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[WillowLuman]

One of the soldiers scoots away from Kevak when he says this.

HugoLuman heads towards the oni room. "Right. So. There's a diner room this way with a seemingly infinite supply of diner food. So, not much healthy stuff, but food."

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

"Does that include pancakes?"

[Prophet]

Food~!

[WillowLuman]

"Does that include pancakes?"

"Yes, actually. Um... do you need help up?"

[Arcvasti]

"Does that include pancakes?"

"Yes, actually."

****PANCACKSESE~~~!!~!~!~!****

Arcvasti follows HugoLuman.

[~Neri]

One of the soldiers scoots away from Kevak when he says this.

HugoLuman heads towards the oni room. "Right. So. There's a diner room this way with a seemingly infinite supply of diner food. So, not much healthy stuff, but food."

Hey! I won't be going and killing you, I'm just pointing out if a tiger or robot death machine or eldrich horror kills you, I could use the corpse to heal someone who's alive.

Also pancakes!

[WillowLuman]

HugoLuman walks past the dead oni, through the racks of alcohol, and to the crawlspace in the bathroom, . "I don't feel any danger this way!" he calls back. "I think they're gone! I'll go in first, just to be sure, but I think it's safe to come through!" He starts crawling through the passage in the mirror.

[Prophet]

Prophet follows after Hugo.

[~Neri]

Kevak follows.

[WillowLuman]

HugoLuman crawls out of the cabinet into the diner, and sees no sign of the attackers from yesterday, aside from a few scorch marks near the door into the next room. "Hello? Any deadly metal things in here?"

A voice calls from the next room. "Oh, still here, eh? And bringing some new friends! Don't worry, they've been gone for hours. Did you like your wish?"

[Propman]

The Snowglobe: Mirror Lake

"Oooo, I think he's telling us the penguin's names!" Lilium stood noticeably taller as soon as she realized the giant was friendly, or at very least, non-hostile for the moment. She waved at the waddling figures in the distance with an open smile.


Town: Blacksmith

Kyle and crew eventually reached the bottom of the stairwell, the muffled sound of a distant explosion jolting some of the dirt from the floorboards above. "That abomination enjoys destroying buildings more then he does anything else. Most of my revenue is from forging nails, screws, hinges, and hammers to repair the damage he does in his raids. Doesn't appreciate just how much hours and resources go into the houses he knocks down." There seemed to be no apparent door or passage from which to enter, the stairs emptying out into a small, cramped cellar. The blacksmith pressed the palm of his big, meaty hand into the leftmost brick of the wall, and the sound of a switch being activated briefly rang as a large section of the dead end began to lift up and pull away, revealing a door made out of what seemed to be printed cardboard, a bit reinforced so as to keep it structurally sound.

"If his methods of secrecy haven't tipped you off, the blade-master is a bit...out of it in the head. A far cry from Maurice, of course, but I advise you not make sudden movements before he finishes judging you." He lifted open the door, and gestured the party to go through.

[kj1225]

Kyle nods and goes through slowly with his hands up.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Zanzetkuken waits for Propman to enter first.

[Propman]

Dogou: Exterior

Slowly opening the door, a piercing light shone through the entire hallway, giving way to a seemingly impossibly large room, spanning at least an acre in height and length. The floors were of a rather cheap carpet, the type one would find in a motel or rundown house, while the walls were composed of thick oak wood; the ceiling was painted plaster of a beige color. The room was as bright as day in spite of having no apparent light sources, and all around the area lay an untold number of cardboard boxes of varying sizes, ranging from something small containers no larger then a ring holder to large containers sizable enough to hold a small car. At the center of the room, a large tower composed of many hundreds of cardboard boxes and slabs, held together by both nails and duct-tape, stood up high, dominating the landscape. The gramcrackery scent of papyrus was strong in the air, causing Propman to sneeze.

"Told you he was insane. I don't know how he managed to get this room down here, but not many people know of its existence. Why, the things one could do with this amount of space are absurd, but alas, the blademaster seems to have his own ideas. Now, he should be somewhere around the first floor of the tower. You should watch your step: some of these boxes have a life of their own."

Propman couldn't think of anything witty to say, simply staring at the odd room's vista with intent. "Er sir, isn't this a dungeon room?"

The smith shrugged. "I have no idea how this place functions, or how he managed to produce it. All I know is that it must have required some powerful magic to create, and it doesn't seem to be one of his standard abilities. He generally doesn't take kindly to being asked questions not pertaining to swords, or boxes. I would say it is closer to a miniature overworld area."

Hearing such terminology come out of the grizzled man's mouth was a bit odd, but the adventurer simply nodded. Box monsters didn't sound that scary, unless they were mimics.

[kj1225]

Kyle starts picking his way through the boxes with his sword drawn. Boxes are tricksy buggers. Never know when they're hiding a snake.