Zion
You consider punching the wall again, but you can't summon the will to do so.
Instead, you just continue north from 001.
@Wabit
You continue on
Right is probably not the best time to get into whatever shenanigans are about to occur
But eh
Hopefully there are other things to punch
You continue walking until you find the relevant third level
It looks exactly the same as all the others
Zion
I climb up to the second level.
@Wabit
Or at least you attempt to
Zion
Can I climb it up?
@Wabit
The circular enclosure prevents your upward movement, once again
Zion
I try whatever it was I did previously to open it.
@Wabit
It does not work! Pure strength will not help you here it seems
Zion
I examine it.
Any indication of door knobs or the like?
@Wabit
You fail to note anything of any use
Zion
I look harder, take my time.
Its distracting me from Stammers.
Take 20.
@Wabit
You see a little doodle of stammers in the corner
Or do you? You might be angrily summoning visions of impaling him
Apparently he can take it now?
Zion
I hope so, for his own good.
Zion
So, no obvious way of opening it.
I punch it, for good measure.
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`DICE
If I don't belong in this channel type 'leave'.
Use 'join #<channelname>' to move me to another channel. Use 'roll <die>' to roll.
@Wabit
roll 1d20
`DICE
Wabit rolled 1d20 [ 1d20=16 ]{16}
@Wabit
Still, no budge.
Zion
No indicator of how to open it?
Nothing?
@Wabit
Well.. At second glance the thing you initially thought was stammers being punched was actually a keypad
somehow
How did you miss that?
Zion
I raise an eyebrow, and turn my attention to the keypad.
So it wants a code?
@Wabit
Yes.
Zion
4 digit?
@Wabit
You see a small screen that has the space for about...
Four digits?
The keypad has all numbers and letters though
Zion
I enter my date of birth.
@Wabit
EEH
Zion
What happens?
@Wabit
Error
No access
Zion
I enter my name.
@Wabit
Fucking shit.
Haha how predictable
It pops open
Zion
"..."
"fool"
I enter.
@Wabit
You are instantly assaulted by the sounds of shenanigans
Level two, upon first glance, has a bunch of imps in it
Fucking with anything and everything
Zion
What else is there in the room?
@Wabit
Upon looking further in..
(You hang your head out)
There are quite a few cages and some of them have Imps and whatnot in them
Zion
So there are imps imprisoning other imps?
@Wabit
Yes.
Yo Dawg.
Zion
How many roughly?
@Wabit
Quite a few
If we dont count the ones in the cages
Zion
We don't
@Wabit
You can see about 12 of them.
Just for fun you also count the imps in cages.
There are 6.
Zion
"I WANT EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM TO KNOW WHO'S IN CHARGE HERE."
roll 1d20+3
`DICE
Zion rolled 1d20+3 [ 1d20=20 ]{23}
Zion
intimidate
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Wabit
All eighteen of them instantly turn their gazes toward you.
You are met with the slack jawed terror of literally everyone in the room
Zion
"Good. With that established, now what the fuck is going in here."
Wabit
Belatedly, you comprehend that you received another message, The imps are also taking this time to shake and jitter in ways that you could not possibly understand, attempting to answer your question.
Zion
I ignore the message for now.
"Everyone, shut up!"
I look for an imp with a beard.
Wabit
There is one off near the area where your fathers storage cache would have been were you in 001
He is not quite as impressed by your yelling.
Zion
"You there."
I point at him.
"Come hither."
Wabit
The other imps seem relieved enough that they do not question this order, and collectively stare at the Shia Imp.
Shia-imp realizes that to fight this would be death.
He walks over.
Zion
"What is going on here."
"Tell me."
It is not a question.
Wabit
He would pretend to jitter and jeer if he was not absolutely certain that the player did not already know what was going on here.
How much he would like to break free of the shackles of his own mortality
The Imp answers you.
But he doesn't.
"How did you get in here?"
Zion
"That's Not What I Asked."
Wabit
The imp turns to the other imps and makes hand motions at them.
Zion
Able, who have been casually hanging on my shoulders up until now, suddenly looks up, and he stares at the imp.
Wabit
The other imps in turn agitatedly jitter themselved
Themselves*
A battle of Charisma then. The other imps would like to know the answer to your question.
Zion
roll 1d20+3 charisma
`DICE
Zion rolled 1d20+3 charisma [ 1d20=2 ]{5}
Wabit
roll 1d20+2
`DICE
Wabit rolled 1d20+2 [ 1d20=2 ]{4}
Wabit
The other imps suddenly quiet at the sight of able, and Shia knows he has lost this battle.
"We are.. Being Imps."
Zion
"Do elaborate."
Wabit
"You wish to know why imps act like imps?" He asks rhetorically. The other imps get a little rowdy again and you must roll to continue being top dog.
Zion
"Why are you imprisoning the other imps? What did they do?"
Wabit
roll 1d20+2
`DICE
Wabit rolled 1d20+2 [ 1d20=14 ]{16}
Zion
roll 1d20+3
`DICE
Zion rolled 1d20+3 [ 1d20=19 ]{22}
Wabit
Your counter response quiets down the rabble, and the imps in cages jeer in delight at this turn of events.
"..." says the Shia Imp
Zion
"I'm sorry? What did you say?"
Wabit
After a few moments of being quiet, he decides to cut his loses and try to incite a riot the only other way he knows how.
Violence
He jumps forward with his claws beared
roll 1d20-1
`DICE
Wabit rolled 1d20-1 [ 1d20=1 ]{0}
Wabit
And promptly falls flat on his face.
His failure was so great
so massive
That instead of actually being able to just get back up
Or do anything
He literally just pops.
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Zion
"Can anyone else tell me why?"
RascalyWabit
They jitter in confusion and general disregard for whatever just occured
The ones in cages whoop in joy
Zion
"Unless you want to end up like him, you're going to tell me why."
I point at an imp that doesn't have too stupid prototypings.
"You there. Tell me."
RascalyWabit
There are no not stupid imps in here!
You see no red ones, or any bearded ones
You do see one with a tophat inside the cages however
Zion
I point at him.
Zion
roll 1d20+3
`DICE
Zion rolled 1d20+3 [ 1d20=3 ]{6}
RascalyWabit
The imps inside the cages are more inclined to help you than hurt you, however after your blunder they seem to not want anything to do with you
This is pointless.
The other imps get rowdy again and you have gotten nowhere.
Zion
Able gets down from my shoulders, and is now "standing" next to me by himself.
roll 1d20+3 intimidate
`DICE
Zion rolled 1d20+3 intimidate [ 1d20=3 ]{6}