Liking is when you enjoy something, it makes you feel good, these people make you happy to be around. Caring is wanting to make sure they're alright, and help them through their troubles. Nice is... Well, those things are nice.
The bird bursts into flame, but doesn't burn you; instead, it separates into two. The fiery chickadee flutters up, then plunges into the rift over the table -- it closes behind it without a trace.
A fragment of white stone eggshell is left in your hand.
You were really spaced out for a while there... you okay?
[there's a scroll on the door idk. it says:
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.
A little flame starts at the corner of the scroll, as though someone did touch a candle there, and spreads to consume it. The door swings open.
Inside, you see . . . what seems to be a very large storage room? Everything in here looks old, warped, rusting and tarnished, breaking down. A pair of huge copper cages, bunches of brass and copper and gold keys, a big lump of copper with several hand-sized dents in it, lots of dusty wine bottles, cracked glass flowers.
There's a scrap of parchment on the floor, its edges burned.
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[Hmm...] We could name you Ember.
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I'm Lloyd and this is Fire. Nice to meet you, Ember. I'm glad you got out of the bathtub.
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The bird bursts into flame, but doesn't burn you; instead, it separates into two. The fiery chickadee flutters up, then plunges into the rift over the table -- it closes behind it without a trace.
A fragment of white stone eggshell is left in your hand.
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Hey, do you know riddles?
[HEADING BACK DOWN THE CORRIDOR]
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[there's a scroll on the door idk. it says:
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?]
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...Is the answer to this fire? Fire seems to be a theme.
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[glares at it]
What's the strongest thing?
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[hopefully]
Belief? Thoughts?
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A little flame starts at the corner of the scroll, as though someone did touch a candle there, and spreads to consume it. The door swings open.
Inside, you see . . . what seems to be a very large storage room? Everything in here looks old, warped, rusting and tarnished, breaking down. A pair of huge copper cages, bunches of brass and copper and gold keys, a big lump of copper with several hand-sized dents in it, lots of dusty wine bottles, cracked glass flowers.
There's a scrap of parchment on the floor, its edges burned.
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