Call of the Copper Closet!

Game Master I'm Hiding In Your Closet

How do we leave memories behind? Do you refer to us forgetting things thus losing the memories or do you mean more of an inheritance, memories of ourselves in other people to be recalled after we are gone?

...how to broach the topic? Just ask. Niggilth-Tsa can you tell us about the beacons? There are three and they apparently do something when brought together.

OK, now this is where it gets weird: Sirlicks OR Linka, give me a Diplomacy OR Spellcraft check. There can be no aiding. Feel free to hash this out in Discussion if you wish.

diplo: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

purple dot of shame reroll

diplo: 1d20 + 19 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 19 + 3 + 2 = 33 gm stars forgot hero also

Nggilth-Tsa blinks somewhat blearily at you, and from directions you never before imagined possible.

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Lights, bright lights, to hold in the dark. When the dark pushes back, the lights shine brighter, and there is balance, a seal on the gate. But the dark is everywhere now, even within the light, for the light now shines from the darkest stone in orbit. Maybe Corners of Spheres can now unseal the gate from inside. Why are all your senses on one head?
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"Who is Corners of Spheres? Touch is not one or our senses just on our head."

Sirlicks, give me an Intimidate or Knowledge (Engineering) check.

You start to notice that when Niggilth-Tsa looks at Sirlicks, its eyes start to get more bloodshot, and move about with greater agitation. Perhaps it would be best if others started taking the lead in this interview...?

Is that a metaphor or something? Do you mind explaining more?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

Niggilth-Tsa seems to be oblivious to Mantis's inquiry.

Diplomacy won't help you here.

kn eng: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

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Corners of Spheres. One who craves memories. One who longs for day to understand night. It is hard to warm a cold void. If you stop breathing, do your thoughts change color?
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Journeyman Fuln approaches Mantis with a cupful of sherry and an attempt at an earnest smile, one eye still on Nggilth-Tsa. "I don't think it's a matter of poetry so much as...well, a fundamental gap in communication so perfectly the opposite of such that it comes out looking the same. Oh dear, I nearly just did it myself, didn't I...??"

kn all : 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 18 + 2 = 24

Sirlicks is actually able to attach some taxonomy to Nggilth-Tsa: "Yangethe" - unsurprisingly, he doesn't know much more...but you do know ONE thing! Take your pick.

resistances

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Knowledge: Dungeoneering : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Sirlicks is aware that like a regrettably high number of higher/otherworldly entities, yangethes operate beyond nature as you know it and hence have a way of 'evading' mortal magic as one might dodge a fist or an arrow (SR 20); more plain to see is that their tough, cockroach-like carapaces would have little to fear from common blunt trauma (DR 10/slashing or piercing).

Linka and Sadaf are mystified; neither can recall having ever heard of such a thing as this.

" Well this has been...nice? Can we see the orb so we can contain it and be on our way? "

"Wait," Journeyman Fuln interjects. "What did it say about a 'gate'? I must admit, you and Nggilth-Tsa gotten much further with each other than I could...but I must know! Please, that scroll wasn't cheap, and I doubt I can get a refund for reasons of force magisteure...."

He nervously retreats to his desk, where he pours out a few cups of sherry and starts sipping one with a trembling hand.

Sirlicks sighs, hoping he was done talking with this bizarre entity.
He continues questioning on behalf of the person who decides to give us orb access.

"Nggilth-Tsa, could you please tell us about the gate and how to open it, and how to close it also? If onions make you cry, what makes onions cry? "

Give me a Bluff OR Knowledge (Geography) check.

kn geo: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33

Knowlege (Geography), aid: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Linka, recall what I said before: You cannot aid here -fortunately, it doesn't matter this time.

"Nggilth-Tsa, could you please tell us about the gate and how to open it, and how to close it also?"

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Nggilth-Tsa is fidgeting ever-more vigorously on its nether portions, while its eyes are themselves becoming painful to look at and resume shifting about the room.

Somebody other than Sirlicks give me a Knowledge (Arcana) OR Sense Motive check

"If onions make you cry, what makes onions cry?"

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sense motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

SM: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

I would also accept Chuck Norris as an answer to what makes onions cry.

Knowlege (Arcana): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

Nggilth-Tsa abruptly pivots its eye-cluster in the direction of, of all people, Strafe.

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Ralzeros. He could make shapes from words and pain from
thoughts. He loved this world but was drawn to another, like
gravity. He thought Corners of Spheres could let him live in
both, invited them into his house past space. But Ralzeros
did not like the answers, left Corners of Spheres scratching
at the door. Seems the lights are listening now. Do you
devour those who hurt?
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Strafe doesn't really know how to reply. "The devouring must be consentual."

He ponders a moment. "Tell me, does this Corner of Spheres go by another name? And can you talk more of Ralzeros?"

"As well... I may have interested parties in speaking with you later. Would you be amendable to such an arrangement?"