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Caveman wrote:
Iron Ranger wrote:
Caveman wrote:
Narrhil explains the golden harp radiates magic, and then proceeds down into the cellar.
Narrhil holds the torch ahead as he descends the thin stairway within the wall.
He shines the torch back at forth across the cellar's remaining shelves and bottles.
Looking for anything that shimmerlights.
Narrhil moves along the wine rack examining them...
The remaining bottles are normal.
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
[ In the Matrix there is no spoon... you had to watch the movie !]
Ha!
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The Cryomancer returns upstairs, contemplating the golden harp, he pondered if it could be played and perhaps the music was some form of worship for the temple, did it bless the congregation or heal...
He spies Votin, "hmm, perhaps I should have warned you of the spoon and its magical properties, a part of me thought it might assist in eating, but this is more than I expected!"
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Votin scoops a bowlful of soup from the kettle and dips the spoon into the bowl to gather a slurp of meat stew...
The bowl suddenly fills with gruel - ejecting the hot soup all over the barbarian - who promptly drops the entire mess to the stone floor!
Befuddled and hungry Votin picks up the bowl and spoon, this time putting the spoon in the empty bowl very gently.
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
Iron Ranger wrote:
Votin scoops a bowlful of soup from the kettle and dips the spoon into the bowl to gather a slurp of meat stew...
The bowl suddenly fills with gruel - ejecting the hot soup all over the barbarian - who promptly drops the entire mess to the stone floor!Befuddled and hungry Votin picks up the bowl and spoon, this time putting the spoon in the empty bowl very gently.
Again, the bowl fills with warm nourishing gruel!
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Iron Ranger wrote:
Again, the bowl fills with warm nourishing gruel!
Votin thinks surely this is magic he could grow to like, he tastes it first then if it's palatable , he will consume the rest.
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
Iron Ranger wrote:
Again, the bowl fills with warm nourishing gruel!
Votin thinks surely this is magic he could grow to like, he tastes it first then if it's palatable , he will consume the rest.
It is the best gruel to ever pass his lips.
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Narrhil had moved by the feeding barbarian and returned to the temple main and examined the harp. He stood in horror at what he found, wondering if his visions were fake or true. "Sir Votin, when you are ready could you please join me...!"
When the barbarian arrives, he asks him to try plucking the remaining strings of the harp...
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When Votin arrives he looks at the pitiful remains of the harp...
"This thing still play music?"
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"Yes, indeed, it still has magical properties and tells a story if one strums the strings!"
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"How shall we proceed?"
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[Does Tillak see the miracle bowl replenish itself? If so he asks Votin if the moracle gruel is edible.]
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SullyB74 wrote:
[Does Tillak see the miracle bowl replenish itself? If so he asks Votin if the miracle gruel is edible.]
Votin lets out a belch of approval...
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
"How shall we proceed?"
"It will not harm you, just strum the cords and it will give a vision...!"
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
SullyB74 wrote:
[Does Tillak see the miracle bowl replenish itself? If so he asks Votin if the miracle gruel is edible.]
Votin lets out a belch of approval...
Tilllak fishes in his pack for a spoon.
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SullyB74 wrote:
bald_headed_yeti wrote:
SullyB74 wrote:
[Does Tillak see the miracle bowl replenish itself? If so he asks Votin if the miracle gruel is edible.]
Votin lets out a belch of approval...
Tilllak fishes in his pack for a spoon.
"Lets out a belch of approval...."[from the other room]
Tillak doesn't seem to have a spoon, and Votin ate the gruel before he left for the chapel.
The dirty bowl and dirty spoon remain on the floor though.
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Iron Ranger wrote:
The dirty bowl and dirty spoon remain on the floor though.
[Votin is a barbarian ...
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Votin follows Narrhill's instructions and strums the harp with both hands.
Not quite as stimulating as beating drums and blowing ram horns.
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Votin plucks and the brittle ruined strings pop and disintegrate to dust.
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"That didn't go well..."
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