[S] Taniel: ENTER

DM
\-==START==-/
As you light the bomb, Griffinmom charges after you, snagging you by your shirt.
Roll Athletics to resist if you would like
hyperboreanHighwayman
I throw the bomb into griffinmom's open maw
DM
Griffinmom swallows the bomb.
Delicious.
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20+1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+1) [4+1] : {5}
DM
She takes minor damage, but that's it.
You fail at resisting.
DM
She drags you all the way back to the hive, and that's when you see the problem.
A meteor thrice the size of your landscape is descending on your hive.
Griffinmom drags you inside, and prods your computer with her... snout?
I guess.
She seems to want you to insert a disk.
hyperboreanHighwayman
Welp, sounds good to me!
I pop my disc up in that slot.
DM
A program called SCratch loads up. It appears you have been connected to...
oh no
a certain "callousCraftswoman."
hyperboreanHighwayman
"fuck"
DM
You see that for a split second before the screen goes black and exits out.
Lavira, your screen shifts to show a young troll and a griffin about three times the size of it next to a giant hoard of gold.
callousCraftswoman
Oh, great. This arrogant prick
DM
A pop-up window pops up, with the following message. (L)
"Note: If you do not succeed Entry, you're fucked!"
* callousCraftswoman callousCraftswoman begun pestering hyperboleanHighwayman
callousCraftswoman
CC: Listen, due to the machinations of a dog-faced bastard, I've been place in this position -}--
DM
Taniel, you hear four consecutive explosions, followed by extreme shaking.
callousCraftswoman
CC: I don't want anything to do with this, so let's just get this over with so I can be rid of you. -}--
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: w][at t][e fuck are y[]u talk][ng ab[]ut
callousCraftswoman
CC: Just wait and see. -}--
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: w][y are y[]u even talk][ng t[] me ][n t][e f][rst place
callousCraftswoman
I open the menu and attempt to drop the cruxtruder next to the griffin
DM
You drop the cruxtruder next to the griffin. Success.
callousCraftswoman
I attempt to drop the totem lathe right outside the room I'm currently looking at
DM
Taniel, you hear a loud thud as a giant machine appears out of nowhere, and nearly crushes your lusus.
You also do that. Taniel, you hear another thump. What the fuck is happening?
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: w][[]t t][e f[]ck j[]st ][app[]ne[]
callousCraftswoman
CC: I'm placing down special devices that will assist you in averting your death by meteor -}--
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: []r[] y[][] t][[] []n[] [][]][ng t][][s s][][t
callousCraftswoman
I grab the alchemiter and place it just outside Taniel's hive
CC: Yes, I am. Stop complaining and start focusing on opening the device with the tube -}--
DM
You drop the final machine.
callousCraftswoman
CC: I don't want to drag this on at all -}--
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: n[]
HH: ][m n[]t [][]][ng a []amn t][][ng ][ere unt][l y[]u tell me w][at t][e fuck ][s g[]][ng []n ][ere
DM
Griffinmom screeches, and then shoves you towards the cruxtruder.
There's something in there, and it wants to come out, badly.
callousCraftswoman
CC: we're playing some bizarre game that will allow us to avert death by meteor apocalypse -}--
CC: and these devices are the way to do that -}--
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: []kay ][ [][]nt play a l[]t []f games but t][at s[]un[]s l][ke fuck][ng bulls][][t
DM
Several more explosions.
Several more instances of shaking.
callousCraftswoman
CC: yes, it is. -}-- Stop wasting time and get to work -}--
CC: It's either this bullshit or death by meteor. -}--
CC: I don't care what happens from here on, but I advise hurrying. -}--
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: l[]t m[] g[]ess y[][]re [][]][ng t][[]t t[][]
callousCraftswoman
CC: I already performed my ritual -}--
CC: I'm talking to you from a strange planet of blue minerals and forests. -}--
DM
Griffinmom screeches loudly at you once again, and then shoves you, harder, towards the cruxtruder.
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: w[]w m[]r][ b[]][][s][][t
HH: te][][ m[] w][[]ts a[]][[]a][][y f[]c][][ng ][[]pp[]n][ng an[] m[]y[]e ][ll ge][ t[] ][t
DM
There's very little time for telling, and much more time for escaping the meteors burning down your hive.
callousCraftswoman
CC: You're going to die by meteoric apocalypse if you don't find a way to force open that tube your griffin keeps urging you towards. -}--
DM
This notion is punctuated by half of your ceiling collapsing on your hoard.
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: [][][] f[]c][ y[][]
I try turning the wheel.
DM
Roll Athletics
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20+5
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+5) [14+5] : {19}
DM
You pull the wheel so hard, it opens first try.
Griffinmom does a little celebration dance.
A cerulean flashing orb pops out of the tube, along with about 20 cerulean cylinders.
They fly all over the place, a few bopping Griffinmom in the head.
callousCraftswoman
CC: Good. -}-- There's a timer on the device showing you your remaining time until death. -}--
DM
She seems a bit ticked.
callousCraftswoman
CC: Now take one of those cylinders and exit your room to place it into the device right outside the entrance. -}--
DM
The timer reads 3:59
callousCraftswoman
CC: Before I forget, here. -}--
I place the punched captchalogue card in front of the totem lathe
CC: Now get to work -}--
DM
The card flutters down softly.
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: s[]r[] w][[]t t][][][ f[]c][ m][[]][][ []s we][][ ][[]st [][] w][[]t[]v[]r t][e f[]c][ y[][] s][y f][[]m n[]w []n
I take the card and the cylinder and put them in the place on the thing.
DM
You operate the second machine, and it carves the dowel.
It's now notably more rectangular.
3:43
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: n[]][ w][[]t t][e f[]c][ [][] ][ [][]
callousCraftswoman
CC: Now head outside your hive and place the carved cylinder on the smaller platform of the device that I placed outside your hive -}--
DM
Griffinmom suddenly takes off, flying high. You don't know where she's heading, but there's no time to find out.
3:32
hyperboreanHighwayman
HH: ][][y [][]es n[]n][ []][ ][][][s s][][][ m[]][][ an][ f[]c][][n[] s[]n][[] []t a][][
I do what she says though.
DM
You do what she says, and in a flash of light, a cerulean chest pops up on the large platform.
You also find that you're holding two satchels; one with a picture of a human, and the other with one of a griffin.
callousCraftswoman
CC: Good job. -}-- The rest is up to you, for better or worse. -}--
hyperboreanHighwayman
I put the satchels down and see what's inside of them.
DM
They're both empty.
2:57
callousCraftswoman
While the arrogant prick does her work, I use the camera to examine the orb-sprite that came out of her cruxtruder
DM
2:50
2:49
hyperboreanHighwayman
In that case, I open the chest.
DM
It seems to be flying all over the place with no regard to the laws of physics
The chest is locked.
2:45
2:44
callousCraftswoman
hmmmm. I examine the room for anything of interest
DM
2:43
hyperboreanHighwayman
f[]c][
I try hitting the chest with my axe.
DM
All that's in the room is the hoard. There are golden versions of a fuck ton of things in it.
Roll Athletics
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20+5
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+5) [16+5] : {21}
DM
You smash it once, and it caves in a bit.
2:39
2:38
callousCraftswoman
I look for the weirdest and most unusual golden thing in the hoard
DM
2:37
The strangest thing in the hoard seems to be a statuette of a weird tentacle monster.
callousCraftswoman
Perfect. I grab the statuette with my cursor and fling it into the orb-sprite
DM
Roll Sleight of Hand
callousCraftswoman
!roll 1d20+4
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+4) [19+4] : {23}
hyperboreanHighwayman
Progress! I hit it again.
DM
Roll Athletics once again
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20+5
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+5) [12+5] : {17}
DM
You smash it one more time. It seems to be on the verge of breaking
2:20
hyperboreanHighwayman
Well then I do it again.
!roll 1d20+5
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+5) [2+5] : {7}
DM
You miss.
Good job.
Try again?
hyperboreanHighwayman
I bet you can guess my next move.
!roll 1d20+5
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+5) [11+5] : {16}
DM
You smash it one last time, and two coins come flying out.
One lands on the ground next to you.
The other is snatched by Griffinmom and dropped in the hoard.
2:05
hyperboreanHighwayman
I bend down to pick it up.
DM
You pick it up. Which satchel do you put it in, though? Griffin or Human?
2:00
1:55
1:50
1:45
1:40
hyperboreanHighwayman
What's the coin look like?
DM
It's just a uniform coin.
1:39
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1:37
1:36
hyperboreanHighwayman
Huh. I put it in my pocket and go after the coin that landed in my lusus' hoard.
DM
You do so. Roll Investigation to find it.
1:35
1:34
1:33
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1:31
1:30
1:29
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [16+-1] : {15}
DM
You search through the pile, but to no avail.
However, you do become aware of a small meteor hurtling towards you from behind.
You give it about
20 seconds before it hits
1:28, :20
1:27, :19
1:26, :18
Do you keep searching, or do you flee?
1:25, :17
1:24, :16
1:23, :15
1:22, :14
1:21, :13
hyperboreanHighwayman
of course i keep searching
DM
1:20, :12
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [9+-1] : {8}
DM
Roll investigation once more
and again
1:20, 12
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [17+-1] : {16}
DM
Again
1:19, :11
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [7+-1] : {6}
DM
1:18, :10
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [10+-1] : {9}
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [3+-1] : {2}
DM
1:17, :9
1:16, :8
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 10#1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [11+-1] : {10} (1d20+-1) [5+-1] : {4} (1d20+-1) [7+-1] : {6} (1d20+-1) [12+-1] : {11} (1d20+-1) [13+-1] : {12} (1d20+-1) [8+-1] : {7} (1d20+-1) [16+-1] : {15} (1d20+-1) [13+-1] : {12} (1d20+-1) [1+-1] : {0} (1d20+-1) [9+-1]
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 20#1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [4+-1] : {3} (1d20+-1) [18+-1] : {17} (1d20+-1) [15+-1] : {14} (1d20+-1) [2+-1] : {1} (1d20+-1) [7+-1] : {6} (1d20+-1) [14+-1] : {13} (1d20+-1) [20+-1] : {19} (1d20+-1) [16+-1] : {15} (1d20+-1) [13+-1] : {12} (1d20+-1) [8+-1]
DM
1:15, :7
1:14, :6
1:13, :5
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 30#1d20-1
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+-1) [16+-1] : {15} (1d20+-1) [14+-1] : {13} (1d20+-1) [3+-1] : {2} (1d20+-1) [9+-1] : {8} (1d20+-1) [19+-1] : {18} (1d20+-1) [6+-1] : {5} (1d20+-1) [19+-1] : {18} (1d20+-1) [15+-1] : {14} (1d20+-1) [17+-1] : {16} (1d20+-1) [6+-1]
DM
You FINALLY find the coin. It's about four feet away.
Do you go for it?
1:12, :4
hyperboreanHighwayman
yeah man
DM
1:11, 3
you run towards it, and stoop down to pick it up.
1:10, :2
1:09, :1
hyperboreanHighwayman
Anything special about it?
DM
Griffinmom takes a MASSIVE golden slab out of the hoard, and flings it towards the meteor.
Both the slab and the meteor explode in a display of golden glitter.
Nothing special about it.
You have two coins now.
But, the other meteor is falling faster, it seems.
1:07
hyperboreanHighwayman
I throw the hoard coin in the griffin sack and the other one in the monster sack.
DM
1:05
The griffin sack is sewed shut.
1:01
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0:45
hyperboreanHighwayman
I rip the griffin sack open.
DM
Griffinmom takes out a few more meteors with golden slabs. Where was she even keeping these.
Roll Athletics
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0:41
0:39
hyperboreanHighwayman
!roll 1d20+5
Tyche[Dice]
(1d20+5) [19+5] : {24}
DM
You rip it open. Good job.
0:34
0:29
0:24
hyperboreanHighwayman
I stuff that griffon coin down in there like a motherfucker.
DM
Griffinmom is running out of slabs.
You put in the griffin coin, and Griffinmom vanishes in a flash of light. This means two things
1) She's safe
2) Smaller meteors will now rekt your face.
0:19
0:14
0:10
hyperboreanHighwayman
I stuff the human coin in the other sack
DM
0:06
0:03
You scramble with the human sack, opening it, and then stuffing the coin in.
0:02
0:01
DM
In a flash of light, everything vanishes for a second.
hyperboreanHighwayman
rip me
DM
You then open your eyes, and you're back in your hive.
hyperboreanHighwayman
dammit no such luck
DM
But, something's off.
You can hear weird music playing from outside.
Do you go check it out?
hyperboreanHighwayman
sure why the hell not
DM
You walk outside, and are greeted with a strange sight.
Buildings made of literal gold and neon flashing signs line streets that weren't here minutes before. The sky is pretty pitch-black, which makes everything down here glow all the more. Komodo-dragon like creatures dressed in tuxedos and fancy gowns walk the streets.
Welcome to the Land of Gambling and Luxury.
\-==END==-/