|From:||Dungeon Master |
|Date:||Sun 12 Sep 1993 9:51|
I> Carideth and Ivan will together remove the chest.
My, are you fellows slow. Or are you just role-playing Ivan's low intelligence
I> all but one pool? :). Anyways, if you would care to re-list the pools,
I> or tell me what message they're in, I'll tell you which ones Ivan
I> drinks from and in which order. For now, Ivan will drink out of the
And lazy too? (you too Greenbolt) Especially at 9600 baud..
Borack tries to dip his pot into the acidic water, but it slowly starts to
deform it. The mage quickly withdraws it in order to save his pot. Perhaps it
could be that the metal is far too thin and light (it IS made for travelling).
Aardvarkin acts on Borack's suggestion and tries to use his thievery skills to
pick the lock on the door. The gnomes thankfully step aside, panting, while
Aardvarkin fiddles around with the keyhole. After a few minutes... "There!
Damn thing's open.." he shouts. Immediately, he finds himself surrounded by
gnomes trying to tug the door open to no avail. "Must be stuck still..."
Greenbolt also drinks from the clear pool, and feels very much vitalized.
"That," he explains, "is the best water I have ever tasted." He then scans the
room for someone carrying a long, thick metal object. His eyes rest on
Carideth's sword, the only apparant object made of metal that would be long
enough to reach to the bottom of the pool (everyone else's swords are
Carideth, meanwhile, ponders the possibility of digging through the hard stone
floor. No, actually, he doesn't. He instead tries to explain to everyone that
we still have another exit, to which the gnomes respond, "No, no! That's
disgusting! Us gnomes are too civilized! Besides, that's the wrong way!"
"Ooook..." sighs the ranger, and diverts his attention to dipping a board into
the bottom of the northernmost pool. There is nothing in the pool other than a
syrupy liquid. Much of it clings to the board, making even less liquid remain.
Aardvarkin walks over and looks over Carideth's shoulder down the pool.
"Perhaps," he hisses, "the pool is so empty because it was drank out of so
much by people who knew that it was special.. or didn't.."
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