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FIREBIRD'S REALM - GROUP TWO

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It leads on, very deep. It's straight, but dim, running to dark -- and unlike the kitchen, it's dusty and cobwebbed.

[COMBEWEED YOU MEAN

heading down there as fast as he can, gotta get back to Fire quickly!]

It leads to a black metal door. There's no lock, only a scroll pinned up:

With no wings, I fly.
With no eyes, I see.
With no arms, I climb.
More frightening than any beast;
Stronger than any foe.
I am cunning, ruthless, and tall;
In the end, I rule all.

Who am I?

Oh hell.

[I'LL GO BACK AND POKE AT THE RIP WHILE I THINK ABOUT THAT ONE]

Your hand goes through? You don't feel much of anything. Soot gets all over you.

Eeerghhhh...

[c-clears the pans and stuff off the table, tidying up D8< then generally canvasses the kitchen for clues and starts poking in everywhere because oh god]

Come on, Lloyd, think! What can see and climb and scare people!

Edited 2012-11-08 15:20 (UTC)

Well, soot's dropping on the table now.

You find pretty much every kitchen tool imaginable in the cabinets, including stuff where you can't even tell why it's used for food and not an instrument of torture.