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By the time the airship (a literal, flying ship, it seems, built from wood with thick, billowing sails and a skull flag, like a stereotypical pirate ship) has reached Stromgard, the city is barely recognisable.
The buildings, now shaded in bright shades of pink, green, and blue, are twisted out of shape, bent at angles that should make them fall over. Streams of green code float up from some of the buildings, towards an object in the sky that wasn't there before.
Hanging in the blank, starless black is another city, all walkways and stone buildings, surrounding a tower in rings.
"That looks like our target," Atton says from the bow of the airship.
The buildings, now shaded in bright shades of pink, green, and blue, are twisted out of shape, bent at angles that should make them fall over. Streams of green code float up from some of the buildings, towards an object in the sky that wasn't there before.
Hanging in the blank, starless black is another city, all walkways and stone buildings, surrounding a tower in rings.
"That looks like our target," Atton says from the bow of the airship.
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Date: 2009-05-09 10:05 pm (UTC)He stops, looking briefly stunned, but not being in possession of a real skull, quickly recovers and continues, albeit with the loss of hit points.
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Date: 2009-05-09 10:57 pm (UTC)Their path seems pretty clear - a long walkway leads to a very heavy doorway.
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Date: 2009-05-09 11:12 pm (UTC)"So. Nice weather."
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Date: 2009-05-10 09:37 pm (UTC)There are no doors in this room. In fact, there isn't a great deal of anything in this room. The floor is starkly white, made from intersecting octagons. Around them, pink and amber clouds float by tall crystals in shades of orange. Ahead, in the centre of the room, there is a throne, but nobody sits in it.
The room's only occupant floats above it. Humanoid, with two horizontal eyestalks, he floats at the centre of a stream of light, apparently unconscious. Every so often, the stream flashes green (and the crystals flash black) and he jerks.
To one side, there's a lever, battered and grey and very out of place.
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Date: 2009-05-10 09:38 pm (UTC)Will says quietly when they enter.
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Date: 2009-05-10 09:42 pm (UTC)He winces when he sees the floating man.
"If you can get him down, I can catch him in a force field."
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