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On the shoulders of giants: a new multiple choices LP!
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Stygian Lurker
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Urist McLurker
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Speaking of flipping, I'm flipping to A from C. 
You have no idea. So, A 9 B 2 C 8 for now. And a vote for knife, composed and I don't remember what. Very well. We'll see later.
Up, where the fire spirit is stronger. Ok.
The keeper of fire, despite fierce opposition from some men of the party, soon managed to sway the most religious warriors. Thus the party, with the keeper at the lead, took the leftmost passage and soon started ascending.
The path was steep indeed, the smooth, featureless walls leading on and on, with no side branches, nothing to indicate they were moving at all except the increasing fatigue.
After an arduous, hour-long trek, one of the hunters furrowed his brow: 'It's getting warmer in here. Perhaps we are drawing near to an exit? Yet I do not smell fresh air.'
They kept walking, the keeper of fire spurring them ever forward. The heat increased, until everyone was freely sweating. A strange, bubbling noise came from the front, first faint, then increasingly louder.
Suddenly the tunnel widened and a huge cave was in front of their eyes. It was more than big enough to contain base camp, but that was not its dominating feature. The torches weren't necessary anymore, the walls and ceiling of the cave were bathed in an ominous red, flickering light...
In the center of the cave there was a pool of liquid, as wide as three men laying head to feet. It was in constant motion, bubbles opening up and releasing their content towards the ceiling. High up, a small hole let a beam of daylight in. The beam fell straight at the center of the pool, where a small pillar of shiny, black obsidian rose to the height of a man's waist. The heat was almost unbearable.
On the smooth surface of the pillar, a great red stone, its surface faceted. From within the stone, red light came, pulsing, at times barely visible, then suddenly almost blinding.
As soon as the party entered the cave, all the torches suddenly roared, projecting their flames high in the air. Some of them were surprised by the phenomenon and tossed the branches of the grounds. Others grimly held on, others yet fell on their knees praying to the fire spirit.
Everyone reacted. Everyone, but the keeper of fire. He stood still, unmoving, his eyes unblinkingly fixed to the gem at the center of the pool. He murmured: 'The fire spirit... it is strong here. Much stronger than I ever felt it... it is calling to me... - and suddenly started walking towards the pillar.
The head of the militia frowned and started walking next to him, trying to speak to him, but to no avail. The closer they got to the pool of red liquid, the stronger the heat grew, until it started hurting.
The head to the militia grabbed the keeper of fire, trying to stop him.
A. He turned to his men and shouted: 'Help me! He lost control of himself! This heat comes from the red liquid, it is deadly! He is going to die if we don't stop him!'
B. A few militiamen started moving, but others stood in front of them: 'Let him go! The fire spirit has called him, who are we to stop an holy man?'
C. The scouts and the hunters started to walk back to the entrance tunnel: 'We don't like this. Leave him to his fate, we should run out of here, never turning back!'
The keeper of fire, despite fierce opposition from some men of the party, soon managed to sway the most religious warriors. Thus the party, with the keeper at the lead, took the leftmost passage and soon started ascending.
The path was steep indeed, the smooth, featureless walls leading on and on, with no side branches, nothing to indicate they were moving at all except the increasing fatigue.
After an arduous, hour-long trek, one of the hunters furrowed his brow: 'It's getting warmer in here. Perhaps we are drawing near to an exit? Yet I do not smell fresh air.'
They kept walking, the keeper of fire spurring them ever forward. The heat increased, until everyone was freely sweating. A strange, bubbling noise came from the front, first faint, then increasingly louder.
Suddenly the tunnel widened and a huge cave was in front of their eyes. It was more than big enough to contain base camp, but that was not its dominating feature. The torches weren't necessary anymore, the walls and ceiling of the cave were bathed in an ominous red, flickering light...
In the center of the cave there was a pool of liquid, as wide as three men laying head to feet. It was in constant motion, bubbles opening up and releasing their content towards the ceiling. High up, a small hole let a beam of daylight in. The beam fell straight at the center of the pool, where a small pillar of shiny, black obsidian rose to the height of a man's waist. The heat was almost unbearable.
On the smooth surface of the pillar, a great red stone, its surface faceted. From within the stone, red light came, pulsing, at times barely visible, then suddenly almost blinding.
As soon as the party entered the cave, all the torches suddenly roared, projecting their flames high in the air. Some of them were surprised by the phenomenon and tossed the branches of the grounds. Others grimly held on, others yet fell on their knees praying to the fire spirit.
Everyone reacted. Everyone, but the keeper of fire. He stood still, unmoving, his eyes unblinkingly fixed to the gem at the center of the pool. He murmured: 'The fire spirit... it is strong here. Much stronger than I ever felt it... it is calling to me... - and suddenly started walking towards the pillar.
The head of the militia frowned and started walking next to him, trying to speak to him, but to no avail. The closer they got to the pool of red liquid, the stronger the heat grew, until it started hurting.
The head to the militia grabbed the keeper of fire, trying to stop him.
A. He turned to his men and shouted: 'Help me! He lost control of himself! This heat comes from the red liquid, it is deadly! He is going to die if we don't stop him!'
B. A few militiamen started moving, but others stood in front of them: 'Let him go! The fire spirit has called him, who are we to stop an holy man?'
C. The scouts and the hunters started to walk back to the entrance tunnel: 'We don't like this. Leave him to his fate, we should run out of here, never turning back!'
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A would be quite reasonable, if the spirits of fire don't harm the militia for interrupting their priest.
B is a gamble, we could gain something along the lines of a powerful artefact, or we could get the expedition killed, get the volcano to erupt and spawn untold horrors from the crust of the earth.
C is like B, only we could gain less but we might be able to inform the rest of the tribe.
I think I'll vote B.
B is a gamble, we could gain something along the lines of a powerful artefact, or we could get the expedition killed, get the volcano to erupt and spawn untold horrors from the crust of the earth.
C is like B, only we could gain less but we might be able to inform the rest of the tribe.
I think I'll vote B.
My survival instincts tell me that we should head back and continue with our mission.. but the fire spirit is indeed strong in this place. And the stone, so shiny.
Bah let the fool die and let us bask in the blessings of the fire spirits, we are the fire spirits own choosen tribe after all!
Bah let the fool die and let us bask in the blessings of the fire spirits, we are the fire spirits own choosen tribe after all!
Urist McLurker
Learned
Vernydar 
The man is right damnnit, IT'S THE FIRE SPIRITS, NEVER BEFORE HAVE THEY LOVED US SO, BLESS US O' FIRE SPIRITS, WE ARE YOUR PEOPLE!
B
Besides, what's the worst that could happen?
The man is right damnnit, IT'S THE FIRE SPIRITS, NEVER BEFORE HAVE THEY LOVED US SO, BLESS US O' FIRE SPIRITS, WE ARE YOUR PEOPLE!
B
Besides, what's the worst that could happen?
Volcano erupts and kill us all? Evil spirits are released and kill us all?
Huge elemental of fire is released and we become its minions?
Everyone of the above is all right with me! THE FIRE SPIRIT IS CALLING TO US
Urist McLurker
Learned
Vernydar said:
Meh, all of those things would have happened regardless of what we do. The real beauty of this way is that we get to appease what horrors await us. A pre-emptive bootlicking if you will.
By the way, how come we've all got it in our heads that this is a fantasy world? I can't remember why we started thinking that. I remember one wooden statuette by that other tribe that joined us, it was of a big ass flying beast, and them rambling about an evil flying beast and that's it. Couldn't that have just been something they lied about so we would take pity on them? Some kind of old massive bird like a Haast's eagle that they beefed up? This is pre-historic times after all, and the first post did say this was plain 'ol earth. I must've missed something right?
Regardless, I, for one, welcome our new fiery overlords in whatever form they wish to take.
To be fair, this IS a fantasy realm. There could very well actually be a fire god.
Fuggit, let's go with B.
Fuggit, let's go with B.
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B
And the priest shouted, "LET GO! LET GO OF ME YOU FILTHY ILL-SPIRIT! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO SEPARATE ME FROM THE FIRE SPIRIT!"
Chances are that he may die, but I'd love to see a more zealous civilization after all... Maybe later this can be a pilgrimage location?
And the priest shouted, "LET GO! LET GO OF ME YOU FILTHY ILL-SPIRIT! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO SEPARATE ME FROM THE FIRE SPIRIT!"
Chances are that he may die, but I'd love to see a more zealous civilization after all... Maybe later this can be a pilgrimage location?
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