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@mad-archmage
Pinned:
Mordenkainen, the Archmage. Affiliated with Isola Radiale, penned by Syd.
APP | STATS | THREADS | SPELL BOOK
Dungeons & Dragons
Was traveling the multiverse before it was cool.
You've probably heard about some of my spells.
Rules:
My rules the same everywhere. Be nice, and let's have fun.
Immediately, the other pulls their phone out and begins taking short-hand notes in a document to begin record-keeping. Nodding his head in understanding as he joins the mage on the bench. Very interested in the sketches of creatures that he hadn't run into himself in the city.
"She sounds like an intriguing woman, to say the least."
He tilts his head in thought on the matter. Nothing was too far-fetched a concept to grasp with how he understood life as a whole.
"It would make sense to have this place situated between where each of the individuals brought here is from. The rules of the land are very particular as well. Makes me think of my time on Amphoreus. A world created based on simple code to run instances of reality in a loop as an experiment to create an Eminator of the Aeon of Destruction."
He glances at the other scholar.
"Ah, forgive me. An Eminator or Lord Ravager is a sort of demigod where I am from. Aeons are god-like beings that represent Paths of the universe. Certain ideologies of how the world works. Those with strong wills can harness the power of Aeons through Paths. It's more complicated than that, but it is the simplest explanation."
Mordenkainen nods at the explanation. Different words, same general understanding. Paths, moralities, the axis of choice- it was all derived from the same.
"Where I'm from, your Paths seem related to the Axis of Choice within the cosmos. Very planes of existence dedicated to ideologies, along with elemental planes."
"Usually wizards, sorcerors, or any other caster can access these magicks. But the planes bleed through to the Material world, and leave impressions behind. Some people are born of those impressions."
From the Feast Staff:
You have been designated the 10 of Hearts as your bidding card. (To bid on an object, DM @lanshiang with your bid and your card.Here is the list of artwork and current bidders.)
Enjoy your Feast.
The end of year has arrived sooner than anticipated. Time was always something reliant on perceptions, despite being an observable force.
Mordenkainen tucked away his journals and notes, content to leave them aside for one night of socializing and dining.
An archmage. Not a completely familiar term, but one he could figure out pretty easily just based on etymology. He was no stranger to magic or powers. Being a scion of Long had its many gifts.
"Well met."
Planes of existance was a curious statement. Spirale itself had proven the concept to him. There were people here who were from places not even he had seen a record of in the Express's vast record of his own universe. This archmage seemed to know more despite this.
"It's not an understatement that you have my interest thoroughly piqued. There is definitely a benefit from putting together two like-minded individuals. Consider us colleagues. I'll gladly tell you what I know of my own world and what I have observed about this place."
"Well met, indeed," the archmage returned.
Mordenkainen gestured to a bench nearby, somewhere more comfortable to sit for what would prove to be a lengthy conversation by his reckoning. He pulled out a thick leather tome, and a much more modern pen, untying the leather laces that held the covers over the sheets.
He opened up the book to show various sketches and rudimentary paintings of the creatures from Spirale he'd done- animals with objects in place of heads, and portraits of people from across the multiverse.
"It is by my reckoning that we currently inhabit a demiplane- that is, a plane of existence that exists between other planes and is limited in its size. I know of a few demiplanes that act as junctions between worlds and planes were all manner of beings cohabitate that usually wouldn't."
He flips a page, "Sigil comes to mind- the City of Doors. It proclaimed itself to be the center of the known multiverse- a claim that goes undisputed, mostly to the nature of how worlds converge there, as well as the Lady of Pain herself that runs it. No one aims to be flayed alive for displeasing her... or trying too hard to please her for that matter."
His aqua-colored eyes find interest in the garb of a slightly older looking man. Pleased to find another intellectual amongst the inhabitants of the city. Not that he hadn't had plenty of pleasant conversations. The search for knowledge had started to itch underneath his skin.
"I am an archivist. You heard right. And your offer is definitely one I would be inclined to accept. Though, it would only be fair to both of us for there to be proper introductions. I am Dan Heng. As for accreditations, I have documented information from a multitude of planets from where I come from. Dealt with numerous forms of data storage. You?"
"Mordenkainen," the Archmage offers in turn with a bow of his head. Dan Heng, he was called. An archivist, and one that has documented information from several planets, and 'data storage'- a term that the man found interesting. So, wherever this man had come from, they stored information much the same way as Spirale? "I am an archmage," he replies, "My area of study are the planes of existence. The worlds contained within layers of reality, and separate dimensions from our physical world."
"My interests, in short, is reality and everything contained within."
@dragon-among-stars
"I hear you're an archivist."
"Perhaps we can collaborate. I currently am undertaking a project to document this world, and everything in it."
KNOW YOURSELF: Secrets of the Tome of the Black Heart
The first catastrophically difficult adventure into the depths of Maure Castle.
Discovering secrets about the wider world and the universe it resides in.
The atrocities of humans who would bring about the end of all things in hopes of reshaping what was left.
A demon fashioned by mankind bound to a book with instructions on how to bring about this change.
Before the Balance, before the Greyhawk Wars, and even before the Circle of Eight.
Mordenkainen had delved into the treacherous depths of Maure Castle with his friends Yrag, Bigby, and Riggby. Initially just a treasure plunder and face off against a group known as the Seekers, the adventure revealed secrets about Oerth's place within the cosmos and the dangers that could assail it from any other plane. This would influence the mage's philosophy of Balance, which is where this point in time will be.
Mordenkainen opens his arms and Rixian lets himself wrap the mage in a hug that he might not normally spare for other people - there's a warm familiarity there, the contentment of finding a face one knew in a crowd, and he exhales a soft little sigh as he steps back.
"You know, I thought so too. Here I am, though." He gives a flourish to present himself before he stands upright again, straightening his clothes as Mordenkainen pulls him along to the stalls.
"I'm guessing it's something to do with the whole dungeon thing? It's definitely, uh, interesting."
He steps around someone hawking a collection of rations to fall into step at Mordenkainen's right side, tilting his head at the weapons, the equipment - it's like being back in Waterdeep's marketplace again.
"I won't say no to a meal and some gear. My stuff's gone, but it seems to be the norm here, I'm guessing?"
"Unfortunately yes," Mordenkainen answers, stepping to look for the kebab stand.
It wouldn't do to go delving on an empty stomach, and there was a lot to catch up on. He ordered a couple of skewers of roasted meat and a healthy amount of vegetables to sit with in the shade, offering one to Rixian.
"Everyone you see here has come from somewhere else," he states, gesturing to the unusual assortment of people and sentient creatures gathered in the marketplace and debating party dynamics, or interviewing hopeful additions.
"Everyone," he repeats, "There seems to be something that changes the dynamic every month somehow, someway. Last month, there was a flux of simulacrums made from the people we could have been. This month? There's this temple." He gestures to the sandstone walls, and sandy furniture beyond, "Usually, it only is accessible on a full moon- but this time, it's open. There's also a ward on it preventing entry by individuals... one must enter as a part of a group if they want to find this 'treasure'."
Mordenkainen pauses, "Now, of course, rumors of treasure are no strange thing- but you'd think that if anyone had seen the treasure, we'd be able to see back to its source, hm? I'm skeptical of a treasure- but I think that something wants to be found. Every time I research this place, I keep finding 'She will rise again', in some form."
"And," he continues, "The groups that have gone out have all reported things wildly different inside. I think there's something worth investigating, something of a planar nature. I was wondering if you'd be amicable to joining me on this research expedition."
”Yes. Go get them. You know better than I do what we need for this schematic.”
She left the wine glass and her notes behind to go and find some of the grease pencils her contracting team were using to mark cuts in the window panes. The unintentional recess was a good time to pre-consider her options when it came to this game. Dwarves were a perfect piece for battlefield control, but she had to be mindful of Dragons if that was an actual scenario they ended up in.
With the way he played chess, she imagined that Mordenkainen had a particular eye for detail when it came to Dragonchess. He would be a much tougher opponent in an arena that he had more experience in. She expected to lose the first match, and could come back with a better assessment of his style of play, and how to play in general.
When she returned, it was with some small wooden blocks to use for propping up the “Air” and “Land” boards, and two grease pencils to mark the dimensions of the game.
“To answer your previous question: No, I don’t have any questions yet. Playing a game is gonna answer most of my questions. So? Let’s play a practice game.”
"I thought as much," he says, "It's one of those games where the 'playing' is much more rewarding for learning than simply reviewing rules and instructions." The mage lays out the glass and borrows some of the grease pencils to start drawing out the twelve by eight squares and labeling the letters and numbers. For the 'black' squares, he makes cross-hatching to save time while remaining neat enough to be legible. Dragonchess was a difficult game to grasp just by instruction alone. It did take seeing how pieces moved in space to be able to comprehend the options that were available- but it also required having access to the very intricate board and pieces.
"I think my favorite example of a Dragon Chess board I've seen had incorporated several different materials in the base. Of course for the Underground, there were onyx and white quartz making up the squares and the pieces, but the land had squares that were glass blown with sculpted flowers and grasses, and the Sky board had abalone squares with mother of pearl inlay."
He stacks the boards on the blocks provided, "My own set was a collaborative work between myself and a few other wizard friends. Stone, wood, and glass." Boards balanced, he looks back to Ada with a pleased expression, "Now, all that's left is to decide which pieces represent what- I'll leave that to your preferences."
@mad-archmage !
He wasn't sure why he expected to see Mordenkainen here, but spotting the other by his bright robes lingering around the outside of the dungeons does made him break into a smile as he cups his hands around his mouth to cause his voice to carry.
"Hey! It's Mordenkainen!"
He breaks free from the crowd of people lingering around the market stalls. A dungeon calling out to adventurers appearing right before he did was sure an omen, wasn't it?
"I should have known you'd be here. It's really you, huh?"
The mage's head snaps in the direction of his name being called, hawkish gaze seeking out the familiar source. When his reddish eyes land on a tan half-elven man with medium length ruddy brown hair secured with a few braids, a few long scars on his face with leather armor donned, the severe expression broke into a wide grin.
"Rixian Zylros? Here, as I live and breathe?"
He steps forward a few long paces to greet the friend, arms open warmly.
"Whatever are you doing here? I thought you'd have been halfway through Realmspace on a Spelljammer."
Of all the familiar faces he'd left behind, Rixian wasn't one of the ones he expected to see. But was certainly one of the most welcome.
"Here-" he says, gesturing to the stalls, "-this is actually perfect timing. I need your help with something. Let me buy you some equipment and a meal, and we can have a chat."
The temperature of the air was rising rapidly, and hot, waxy fluid was sloughing off of Ada's form as she screamed in rage a name that the archmage-turned-wyrmling did not recognize.
'Derek' but directed at his corrupted self, a being of pure self-interest, dead set on inflicting as much pain as he could.
This needed to end, and quickly.
The lich hissed and crooked a finger at the Air Elemental, barking an order to attack Ada and cast her destabilizing form elsewhere.
Mordenkainen took the cue to tightly grasp the soil in his claws and leap up, barking a counter order to "Go Home" in the Auran tongue, drawing on the arcane threads that linked that creature to the Elemental Plane of Air, and presented the soil to drive back the elemental into the portal that had opened to a cloudy expanse.
The Air Elemental would trouble them no further, but the lich was starting to growl and snarl with mad desperation as the tendrils of ooze ate at the taut skin and dug into the floating platform, dragging it down under the weight, and knocking the caster off balance- dropping the bladed staff he carried stories below.
Black wisps of the arcane curled around the clawed fingers of the lich as he began to dig into Ada, in spite of the pain. Without an arcane focus or a weapon, casting the higher level spells would be a risk that could rebound- and both mages knew it.
A final, burst of energy spilled forth with the lich's mad laughter as the necrotizing energy washed over himself, and his target, tearing seams through his scant flesh, and bursting pustules out of Ada.
"Well played," he sneered, on the edge of oblivion.
She'd also said that. Well played. It was what her and her husband had always said to each other despite how grotesque the mental games got. It was an admission that each of them thought of the globe as a grand game of chess, their opponent once again the most competent and challenging player they had ever faced. Everyone on their board was a resource to use.
They would always sit down at her chessboard, play, and comment on each others' strategy. He was the weaker player, and she could never have beaten him if she wanted to use him like she did. So she beat him once, at the beginning, and then never again.
This dead thing spewing magic lashed a swell of vibrating, necrotic magic from its body before her coils tightened rapidly, and a dry crunch was the only sound between them. The lich snapped in half and parts of her fell from the suspended gravity with his destroyed corpse as she threw it to hurtle to the ground below.
The floating mass remained glued to the karst until the magic wore out, and it too plummeted into the ground. Her monsters did not stop their assault or want to get to her, either. They threw themselves off their heights, and deactivated themselves into gouts of fire.
The ground shivered with the impact of the earth and the monster stuck to it.
The mass, wounded and sluggish, didn't linger there, slowly detaching itself and filling the cracks in between the broken landscape. It still simmered with rage, but numb rage. She was so angry she was numb, and so angry and impervious, that she couldn't feel an ounce of fear.
Ada didn't want to explain anything, or linger near the utter catastrophe she'd been a part of. Instead, she slithered away, crawling slowly to the nearest drain to retreat.
While writing notes, she sketched diagrams beside them, as well as small drawings of dragons and griffins. In a two dimensional landscape, immediately the movement wouldn't make sense. In a three dimensional landscape however? The eureka moment makes her inhale and snap her fingers, the sudden understanding prompting her to begin drawing out a cube-like configuration of chess boards.
"Ah! So these boards wouldn't work for this. We would need three boards- rectangular ones, in a three dimensional configuration. Well, I have matrix material to use on a laser cutter and printer. Both will be arriving shortly. Then, I suppose I could commission a woodworker for the boards."
Her handwritten rules were for pieces, but not strategies. She would need to sit with this and practice her patterns for Dragonchess. He had more games under his belt, after all.
"I am still following. Continue on. I will create a mockup of this schematic."
It genuinely interested her in a way that very few things did, and pushed the notion she'd really not deviated from the mastery of her current game. She hadn't been challenged in chess very much either, and had grown a bit stagnant in the last few years while her global game unfolded.
"You're correct- the notations are extended into a twelve by eight configuration, and a prefix number to denote what board the position is. And many people make their own boards, or commission artisans. There are no 'standard' sets, just rules."
He scans around the construction, and spots discarded panes of cut glass, and gestures to them, "We could mark out the boards on a few of those, and set them up on a stand for now, if you wanted to try to develop a few strategies today."
It would be her choice.
He takes another sip of wine and sets his glass down to tackle the last remaining board and pieces. "The subterranean," he starts, "is composed of six Dwarves, two Basilisks, and an Elemental."
"Dwarves move one step forward, or sideways, and can capture diagonally on their own board, and can capture directly above them on the Land level, and can only move down below to the underground again after."
"The Basilisks," he continues, "may never leave the Underground. It may move and capture one step straight forward, or diagonally forward, and move without capture one step back. The special capability it has is that it "freezes" pieces into place that are directly above it, and those may not move until the Basilisk has moved, or are captured." "And finally, the Elemental. It can move and capture one or two steps orthogonally in the Underground, or move one step diagonally without capturing. It may capture on the Land by moving one step orthogonally in the underground, and then one step straight upward to the Land. It can move and capture back down much the reverse way: one step straight down, and one step orthogonally."
Mordenkainen clasps his hands together, and smiles at his note-taking companion, "So, is there any other question you have?"
Dungeon Fortune Assessment:
Turquoise
Your intelligence is your greatest strength, and you are proud of that. Instead of using force, you prefer to analyze a situation in order to determine the best strategy. Whether you're a scholar investigating the dungeon or a combat pragmatist looking for the most efficient way through, you can approach the task with competence. But remember that you don't know everything. You may work best with like-minded individuals who were also given Turquoise, so long as you can keep your ego in check.
there's something very sweet about all that enthusiasm.
fiyero remembers being frustrated, back when he first arrived. he's still frustrated some days, thinking of all the things he used to be able to do. to not have any say over the powers he'd worked so hard for is an adjustment that will never sit right with him.
but mordenkainen seems thrilled at what fiyero had just called measly. mage hand and prestidigitation? such an appreciation for spells that a lot of casters regard as simple practice.
the tiefling reaches out to touch at the spectral hand, drifting his claws through violet light. his eyes twinkle with mischief.
' i used it more on the road. now that i have access to my own washrooms and a way to keep my clothes clean, it is much less needed. you've already busied yourself, then? '
the comment hadn't slipped past him. he follows it carefully, not pushing too hard, but pushing still. ' perhaps you have studies you can continue even here? such a worldly man must have an easier time settling in. '
perhaps fiyero shouldn't say it with bite, considering he'd settled in just fine. he can't help a bit of jealousy, though. his smile grows lopsided, marvelling at his own irony.
' i've never quite understood how you archmages move around so quickly. '
"Well, it's usually studies of Conjuration and Transmutation," Mordenkainen says, not catching the tiefling's meaning, "Either moving oneself through space, or transfiguring the body to move with haste."
He crooks his finger to bid the mage hand float upwards and retrieve his journal from its holster.
"There's always something to do, or study," he says, "Sometimes when going to a different plane of existence, the 'rules of magic' change, and you either adapt, or- pardon my bleakness- you die."
Spirale, compared to places like Barovia or Avernus, was downright idyllic.
"The rules of magic are governed similarly in places that are close proximity. This place is different- and yet, everyone I encounter that comes of a place of proximal familiarity is a boon. Similar experiences act as a kind of 'control group' if you will." The others that had lost their powers and came from unfamiliar places? He couldn't do much to aid them, or understand the kind of loss.
"So, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Perhaps, if I find a method of restoring connection to the Arcane, I can let you know what I find."
@chiikawaacreature
There is treasure in the depths of Mirage Keep.
Word had passed through the mouths of tavern patrons, posted on bulletins, plastered on fliers, until the allure of mystery was much too great for Mordenkainen to ignore.
The 'treasure' of the Keep was too vague to be of interest to himself, however, the research of the area yielded some finds that drew his curious mind.
For starters, the Keep was only meant to open on specific cosmological events, namely, under a full moon. However, it had opened outside of such an event...
And had bade all those that tried to enter to work in teams. Whatever barrier that had been transposed over the Keep would not let individuals enter.
So, what could be the artifact that was held within? And why now?
If the mage was to have any answer at all, he had to form a party- or at least a partnership- with any of the other would-be adventurers and tomb raiders that gathered outside the outpost.
Seeing such people gathered, looking to strangers for a chance to delve the depths... it reminded him of the old adventuring days exploring into the labyrinthine caverns of Castle Greyhawk, and foiling the Demigod Archmage's traps and wiles left behind.
And seeing such people gathered, he was reminded of how foolish most hopeful adventurers were- and it was clear that most people here would have been a liability, or would have lacked the patience the Archmage required to properly study the strange phenomena.
It's measuring adventurers and finding them wanting that suddenly his attention falls toward his feet, watching a small, white... rodent? bustling about, looking for attention and summarily being overlooked.
How curious, Mordenkainen thought.
"Hello there," he says in greeting, "Are you looking to enter the Keep as well?"
Darkness spilled over her senses, with screaming and howling that rippled her surfaces. The shadowy figures, spirits, swam around her and clawed at her, tearing a piece off of her body that formed into a towering horror of lipless mouths and teeth. It let out its own scream as it was ripped away. Zombies were flung in every direction from the force of the gale beating against them.
The parted flesh sails into the gravity-less atmosphere, finding a purpose in flattening itself and slithering through the air like a momentum-filled ribbon. It engaged the elemental fighting for its continued existence among the cloud of moist rot it was creating. Smothering seemed to be the only option, and with malign intent, the thin pancake of molten flesh cocooned around the elemental, boiling itself in the process.
As for the main mass?
She continued, undeterred at the pieces of her being whittled away. Where one of them would be siphoned off, there were thousands more damned existences ready to spill themselves forward. Eyes rose to the surface of the disturbed, suspended ball of slime, looking for the target that had vanished in a swirl of shrieks and howls.
Ah... Above her.
There wasn't a need to hold herself together when she could tear herself apart. The flesh expanded, suddenly rising as tendrils pulled themselves up, and the entire mass began to spiral skyward. It looked like a hurricane from planetary orbit, the eye of it eclipsed by the rest of the shaded storm.
You really do remind me of my husband.
And that was enough to motivate the ricocheting scream from her that built and built on layers of rage.
"Derek," hissed the omnipresent voice, as tendrils lashed around the Karst, and wrapped into the lich himself. Something changed in her movements. As boiling white hot meat, melted like wax began to wrap around him, there was an insanity that pulled itself to the front of her split consciousness. Human features, and tormented bodies multiplied in her form, and bodies upon bodies began to crawl out of her to pull at him.
The temperature of the air was rising rapidly, and hot, waxy fluid was sloughing off of Ada's form as she screamed in rage a name that the archmage-turned-wyrmling did not recognize.
'Derek' but directed at his corrupted self, a being of pure self-interest, dead set on inflicting as much pain as he could.
This needed to end, and quickly.
The lich hissed and crooked a finger at the Air Elemental, barking an order to attack Ada and cast her destabilizing form elsewhere.
Mordenkainen took the cue to tightly grasp the soil in his claws and leap up, barking a counter order to "Go Home" in the Auran tongue, drawing on the arcane threads that linked that creature to the Elemental Plane of Air, and presented the soil to drive back the elemental into the portal that had opened to a cloudy expanse.
The Air Elemental would trouble them no further, but the lich was starting to growl and snarl with mad desperation as the tendrils of ooze ate at the taut skin and dug into the floating platform, dragging it down under the weight, and knocking the caster off balance- dropping the bladed staff he carried stories below.
Black wisps of the arcane curled around the clawed fingers of the lich as he began to dig into Ada, in spite of the pain. Without an arcane focus or a weapon, casting the higher level spells would be a risk that could rebound- and both mages knew it.
A final, burst of energy spilled forth with the lich's mad laughter as the necrotizing energy washed over himself, and his target, tearing seams through his scant flesh, and bursting pustules out of Ada.
"Well played," he sneered, on the edge of oblivion.
It starts as nothing more than a rumor before posters are plastered around the wards, flyers are passed in every tavern, and word of mouth becomes impossible to ignore. Wherever you heard it from, it's the city's most popular hot topic now. In the Land of Burnt Umber, a temporary settlement has sprung up around the Mirage Keep. Merchants, treasure hunters, bounty hunters, and even hopefuls in search of fame and fortune have come for one reason: to claim the treasure that supposedly sits at its peak. While rumors have long circulated that the keep can only be accessed on the night of a full moon, it, for now, sits stationary deep in the desert.
Many speak of the call coming to them in the form of a dream, while others claim to have heard a voice leading them to its entrance. Whatever the case, the task is clear. However, reaching the treasure proves to be a not-so-simple task for those who are brave enough to enter. Those who try to go alone find that they're unable to enter at all, an invisible force field barring them from entrance entirely.
A voice rings in their mind, though, with simple instructions: Only by working together can you discover what lies inside.
When done as instructed, anyone who follows the above directions may enter but find themselves unable to leave until either the completion of exploration or an untimely death from one of the many rooms they'll find themselves in. Though some who are familiar with the keep may find that some of the interior has much changed…
Drastically.
While the ground floor remains largely the same--an extravagant sitting room--the door at the far back leading to the upper floors now serves as a gateway to what can be aptly described as small pocket dimensions. When the door is opened, simply closing and shutting it won't change anything; you have to find your way to the next door to move forward. Each room is vastly different from the other, some leading to simple places you can walk through with relative ease, while others involve either fighting or solving your way out.
Whether or not your adventure will be an easy one is a simple matter of luck.
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HERE'S THE BREAKDOWN:
A temporary encampment has settled around the Mirage Keep in Umber, for the sole purpose of helping the ongoing expeditions inside. People want to find the treasure and need the support to do so, so everyone's doing their part in hopes of a cut of the profit if it's found!
Merchant stalls, shops, campfires, restaurants, and bars are around to help people mingle with potential companions and stock up on some general adventuring supplies (swords, shields, staffs) before venturing in.
The Keep itself, while usually nothing but a large sand castle, has warped into a dungeon through some unknown means. Exploring by yourself is a no-go; you need a team to be able to go inside.
DUNGEON? HOW DOES IT WORK?
You cannot enter the dungeon by yourself. You must enter with at least one other person, but no more than four. Any attempts to enter by yourself will just result in you being blocked by an invisible force field.
When you enter the front door, the ground floor will always be the same: an extravagant sitting room where all furniture is made entirely of sand. It's the door at the back that leads to the real fun! As soon as you open it and step through, you'll be transported to another room.
Your adventure will always consist of five rooms, not including the ground floor and summit.
You have the option to use this picker wheel up to five times to select rooms or manually choose which rooms you want included in your adventure. We recommend leaving it entirely to chance for the best writing experience!
You can roll the same room multiple times!
You can find a list of rooms available to you here.
Whether you reach the peak or not is entirely up to you. We also encourage multiple runs!
If you die in the dungeon, you die in real life, you will linger as a ghost. You will be able to speak with team members, but you will be unable to use any items or touch any objects. Once your team leaves the dungeon, you will return to your body, as if you never died in the first place.
If all team members die in the dungeon, they will be immediately expelled, and the run will be over. You may try again, though!
All items gained inside the dungeon will not work outside of it, but they may be kept in your possession regardless.
Powers will not be fully unlocked for this event. Your current caps apply.
HOW DO TEAMS WORK?
Ideally, we'd like people to form entirely random teams of characters/people they've either never interacted with before or interacted with only sparingly (about one or two times). If you do this, you (meaning everyone on the team) will each receive an extra 50 stars. This only applies to the first run you do for the event. It will not count for any teams created afterward.
You can form a team consisting of friends, but you won't get the above reward.
Consider creating a more curated ad when forming a team! What sorts of teammates is your character (or you yourself) looking for? Do they want characters with powers? Are they okay with non-combative people? Are all sorts of personalities okay? Does pacing matter? Phrase it like a sort of wanted ad!
After forming your team (and maybe choosing a team name), create a custom banner to receive another 50 stars for showing team spirit! This only applies to one team per character.
We encourage preliminary threads; get to know your teammates before you explore the dungeon with them! There are a couple of outside bars and restaurants where they can take place.
All extra star incentives will be done on an honor system. You do not need to submit proof. We trust our members to follow the guidelines listed to receive them.
This event will run from August 29th to September 19th, 11:59:59PM EST.
