The Misadventures of the Missed Adventurers

[Jack Simth]

ooc:[Ahh, but remember, his master is unwilling - which means that at the start of his apprenticeship, Jack already had enough knoweledge of magic to: Get into his master's tower, steal something from him, and survive the repercussions of that, as well as survive training that includes attempts on his life. Besides, in most cultures where apprenticeships were the norm (historically, anyway) apprenticeships often started in the 7-12 range and Lasted seven years; multiplying that out so that an apprenticeship normally Lasts 7,000 years, that would put him starting his apprenticeship in the 7,000 - 12,000 range; using the minimum requirement for journyman eligability (700 year aprenticiship) as the standard, that would put him at 700 - 1200 + his 300 years in training = 1000 to 1500 years old. Mind you, I haven't actually properly settled on an age for him quite yet; 400 makes sense, I guess.]

"Let's find out."
Jack picks a rock up off the ground, and waves a hand over it - green tendrils wrap themselves around the rock, and then fade out.
"I just put a simple life simulation spell on this stone. It is normally used for testing enchantments that detect life, but it should also trigger any magical traps on its way down."
That said, Jack tosses the stone down the stairway.
Klink,
SNAP!
Klink,
CRACKLE!
Klink,
POP!
Klink,
Klink,
Thud.

"I counted three, let's try again."
Jack picks up another rock, and does the same thing with it.
Klink,
Klink,
Klink,
Klink,
Klink,
Klink,
Klink,
Klink,
Thud.

"It seems they were one-shot traps. Mind you, those rocks wouldn't have set off anything that was entierly mundane, but hey, life isn't without some risk. D, as you have the light, I might suggest that you take the lead."

ooc:[Hey, my first serious RP as well.]

[ June 07, 2003, 22:45: Message edited by: Jack Simth ]

[narf poit chez BOOM]

narp picks up a stick and raps it hard against the first step and the cieling and walls. "first steps safe." another step down, another *rap*-*rap*-*rap*-*rap*. "second steps fine." *click* *clunk-nk-nk-nk-nk-nk-nk-nk-nk* *rap*-*rap*-*rap*-*rap*. ooc:[darts] "that one was one-shot to. third steps fine."
they continue down the stairs, setting off a swinging wooden board and the landing, which is a trap door. narp goes back up, grabs a rock and drops it in. not a sound is heard.

[ June 08, 2003, 00:04: Message edited by: narf poit chez BOOM ]

[Jack Simth]

ooc:[well, it's been over 24 hours since the Last post, so I guess I'll step in, rather than waiting for David]

"Hmm, I didn't think I'd have need of construction techniques here, but it seems I do."
Jack touches his fingertips together, draws them apart, and five thin green lines can be seen stretching from between his fingers.
"Normally this technique is used for building fairy palaces and cloud castles, but it will work here for a bridge."
With a flick of his wrists, Jack flings the five glowing green strands across the gap, where the stick to an outcropping. He then taps the green strands on the near side, and again, they stick. He then flicks his wrists and the strands stretch to the other side again. Continuing in this vein, Jack has several hundred lengths of thin glowing thread covering the trap door. He then proceeds to wave his hands across the the strands, bracing the side. After a time, the pit cannot be seen for the glowing threads. At that point, Jack taps his fingers together again, and the strands seal to themselves, drop away from his fingers, and contract so that the energy mat is quite tight. After a few seconds, the lines fade to invisibility. Jack then taps the apparently empty air between the edges, and a hollow thunk can be heard. Apparently satisfied, Jack calls up a breeze which moves some dust over the pit, which settles on the invisible bridge. Jack then calmly walks across.
"Come along, it's quite solid."

[ June 09, 2003, 01:24: Message edited by: Jack Simth ]

[David E. Gervais]

(ooc: RL and other interests have crept into my time schedule, so I'll do more lurking than posting here for a while.)

Cheers!

[narf poit chez BOOM]

ooc:[this is bad. i'm having an allergy attack. i'll try to cudgel something together. brain stuffed.]
as narp, jack and d. cross the threads, narp pays attention to his balance, jack pays attentions to his spell, and d. studies the construction and mutters obscure notes to himself. at the far end, they find a long cave, lighted magically, with a clay golem at the far side, covered in runes, blocking any view of what might be ahead. at the sight of the companions, the golem charges. D. attempts a dispell spell, but the golem ignore's it completly. as completly as it ignores narp arrow, which skips off it to the side. narp's bow looks even more worn. narp draws his sword and trys to keep it busy.

ooc:[the golem's supposed to be a puzzle. magic and sword together. i can't think of a creative way to kill it, though.]

[Jack Simth]

ooc:[Magic AND sword, hmm? I think we can arrange that.]
"Hey Narp - the golem seems to have a limited quantity of energy - every time you hit it one set of runes strengthens and another weakens, but it doesn't Last long. It seems to be re-routing its power from magic protection to physical protection as needed. The same thing happened in reverse when D tried his dispel. Narp, if you will keep pounding away on it; D, if you will wait just a moment to try your dispel again. Oh, and you might want to shade your eyes for this."
Jack squints
"Soleil Chaud"
At Jack's words, the room brightens up like noon at the Sahara, and just as hot - it seems Jack is trying to bake the golem away. The golem shifts some of its energy to compensate.
ooc:[David, as you won't be talking for a while, you won't mind if I have your character do something, I hope]
Taking that as his que, D hits the golem with a dispel again. Distracted by Jack's spell, the golem's routing runes crumple, and it loses its ability to shift energy to compensate; now it is stuck with all of its energy in magic-defense mode.
"Okay Narp - your sword should work now."
ooc:[Sufficient?]

[ June 09, 2003, 20:26: Message edited by: Jack Simth ]

[narf poit chez BOOM]

ooc:[yep. ugh. post later. feel horrible now]