I agree, that actually does sound "exciting!" I mean, its not like there are thousands of little kids who used to simply imagine all these things around them, with superpowers and secret bases and things that aren't really there, cause little kids don't do that kind of stuff, they only do things with stuff that is already there and real.
Its not like as those kids gew up they ditched the imaginary games for stuff like board games and video games, not because they became less imaginative, but because they craved more of a challenge with rules and requirements,
Its not like this would be the perfeect solution for both having an imaginary realm you could play in with friends, while still keeping the rules and requirtements that you started to love for a challenge.
Its not like... its not like... wait.
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Tell me, honestly, what is the difference between sitting in a log cabin outside , using agumented Minecraft, and the difference between sitting in a cabin you made, hile sitting on a cumpter? There are a few I can think of:
You are actually feeling like you are IN the cabin, especially if you use the google cardboard goggles thing like Gamelord said.
Two, you'd be building this in your world, instead of a totally different world.
and Three, it'd be a bit more emberrasing to walk around with goggles over your face or holding your phone up at awkward angles, but only because now everyone can SEE you be a geek, and no more emberassing than playing Pokemon Go.
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Do those darkness shrouded pillars apply to me? I mean, they are too far away, but I can get close and still see 'em, right?
Just making sure
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ooh ooh ooh how about flowerpots? Or farmland, tilled soil?
I love it when people actually find ways, like you said, to explain how every item and or feature can be used to do this or that, so I wanna see a bit in action. I honestly can't think of a single way that flowerpot could be used to grief... I mean, I suppose you could fill a houses floor with them, but that doesn't seem like much of a griefing...
Enlighten me! I wanna hear this process, please!
Also love the title. Good Grief indeed.
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A bit embarrassed at forgetting that the others couldn't exactly see in the dark, Silver listened as the others decided what to do. Searching the rest of the place sounded like a fabulous idea, so he nodded along. "Sounds about right. Though it would probably be useful if we started searching." He smiled a little.
Stepping off into the darkness, he walked off to find another archway, find another room. Maybe they could learn something new, find some treasure, if they just kept exploring.
Cautiously, he stepped into the next room over, shrouded in darkness, and found himself looking at-
((I think we need Solawind to describe the different things we might be looking at, so we don't end up with another skeleton catastrophe))
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Exactly. Still, Silver does fight best in the dark... so maybe Gilor's fear isn't totally unfounded.
Of course he'll still try to be considerate.
Just making sure we've got the specifics for the spell written down a bit, and stuff.
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Weeell, when I originally made the spell, I wasn't thinking it was going to totally put out objects, only dim them or darken them until the spell was over, and then they would brighten to how they were before. I kind of like how you described it, the idea of it actually eating the light energy and putting them out, maybe for later, just know that my intention wasn't to plunge us all into darkness. Or at least, you all into darkness.
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Silver tucked away the orb and glanced at the other adventurers. "I was simply checking to make sure the light was only light, and not some elaborate trap. It doesn't seem to be highly magical, only intended as a source of illumination." He shrugged a bit.
Pearce was already starting to inspect the alter, runes and bumps and slots. Silver slid up next to the fox-man. "Anything look interesting? This seems rather important, but it sure was put in a strange place if it was meant to be used." Silver gazed over the runes, reluctant to touch, but absorbing as much as he could. Important things. That's what he was here to learn about.
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Welp, I edited my post somewhat, to give it better actions compared to what is going on. I like this style a lot. Bring us forward, DM! Lead us through the dungeon!
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All of us? O_O I think we might need to just go back in time and try again, about half our recent posts are all about the skeletons.
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Skeletons that didn't actually happen:
Silver had to admit he was rather surprised to find skeletons moving (and attacking) the others who had descended into the catacombs. What exactly moved them? He wondered. Does the magic give them invisible muscles?
Still, those weren't thoughts he should be focusing on in the middle of a battle. His arrows would be mostly useless, even the ones with proper tips. But his staff... that could still shatter bone, especially if it were dry and brittle. It was probably an even better weapon against skeletons than a sword.
He attacked the nearest skeleton, slinging his bow onto his back and wielding his staff. The skeleton itself wore old and broken armor, which wouldn't help it all that much, and held a sword that was rusted over. Silver didn't want to think of all the kinds of sick he could get if that thing broke his skin. His first priority would be dodging, and his second disabling.
So he lingered back in the darkness, shifting with the shadows, trying to stay hard-to-see. He wasn't 100% sure that it would affect the skeleton at all, since it didn't even have eyes, *(How does it see? Is it a magical sense, or does it have invisible eyes to go with those invisible muscles? These skeletons are strange)* but every bit could help.
The skeleton lunged out at him, and Silver spun to the side, avoiding the rusty blade with ease, then attacked on his own, swinging his staff in a sideways blow to the skeletons exposed ribs. There were some nasty cracks as several of the thin bones broke off and tumbled to the ground, but the skeleton didn't even seem to notice.
It sliced again, a different way this time, and Silver was forced to use his staff to knock the sword an extra couple inches to the side as he dodged. He took a deep breath. The skeleton wasn't very fast, but even a mistake could hurt Silver, and hurt him bad. This time, he aimed for one of the legs, swinging as hard as he could. It collided with the bone, and the skeleton stumbled, but it looked like it wasn't as old, dry and brittle as Silver had hoped. But with the second he had before the skeleton righted itself, he attacked again, the same spot, and the femur finally snapped.
The skeleton tumbled to the ground, losing another rib in the process, and Silver swiped at the sword in its hand with the end of his staff. It took the whole hand off, which skittered out into the corner of the room. A couple more poundings, and the skeleton was a pile of jumbled bones on the ground.
Silver slid backwards into the darkness, a bit proud of how effectively he'd taken down the skeleton. He wondered if the elf had seen.
And that was when the massive, giant of a skeleton burst through the wall, wielding a massive flail. Silver took a half step backwards, deeper into the shadows, even though he was already a fairly good distance from it. The way it stood and gazed around at them, Silver fully expected it to roar in defiance, lungs or no lungs. He felt a good bit smaller than before, even though he was already the shortest one here. This thing dwarfed them all.
But then he looked it over. It was covered in heavy, half broken armor, and the flail in its hand really was pretty rusted. It was probably really, really slow. And Silver knew he was really, really fast (most of the time). Maybe he could do some good damage to that thing. It seemed to be focused on the other cloaked figure, who had rushed ahead, presumably to discover treasure. Instead, he had found a fight.
So, disregarding his instinct to stay hidden and run, Silver flowed forward through the shadows, stepping from corner to corner, getting as close to the giant skeleton as he could. It ignored him, still focused on the others, which made Silver question again just how the skeletons could see.
But right before he got to the skeleton, he paused. Maybe he should wait to see just how fast this behemoth was, before he assumed anything. Speed was everything. It was all he had. And he couldn't afford to lose that benefit, no matter how impressive it would seem to the others. Not even if it would fix his bad first introduction with them all.
Silver reluctantly left the strange pictograms and runes behind, following everyone else as they kept moving through the catacombs. He followed the glow of their sunrods, still careful to stay along the edges, and walked behind them as they entered another room. He peeked in, and saw them all standing, staring at some sort of alter in the middle, so he crept in behind them, through the light of the sunrods, and around to the edges again. Once he was safely back in the shadows, he turned to the strange alter that sat in the center of the room.
It was certainly strange. Two large pillars *(Good for hiding behind,)* sat on either side of it, and several beams of light fell from above. The alter was fairly simple, at least, but it gave off a very strange feeling of... magic. Yes. Mystical magic. The beams of light themselves could even be magical.
Of course, there was one way to see if they were. He tugged out the small, dark orb that was embedded in his belt, and held it firmly in his hand. The Cast Darkness spell from this stone would suck in the light from most everything in the room, including some of the simpler magical light sources such as the sunrods and maybe the gauntlet of the man that stood at the front. But it didn't always work on some of the more... interesting magical lights, so if the pillars of light were meant to be something more than just light, they probably wouldn't dim.
Still, if they did darken, that didn't totally eliminate their potential magical capability. It would only give some information if they stayed lit up.
He stepped forward, out of the shadows by the sides of the room, and edged up to the alter. Taking a breath, he whispered the activation spell, the words that were inscribed on the orb. "Yulna me'a". Drink Light.
Instantly, he felt a drain on himself, making himself just a bit weaker. The spell always took some from him, as well. He watched as the orb almost seemed to suck in the light from the sunrods, dimming them down. Would it affect the light from the alter, as well?
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Silver didn't know if he was relieved or miffed when the elf turned around, ignoring him, and hopping down into the hole in the ground. He supposed he would have to make a good impression, later on.
At the moment though, it looked like there must be something interesting down in the pit, as everyone was heading down. Now that no one was looking at him anymore and he was out of mind, he might as well go back to being out of sight. He edged his way closer to the pit, past one of the guards, and peered down into the caverns below.
The guard he stood next to gave him a weary side-eye, as if expecting to lose another sun rod. But Silver didn't need one. The darkness below barely hindered his vision. The darkness was his friend.
So he hopped down into it, vanishing from normal view.
On the way down, he reached out and snagged the rope, not holding on but gripping it softly, letting it slow his decent. A few meters from the bottom, he tightened his grip, slowing himself even more, and landed on the stone floor with a gentle *whoomh.* Louder than he would have wanted, but quiet nonetheless. Ignoring the sun-rods held by the other adventurers, he edged around them in the darkness.
It was quite the shock when he stumbled upon a skeleton, lying across a now-opened-and-empty-chest. But the others didn't seem to mind it, so he cautiously left it behind.
The walls of the catacombs were covered with paintings and designs. Silver shivered as he looked at them, unassisted by the sun-rods. This was what he had come for, this history and information. He wanted to know everything. If only he had something to copy down the pictures. He should have bought some charcoal and parchment at the market.
He stayed on the edges of the sun-rods reach, out in the shadows. He didn't mind all too much if the others saw him, but years of staying out of sight wasn't a habit he was going to lose after meeting someone nice. He knew from experience that carrying a light source tended to dazzle your eyes, making the darkness seem even thicker and harder to penetrate with your gaze. The others would be hard-pressed to see anything that wasn't lit up by the sun-rods.
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Which is why I said thiisss
Whiiich also makes me realize that I worded it horribly. The idea was that the idea that it would get locked immediately was wrong, which you wanted to find out. Or something like that.
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Yep. I think that's what he was talking about, how they aren't good criticisms overall.
Which reminds me that Gamelord was wrong (or not wrong, but the possibility was), my Herobrine thread didn't get locked immediately because that second criticism was not used for it. Is there a way to tag Game?
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Probably. Looks like the main difference between me and the new guy (We both wear green, we both have a bow, we both got our inspiration from Rangers Apprentice (I think he did, at least)) is that I carry a staff as well as my bow, rather than a sword, with silver ends, and I'm a good seven inches shorter than him. So height is a good way to tell us apart.
In fact, it looks like I'm at least seven inches shorter than EVERYONE. You are extra tall, so just imagine Silver cricking his neck to look up at you.
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That works pretty well. I can easily imagine Silver becoming flustered at thinking he was seen, especially by someone he had been following for a while. Since Herne just kinda stalked off without much of an answer, I guess we'll see. Merita really probably gets to choose.