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[FIREBIRD EXPLORE - MIDNIGHT]

You find yourself in a small triangular room with high, high walls. All three walls are made of glass. Through one, all you see is white light moving in strange angular patterns. Through the second, the same white light forms great starbursts. Through the third, the light coils and wheels.

It's quite bright. The floor is made of ruddy beaten copper. The ceiling is a vast mirror. In the middle of the floor is a great copper bowl filled with something white and wavering, like smoke.

You find three copper tokens in your hand. They are flat, shaped like apples. Engraved on each is the word OPEN.

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[picking his way carefully, going over to examine the copper figurines and the thing in the middle of that circle]

The figures are faceless, abstract humanoids with their arms upraised. Each is about six inches high, and they are very shiny.

In the middle of the circle they form is the skeleton of a small songbird, the bones hung together with copper wire. A perfect copper feather is wired within its ribcage.

... huh.

[picking the bird up to examine it, using only his fingertips and a very delicate touch, trying to see if there is any sort of graceful way to slip that feather free]

You could try to untwist it from the wiring if you wanted. The bird's position shifts a little in your hands as you turn it over — hey, it's poseable, not fixed in place.

[considering that, then gently adjusting the bird to spread its wings, like it might take flight, then placing it down again to be facing the circle, making it a ring of fourteen copper figures.

then puts his second token in the middle of that ring.]

As soon as the token touches the table, more ivy and vines begin to grow, winding their way all over it among the figures.

You find yourself back in the original room, with a brass key this time.

Brass, huh ...

[pocketing both of the keys and heading for that last door--but pausing to examine the bowl again; has it changed at all?]

Not that you can see.

[running his finger over the rim of the bowl, then heading for the last door]

Last door!

You’re in a thick forest, faint mist drifting lazily around your feet. It’s a little chilly, a little damp, but not uncomfortable. Birds chirp and insects buzz lazily all around you, unconcerned by your presence. What little you can see of the sky is pale and cloudless.

A faint trail winds into the trees to your right.

[considering options ... well, for the time being, we'll try following that faint trail]

The trail leads to a very large clearing. Thirteen pedestals of some dark stone ring it; they must have had statues on them once, but these have been cleanly broken away, and only the (human? hopefully?) feet are left on each one. Who knows where the rest of each statue is.

In the center of the clearing is the lone intact statue: a huge dark serpent about thirteen feet high, mouth wide open. It's exquisitely carved, but its four fangs are missing, so it looks pretty goofy right now.

A red fox is seated on the other side of the clearing, eyeing you. It's carrying a lump of raw meat in its mouth.

[... eying the fox back.

pulls a piece of beef jerky out of his pocket and holds it up]

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It doesn't move, but it perks up its ears. YOU HAVE ITS ATTENTION.

[still holding it up, maybe at about shoulder-height]

You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, would you?

Whiiiine.

[looking around then--are the snake's fangs anywhere immediately visible?]

You might catch something glinting behind a pedestal, but no.

[oh well if something is shining I wanna go look at it :U]

There's a copper fang back here.

[HOW HEAVY IS IT, CAN I PICK IT UP]

You can! Maybe the rest are around here somewhere.

[picking it up, then, and yeah, looking around :|a]

You find a total of four copper fangs!

The fox is still watching you. Or maybe the jerky.

[keeping an eye on the fox as well, once he has all four fangs, going back towards the snake statue]

Edited 2011-10-06 06:09 (UTC)

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