck in a rain gutter, the
other seems to be in two peices, the lower leg and upper leg, one
seperate parts of this roof.
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Ignatius Stendatem:
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I fetch them to the best of my ability.
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DM:
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Are you saying these things?
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DM:
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You drag your body over to your legs,
which readily attach to you. You notice that you are very light,
and morph around the tiles to a degree. You also have black, hazy
watery forms of all of the gear you had when you were last in that
orb-world..,
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Adam:
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I still have all my stuff?
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Adam:
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I stand up and see if I can't get a
better view of my location.
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DM:
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It is a cloudy night, so even if there
was a moon, you would have no way of seeing it. It is also raining
so hard that it is tough to see more than 20ft from your location.
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DM:
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You only see a small, cobblestone path
on the ground below.
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DM:
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Also, make a spot check.
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 3 + 3 = 6
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DM:
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You have all your limbs, but upon
feeling your face, you realize that your nose is missing...
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+0 => 18 + 0 = 18
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DM:
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You notice it, resting right on the
edge of this building's chimney
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Adam:
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I grab it and look down the chimney
for more of me.
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DM:
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There appears to be something down
there, but it is hard to tell, as you can't really get your head
under the chimney's cover
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Adam:
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Could I squeeze into the chimney?
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DM:
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Not in your old form...
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DM:
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You push against the gap, and
suddenly, your body turns into goo. You lose vision for a time,
but when it returns, you are in the fireplace, presumably having
fallen.
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DM:
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I belive that is all I needed, I have
it from there
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DM:
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Oops, your teeth were supposed to be
in there. I have a line of you picking them up.
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DM:
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Nonethelest, good acting
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DM:
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You didn't actually need that token...
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