Re: RAIXEL'S SUPER SECRET INTRODUCTION GAME
Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:47 am
Well, maybe it only occupies four... nah, actually it probably is that long. Yeah, this wasn't a 'kill the worm and then solve the puzzle deal'. This was a 'solve the puzzle and outsmart the worm before it swallows you whole' sorta puzzle 
I won't give you any ability to sense anything others cannot, the song of mana is more a narrative flavour for what you can see. Sometimes it will be the way your 'knowledge' manifests itself (like 'knowing' the switch was a magical trigger), I think in this case I will flip it to a perception check. Meh, maybe I'll throw in a little knowledge she shouldn't have
Petal looks around, feeling the aura of the room through the tingling of the mana she is joined to, just as much as with her eyes. The dangling pits seem to say 'EW IR', as if encouraging and beckoning lowly ground creatures to, for one brief moment, experience the joy of being able to defy gravity and come back up. And the pits themselves are not natural, and mock 'DES YA' at the earth aroudn them. Under the mocking song of the open pits though, is a tinge of fearm, and also a tinge of expectation. Petal realises that some of the pits (though she has no idea which exactly) can actually be sealed shut again - thier mockery stopped. And also, there seem to be some pits awaiting revelation, and their mocking song is low and threatening. Certainly the pit Petal just came down seems to be one such impermenant fixture, all bluster for it seems to know it can be removed easily. And the threatening song seems to come from some area of earth close to the other end of this sectioned off area (opposite the false wall), false earth awaiting a chance to fall apart.
Perhaps guided by an internal compass, Petal can also spot the wall closeby seems wrong - she recognises she is on the other side of the illusionary wall she had seen in the cistern. This means, if needed, she has another way out of this place. Well, except their may still be some lurking elementals in that room. She is not too sure how elementals perceive the world, nor how grown up these ones she has encountered are. She might, perhaps, need to be quiet in this room lest she draws unwanted attention from down below.
It is surely hard for Petal to trust that one slim piece of clear material can save her from such a gigantic predatory, but she gets as close as she perhaps dares. She has seen armoured yellow worms in this dungeon, creatures from Chaos's twisted imagination. IS this thing the source of that inspiration? Or is this thing its mother? Or are those worms the real thing, and this twisted leviathan is actually Chaos's take. The skin looks thick and oily, with dirt encrusted on it where it has moved and wriggled. It has quick, jerking movements, obviously hating its entrapment. The goldish coloured skin is littered with slikes great and small - do those impede its movement, or do they make it possible?
It looks like it is stretched out, its coils managaing to stretch into the the a twenty by thirty area. Its trunk is about six to eight feet thick.
It is, in all ways, a terrifying and sickening sight. The fact it senses Petal, twisting its head one way then the other beofre smashing its head against the glass, it certainly...unsettling.
Petal is perhaps happy to return to the other room, despite the possible dangers. She is not on the other side of the glass she previously was, a lever in easy reach. Infact, to be fair there are two more levers she can reach easily, even though another person would need to navigate a pit, and be blocked from reaching the last one by a yawning void. Petal noticed these levers are set oddly in the wall, and are small. Perhaps to resist the attempts to simple leap at them or rope them, or whatever other method a clever adventurer would have to activate them while there are pits under them. Would one let her activate it due to her flying?
That's about it. Despite the size of the map graphic, the levers are small. They look normal. Feel free to start experimen-
Petal realises, just on the edge of hearing, there is a very, very dull roar. It is not from below her, it feels as if the glass somewhere up here is shaking. Somewhere, luckily not too close but close enough - the worm has just followed her up!
-ting.

I won't give you any ability to sense anything others cannot, the song of mana is more a narrative flavour for what you can see. Sometimes it will be the way your 'knowledge' manifests itself (like 'knowing' the switch was a magical trigger), I think in this case I will flip it to a perception check. Meh, maybe I'll throw in a little knowledge she shouldn't have

Petal looks around, feeling the aura of the room through the tingling of the mana she is joined to, just as much as with her eyes. The dangling pits seem to say 'EW IR', as if encouraging and beckoning lowly ground creatures to, for one brief moment, experience the joy of being able to defy gravity and come back up. And the pits themselves are not natural, and mock 'DES YA' at the earth aroudn them. Under the mocking song of the open pits though, is a tinge of fearm, and also a tinge of expectation. Petal realises that some of the pits (though she has no idea which exactly) can actually be sealed shut again - thier mockery stopped. And also, there seem to be some pits awaiting revelation, and their mocking song is low and threatening. Certainly the pit Petal just came down seems to be one such impermenant fixture, all bluster for it seems to know it can be removed easily. And the threatening song seems to come from some area of earth close to the other end of this sectioned off area (opposite the false wall), false earth awaiting a chance to fall apart.
Perhaps guided by an internal compass, Petal can also spot the wall closeby seems wrong - she recognises she is on the other side of the illusionary wall she had seen in the cistern. This means, if needed, she has another way out of this place. Well, except their may still be some lurking elementals in that room. She is not too sure how elementals perceive the world, nor how grown up these ones she has encountered are. She might, perhaps, need to be quiet in this room lest she draws unwanted attention from down below.
It is surely hard for Petal to trust that one slim piece of clear material can save her from such a gigantic predatory, but she gets as close as she perhaps dares. She has seen armoured yellow worms in this dungeon, creatures from Chaos's twisted imagination. IS this thing the source of that inspiration? Or is this thing its mother? Or are those worms the real thing, and this twisted leviathan is actually Chaos's take. The skin looks thick and oily, with dirt encrusted on it where it has moved and wriggled. It has quick, jerking movements, obviously hating its entrapment. The goldish coloured skin is littered with slikes great and small - do those impede its movement, or do they make it possible?
It looks like it is stretched out, its coils managaing to stretch into the the a twenty by thirty area. Its trunk is about six to eight feet thick.
It is, in all ways, a terrifying and sickening sight. The fact it senses Petal, twisting its head one way then the other beofre smashing its head against the glass, it certainly...unsettling.
Petal is perhaps happy to return to the other room, despite the possible dangers. She is not on the other side of the glass she previously was, a lever in easy reach. Infact, to be fair there are two more levers she can reach easily, even though another person would need to navigate a pit, and be blocked from reaching the last one by a yawning void. Petal noticed these levers are set oddly in the wall, and are small. Perhaps to resist the attempts to simple leap at them or rope them, or whatever other method a clever adventurer would have to activate them while there are pits under them. Would one let her activate it due to her flying?
That's about it. Despite the size of the map graphic, the levers are small. They look normal. Feel free to start experimen-
Petal realises, just on the edge of hearing, there is a very, very dull roar. It is not from below her, it feels as if the glass somewhere up here is shaking. Somewhere, luckily not too close but close enough - the worm has just followed her up!
-ting.
