M-my god... it's alive! IT'S ALIVE!
That said, I don't really know what to do. Go home and inspect our new possession, I suppose.
Deadly shadow creatures and ancient static chanting rituals and Champions and (air and fire???) and
obviously dangerous criminals and
THOUSANDS OF EYES IN THE SKY THIS IS STRANGE AND NOT GOOD! Then,
check on our friends. Given all the calamity, they were probably affected in some way, right? Right?
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The best thing about short resurrected threads is that there's not much to reread before you're completely informed.
Aw yiss. Glad to see it's back.
Verify we are not dreaming. Assuming we don't wake up, then head to the library and search for any clues about this strange contest. Keywords: Old Laws, Champion of the Ancients, Guardian of Fire, Hero of Light. Don't be afraid to ask the reference librarian for help! If we're gonna play the game, we've gotta know the rules.
Oh, and inspect fancy new dagger without drawing it. Hopefully it came with a user manual or something.
This seems like a good idea. Let's be unusually sensible with this. Although something does tell me that the Old Laws are probably reasonably ancient, and thus probably written in an awfully unreadable form.
You take a few deep breaths in and out. Okay, okay let's ignore the gigantic tear in the sky for a moment and determine if you are in fact, awake. You stash the chisel and sandwich in your pockets.
You start your attempts at validating your lucidity by attempting to push a finger through your palm.
Nope, solid. You then move on to counting your fingers and of course the tried and true pinching. After you run through the gamut of tests, you decide conclusively that you are, in fact, awake. Not time to freak out yet though.
With awareness tests completed you decide to examine the knife.
The handle is notably featureless- just a plain and functional piece of orange-brown metal (some sort of copper alloy if you had to place a guess) that seems easy enough to grip and is just rough enough to where you shouldn't have any problems keeping hold of it.
The blade is concealed, and you don't want to use up any of your unsheathings so you try to gather what information you can from what you can see. Unless the sheath is VERY thick, it appears to be large and triangular, about the size and shape of your hand. It's strangely light for its size. You don't expect it to fly away in the wind anytime soon, but it probably weighs less than the chisel you've been carrying around.
The sheath is made of dark brown leather, nice and sturdy, and is much more detailed than the handle. There are four red gems set into the middle on both sides that occasionally give off a glow; you're sure that there's a reason for when the glow happens, but you can't pin down what it is. You'll probably have to experiment a bit to determine. Surrounding the gems and covering the rest of the sheath is a bunch of small holes arranged in rectangles, a bit like braille, but more dense. You're pretty sure that it's some sort of awfully unreadable ancient language. That would be just typical for this sort of thing.
With the knife examined, you make a quick plan in your head: First you'll hop over to the library and see if you can't conjure up and answers about this confusing contest you seem to have been entered in without your consent. Afterwards you'll check up on your friends and assuming that nothing is wrong, head back home and see if there's anything there that can help you examine this thing more closely.
…
As you leave the church for the library, you examine your surroundings. You must have been more absorbed in examining the knife than you thought, people are already starting to wind down. There's a small group gathered outside of the police station and a couple people gathered in the streets still staring up at the tear in the sky. It's an ominous addition to the scenery and inescapable as it stretches from horizon to horizon. Still not time to freak out, you've got places to go and books to check out.
…
You enter the library The librarian seems to be oblivious to any goings-on outside and is preoccupied with something behind the counter in front of him.
“Noisy out today isn't it?” You address him, walking up to the front desk.“Yes, indeed.” The librarian says grumpily, looking down at you over his glasses. “May I help you?”“I was looking for books over a certain subject. Would you happen to have anything about the subjects: Old Laws, Champion of the Ancients, Guardian of Fire, Hero of Light?” “Ah, you'd be looking for a Vules Jerne novel then, fiction section.” He points back with his thumb.
“No, I'm looking for non-fiction.”“Hmm, well then. Just a moment.” He turns around to a contraption behind him. Taking a card from a pile next to it, he punches out a pattern of holes and feeds it into the machine. The machine shudders for a few seconds and then sputters out. The librarian hits it a few times muttering something about blasted new-fangled machines and how things were so much better when they had to do everything manually and the things never work properly and you have to reinstall the gears every three months or else the whole thing starts giving you nothing but references to photo collections of Sir Nicholas of Caje. He continues on like this for a while before the machine finally begins to shudder back to life.
A short while later it spits out another card covered in punch-holes. He looks over it for a moment and then looks back to you.
“I'm afraid that we don't have anything on any of those. We have a couple of books on old laws, but none on Old Laws with capitals and the rest got no results. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
You think on it for a moment and then carefully show him the dagger's sheath, with the dagger still inside of course.
“What about this?”“Oh, now that I recognize. I can't translate it myself, but I do have a friend in Sportagul who's obsessed with it.” He tears off a corner of paper and scribbles something on it. “I'll give you his address and you can ask him about it.”
He turns around to hand the paper to you, but freezes part-way, his jaw slowly moving up and down.
You slowly turn around to look.
Pressed up against the library window are three darklings.
Freak out! Freak right out!
You calmly decide that now is precisely the time for that and immediately scrambled over the counter to hide with the librarian. After you finish clumsily scurrying over, you peek your head up above the counter and see that the darklings are getting ready to bust through the window. Any second they will bust through and tear you to pieces. It is only a matter of-
"MEEP MEEP"Without warning, like a badly timed comedy skit, a police vehicle rides by and scrapes the darklings off the window before careening off to crash into another building.
What now?
GP: 8/8
HP: 9/10
MP: 10/10
LP: 0/9
Experience: 8/?
Inventory:-
Work clothes-
15 copper coins-
Gear necklace-
A wrapped up bacon sandwich (Held in hand)-
Stonecutter's chisel (Held in hand)-
Sheathed Dagger (Held in hand)Abilities/Spells:? ? ? Passive
? ? ? Uses left: 1
? ? ? Cost: ?
-Acquire Fumes of Humorous Disposition.
-Check on friends
-Examine Dagger more closely.
Me and Mechanical Marvel have started up out other suggestion game! If you want to check it out, just click
here.
EDIT: Forgot to color in the dialogue.
DOOPLE EDOT:Forgot to change the thread title.
