Module:RPG/Dungeon Crawlin' Down South As Usual.json

[   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  - along with a rather interesting-looking companion named Héloïse Masson - was traversing the merciless swamps leading up to the dungeon, to the Castle Tarjeng, where an evil necromancer is rumoured to have found refuge, carrying with himself stolen artifacts that Stephanus has been tasked with retrieving. Enlisting the aid of the beautiful Masson, the knight Stephanus Tavilrond has set out to brave these ruins, and most importantly, to brave the environment leading up to the ruins.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EAnd boy, was it terrible. The dense swamp forest they have to go through practically qualifies as a jungle, with the high density of trees and other plant life, with their feet effectively being partially submerged under water nearly constantly, with the constant sound of insects, lizards and birds not letting the duo have even one tiny fraction of a moment of silence. So far, they haven\u0026apos;t ran into any man-eating lizards or acid-spitting insects, but only time will tell!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Whew... I don\u0026apos;t know what I was expecting... but certainly not this!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Stephanus proclaimed.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T20:50:31.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638561031,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  wasn\u0026apos;t exactly sure what to expect either. The otherworldly heroine had, of course, been told of the dangers which lay ahead by the native knight when she had agreed to assist him in his quest. Most unfortunately, the young woman hadn\u0026apos;t been carrying a blade when she had been unexpectedly transported to these strange lands, which is why she has been relying on Stephanus to lead her through the dense foliage of the swampy region. Not wanting to be a liability to the knight\u0026apos;s cause, Héloïse has been keeping a close eye on the duo\u0026apos;s surroundings in order to protect against anything particularly alarming, such as sudden ambushes.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003EDespite her unfamiliarity with the area she has found herself in, she still seems to be her usual confident self. After all, the man she has been following for the past hour or so hasn\u0026apos;t shown any signs of wanting to bring any harm onto her, and he doesn\u0026apos;t seem to be lying about his intentions.\u003Cbr\u003EUpon having the sounds of nature broken by the voice of her escort, she finally speaks for the first time since entering these accursed wetlands. \u0026quot;You have not visited this area before?\u0026quot; Héloïse tilts her head to one side as she rather needlessly asks this question.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T21:11:15.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638562275,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  definitely didn\u0026apos;t want to bring any harm to Héloïse - after all, he was a man of law and light, a man sworn to serve a deity of benevolence and compassion. He lamented how the water was making its way onto his metal armour, and how his equipment is going to need some good cleaning after they\u0026apos;re done - luckily, not his sword yet. Of course his companion is not a liability! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Nope. I\u0026apos;ve been to Talon...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E referring to the village containing the tavern he picked up Héloïse at \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;... but not this forest. And definitely not that castle we\u0026apos;ll want to explore. If it even exists to begin with, that is.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said sarcastically while looking over at the map that was showing them the way. So far, no dangers. Maybe fate is saving all those dangers for when they will arrive to the dungeon?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Say, miss.... oh, I\u0026apos;m sorrry, what was thine name again, milady?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked, switching from the previously casual, colloquial vernacular to a more formal way of speaking, addressing Héloïse as a lady.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T21:16:06.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638562566,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EYears of adventuring have taught Héloïse to be skeptical of everything, though she has been doing her best to hide such skepticism. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Talon...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she muses for a moment, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Perhaps we could share a drink there one day,\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she offers, before a grimace forms on her face, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Though I\u0026apos;d rather not think about drinking at the moment, especially not while wading through these murky waters...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EDespite the absence of any notable dangers, she remains cautious and on guard. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;You have already forgotten my name?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she frowns slightly upon hearing his words, though she doesn\u0026apos;t seem particularly upset by it-- in fact, her cheeks develop a slight pinkish hue upon being referred to so formally, something she still has yet to grow accustom to. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;My name is Héloïse Masson, sir.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she replies.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T21:27:44.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638563264,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  on the other hand was skeptical of Talon. Sure, it wasn\u0026apos;t a terrible place, but his duty was to return to Grandfolk - the capital city - swiftly after the mission has been completed. More precisely, to return to that little fort near Grandfolk, which happens to be the headquarters of the order he is a member of. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d rather we return to Grandfolk as quickly as possible, after we get what we came for.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he gave a short, laconic answer, groaning in frustration about the discomfort these murky waters were causing.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh right, Lady Héloïse Masson! How could I have forgotten?! Well.... I hope thy memory is better than mine, but if not... I am Stephanus Tavilrond, at thy service.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he introduced himself, which was ironic, since at the moment, it was Héloïse who was at his service... or rather, contracted by him, with promises of shared loot, financial compensation and other potential favours later down the line.\u003Cbr\u003ETheir peace and calm was interrupted, however, by a dragonfly: a large, cat-sized insect that spits acid and eats flesh. Buzzing right towards them!\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T21:33:39.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638563619,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  doesn\u0026apos;t exactly know of many other locations in Artograch. In fact, she hasn\u0026apos;t even heard of Grandfolk, much less Artograch! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Grandfolk? Is that an individual or a location?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Héloïse ponders aloud. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Do not worry; I haven\u0026apos;t forgotten your name, Tavilrond!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she says with an amused giggle, before suddenly falling silent upon hearing a loud buzzing nearby. Wildly turning her head in every direction (likely harmlessly slapping poor Stephanus with her long hair repeatedly), she spots a rather large flying insect which she does not recognize. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s a particularly loud and large creature, Tavilrond.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she states, gesturing in its direction. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I hope it does not have its sights set on us...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T21:44:50.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638564290,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  just laughed, as his companion was comically ignorant about the geography of this world, even though, she was obviously an off-worlder from a different universe: she had the right to be ignorant! Of course, before any more laughters could be shared, they were interrupted by the buzzing of that dragonfly. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I think it does. Draw your blade - we\u0026apos;ll have to finish it, if it comes too close.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said. And he was right: the monster was in fact flying straight in their direction, prompting the knight to draw his sword. His plan is to cut the insect in half, as it comes. But Héloïse might actually beat him to that glory, or something similar, as it seems to be heading towards the softer-looking target.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T21:49:43.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638564583,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  pouts and plants her hands on her hips upon hearing his laughter. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I left my blade at home. I can still fight, however.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she states, reaching over her shoulder and drawing a large quarterstaff-- it\u0026apos;s longer than she is tall and fortunately seems quite sturdy! Noticing how the fiendish beast seems to be flying lower-- around her height-- than it normally should, she prepares for a fight! Should the foul demon approach any closer, Héloïse would leap up into the air and bring her staff down the middle of the monster\u0026apos;s head, planning to dunk it into the ground!\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T21:54:51.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638564891,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  is amazed at what exactly happens - the monster comes at Héloïse, who jumps up, and bonks it on the head with her stick! And since we\u0026apos;re talking about an insect - not even an armoured bug, just an insect with a soft and slimy body - one can easily guess what happens: it gets splattered into disgusting gibs, dying instantly, but also dirtying the clothes and armour worn by the duo, very much. Ewww!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Well, that\u0026apos;s one bugger down...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, looking at the corpse. He said, and then turned around to continue the trek towards the castle. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Imagine if we were just children playing around. That bug would have... brrrrr....\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:01:13.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638565273,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  doesn\u0026apos;t seem too fazed by what had transpired. In fact, she seems more upset about her clothes getting dirty, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Gross, it got on my outfit... I cleaned it just yesterday, too...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she laments, brushing some of the gibs out of her face, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Absolutely vile!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she states as she ensures the creature won\u0026apos;t bother them any more by tearing its wings with her staff. After returning her staff to the sling on her back, she simply walks around the corpse as her escort continues onwards. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;d prefer not to think of that,\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she shudders, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hopefully they don\u0026apos;t travel in groups.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:07:23.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638565643,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shaked his head. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think they do. I\u0026apos;m not a wildlife expert, but I think they hunt alone, and only meet to mate.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he hypothesized, while continuing their journey towards the ruins. And after maybe five-ish more minutes, there they were, seeing a castle in ruins, with a rusted gate, mold and moss everywhere. That building definitely has seen better days! \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Well, here we are.... let\u0026apos;s try to find a way in!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said. Well, the rusty gates appear to be one way in, but they\u0026apos;d need to be blown open - unfortunately, Stephanus has no explosion magic in his repertoire of spells. The windows are broken, if not nonexistent, so if the walls coud be scaled with a rope, that would be one way to get in. In fact, that\u0026apos;s the only other way to get in, from what Stephanus has seen so far. Maybe scouting around a bit for a third entrance could pay off?\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:12:03.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638565923,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  merely shrugs her shoulders upon hearing his theory, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;To me, you may as well be a wildlife expert.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she says with a soft giggle. She opens her mouth to speak upon seeing the ruined castle, though she closes it upon hearing Stephanus himself speak. Héloïse doesn\u0026apos;t even consider the possibility of using explosives upon examining the old rusted gate-- after all, the only \u0026apos;explosive\u0026apos; spell she has is more suited for sudden propulsions, not explosions. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hmm... You don\u0026apos;t suppose we could simply lift this gate up, do you?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she asks, resting her chin between a finger and a thumb as if in thought. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Perhaps there is an escape tunnel somewhere under, or an alternate exit?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:18:58.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638566338,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  took his hand onto his chin, and began thinking. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Actually, what if.... Let me just examine the height of the walls.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I could levitate up to the window, and maybe give you a bit of a lift. If you have a rope, I can pull you up. If you can jump up, I can try to catch you and get you up there...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he was planning out loud, deciding to run towards the gate from a jump start, then demonstrate his magic, by using telekinessis to make himself jump up higher, and onto the window, getting inside, only to get out. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;So, you got a rope, or wanna jump?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:23:48.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638566628,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  stops upon noticing that he has begun to formulate his own plan. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;You can levitate?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she says, her blue eyes having widened in surprise. She rubs the back of her head bashfully upon being asked if she has anything that could help, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I had no plans to visit these lands. I did not bring many utilities.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she reveals. She moves away from the gate upon noticing him rushing towards it, not wanting to get ran over or anything. Upon seeing him peek out of the window, she thinks for a moment. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t even have rope... Perhaps if I held my staff out, you could take hold of it and pull me up?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she proposes, holding her staff up high. The combined height of Héloïse and her staff would be well over eight feet or 250 cm.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:32:43.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638567163,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded. Technically, he couldn\u0026apos;t really levitate, at least not in the traditional sense - he had no special power to levitate, merely (ab)used a very versatile spell to simulate flight: telekinessis. But still, Stephanus agreed to Héloïse\u0026apos;s plan, and braced himself for an incoming staff to grab, to get a hold of. And sure enough, if Héloïse jumps up holding her staff, Stephanus grabs it, and does his best to attempt to pull it up to the window. Sure, it is going to get awkward: after all, he didn\u0026apos;t account for his partner\u0026apos;s potentially painful collission with the walls, or difficulty to really get a hold of anything while being forced to hold onto a staff that\u0026apos;s being pulled in a certain direction. Or that Stephanus might get unintentionally bonked on the head with the staff upon pulling it toward himself and walking back!\u003Cbr\u003EThe intended result is both of them getting into the castle through the window, with Héloïse most likely on top of a Stephanus bonked on the head with the staff. Eh, improvisation.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:37:37.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638567457,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EThankfully, Héloïse is a very patient woman and would give the knight all the time he needs. After a moment or two of having her staff not grabbed, she jumps up and lets out a soft gasp upon noticing that the end of her staff has been taken into his hands! Not wanting to slam against the wall, she brings out her legs and places her feet onto the wall, seemingly walking up the wall as the staff is pulled into the building.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EOnce the edge of the window is within range, she takes one hand off her staff and places it onto the edge, suddenly shouting \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Stop. This is enough.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E before elaborating, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I have one hand on the window. Do you want to continue pulling, or should I try and climb in myself?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she asks.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:42:58.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638567778,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  had to say \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;If you could, please try climbing in yourself.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, letting go of the staff, and going in to the building. He said no words, merely pulled his sword to check one of the rooms. The place they were in was like a corridor, with six doors leading to six different rooms. He checks on one of the doors, and it reads to a room containing nothing but a burned-down bedframe. Well, that room certainly has seen better days! Then he goes on to check on the opposite room, only to get attacked by a skeleton!\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:49:46.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638568186,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  feels the end of her staff held by Stephanus fall as he releases his grip, prompting her to throw her staff inside as she begins pulling herself into the window. Thankfully, she is quite athletic and able to do so with ease. Upon picking up her staff, she realizes her companion has already left to explore the fortress! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh, okay, Stephanus.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she says, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Should I just wait here for you to return? It isn\u0026apos;t wise to split up, you know!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:54:08.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638568448,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  had to bash the skeleton in with his sword to return, but he heard Héloïse loud and clear - he was less than a single meter away from her, not too much longer than a literal arm\u0026apos;s length! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh right, my bad. Just stick with me at all times.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, smiling at his companion and putting his hand onto her shoulder. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;There are four more rooms for us to explore. I have a strong feeling that they are going to be either empty, or full of worthless trash, but.... we must check them anyway, if we don\u0026apos;t want to be stabbed in the back by skeletons. So, whaddaya say, Héloïse?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked her.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T22:57:37.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638568657,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  waves to him upon spotting his arrival! She takes the smallest of steps back as he reaches a hand out to her, but does nothing to stop him from placing it on her bare shoulder. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Was there anything good in the rooms you checked?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she asks, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Perhaps I should check them as well, in case you missed anything...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I do hope the skeletons are unarmed. I say we continue! We\u0026apos;ve barely explored this place, so why would we back out now?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:01:38.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638568898,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shaked his head first, as at least one of the two rooms he checked literally contained nothing but half a millenium old burned, half-rotten wood, but then he realized. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Wait a minute! I didn\u0026apos;t even look into the room with that skeleton!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, but... that room didn\u0026apos;t have anything interesting in it either. There may be a few half-broken glass cups or rusty metal cups, but by all means, they\u0026apos;re worthless, and would only add unneeded bloat to their iniventories - especially if they don\u0026apos;t even have magical bags of holding!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;But by all means, do check them.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, smiling. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Indeed, let us continue! These little skullmen are no matches for our combined might!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:04:31.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638569071,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  shrugs once again before backing down, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose if you didn\u0026apos;t see anything in them, I\u0026apos;ll trust you.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She tilts her head upon hearing his realization, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose we should start with the room you failed to check. Or perhaps we should board it up if there are more skeletons in there.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she proposes. If he were particularly observant, he may notice that she has a pouch or two hanging off her hips. Could they be bags of holding...? She has yet to use either pouch, so who can say?\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:11:34.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638569494,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shaked his head at the last sentence. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose we ought to check the room out.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he proposed, and awaited his companion to follow him back to it, or to take the initiative and check upon it herself. And indeed, it did not contain anything of interest, unless someone has a fetish for half-broken glasses and rusty metal mugs, or if someone is really desperate for some glass or iron to melt. All in all, mostly worthless junk that isn\u0026apos;t even worth their attention.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Well.... we certainly won\u0026apos;t be making big bucks from what\u0026apos;s in this room, that\u0026apos;s for sure.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he sarcastically remarked, laughing. There were no more skeletons in it, so boarding it up won\u0026apos;t be necessary.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:15:14.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638569714,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  nods, approaching said room and knocking before entering. Upon peering inside the room and examining its contents for a few moments, she closes the door and turns back to the knight. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;There\u0026apos;s nothing worth taking,.\u003C/span\u003E she says before moving on to the next room.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:18:59.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638569939,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  accompanies the heroine to the next room, knocking in the door pre-emptively. Normally, he would say \u0026apos;Ladies first\u0026apos;, but this time, he is the one who has to go first, to expose himself to any skeletal danger which may lurk in the room. And indeed, he gets assaulted by two skeletons! He jumps back, knowing that the doorway is only wide enough for one skeleton at a time, effectively luring them into a chokepoint, where either he can pick them out one by one, or work with Héloïse to bash their heads in and bash the next one\u0026apos;s head in next!\u003Cbr\u003EEither way, these skeletons are weak and brittle, and the room they were hiding in is an old armoury room, containing rusty old swords and mostly decomposed armour. Once again, time has not been kind to the contents of the room, reducing them to glorified scrap metal, only good for being melted down.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:22:33.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638570153,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  /me\u0026apos;s eyes widen upon seeing two very rude skeletons who did not respond to the knocking on the door! Quickly realizing Stephanus\u0026apos;s strategy, she thrusts her much longer weapon past him and at the skeleton\u0026apos;s jaw, striking from below in an attempt to knock its skull right off! Should it work, she\u0026apos;d proceed to do the same to the next one. Being shorter than average seems to have been advantageous in this situation.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:26:25.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638570385,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  lets Héloïse handle the skeletors, making a rather quick work of them. He then makes a sigh of relief, and proceeds to let her into the room, following her afterwards. And indeed, the room\u0026apos;s contents were mostly worthless, unless someone really wanted to collect antique rusty, rotten swords. Everything has been in a terrible condition so far! Three rooms checked out of six so far, and nothing left to loot! Nothing, at all! Luckily for the pair, there\u0026apos;s far more to this castle than just these six rooms upstairs.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:29:39.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638570579,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  seems to be pretty interested in those rusty old blades for some reason. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh, free swords!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she declares, grabbing one and swinging it against a wall or nearby piece of furniture, and, should it survive a few strikes, bring it along with her. If it doesn\u0026apos;t survive, she\u0026apos;d simply move onto the next blade. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;As I said, I left my own sword at home.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she explains.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:31:50.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638570710,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  raises his eyebrows, as his companion seems to be pretty interested in a bunch of rusty, rotten swords that look like they can be used for anything but cutting. At this point, age has turned them into glorified clubs, more than anything. Some of them have some potential, but they\u0026apos;d require some reforging, and are anything but useful in their current condition. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I wonder what will be in the other three rooms. Surely they can\u0026apos;t be all useless trash, can they?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:33:47.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638570827,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  seems oblivious to his judging gaze. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Even if it is garbage, the inhabitants of this fortress could use it against us.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She breaks a few blades, content to either chuck what remains of them out of the window or into a corner. After finding one particularly sturdy blade, she uses it to strike other swords, strangely enough. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose we should get moving, then.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she declares after discarding a fair amount of the weapons, keeping the sturdy sword in one hand as she makes her way out of the room, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Was there any particular room you wanted to visit, or should we go into the next one?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:38:23.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638571103,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shaked his head at her question. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;No, let\u0026apos;s just move to the next one.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, as they moved for the fourth room: no skeletons. It was yet another armoury room, with almost identical content to the previous room: rotten wooden sticks, rotten armour, rotten and rusty swords, nothing useful, everything rotten, rusty, moldy and overall in a state of centuries of decay. Next!\u003Cbr\u003EThe fifth room had ONE skeleton in it, but it was completely empty! An already armed Stephanus could easily make a short work out of that one! But sadly, the room was literally empty. Well then, what of the sixth one?\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:41:27.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638571287,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  didn\u0026apos;t seem particularly interested in the next armoury, aside from digging through the piles of garbage in an attempt to find something worth taking. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;If we didn\u0026apos;t already encounter an empty room, I\u0026apos;d suggest this one to be empty.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she jokes as she begins to open the door to the sixth and final room...! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I almost feel bad for those skeletons. They weren\u0026apos;t using any armour or weapons, were they?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:44:40.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638571480,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shaked his head for the umpteenth time. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;They were completely naked. I think a few of them had swords, but they are so brittle, we broke them into dust before they even had a chance to swing them at us.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he remarked, before proceeding to check up on the last room. What a surprise - it\u0026apos;s empty! Not even a skeleton in it! What a disappointment! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Empty?! Oh, come on...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he whined to express his disappointment. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Well, that leaves us with the stairs leading down to the ground floor. I hope there\u0026apos;s more to this castle than just what we saw so far.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:47:00.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638571620,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  frowns to herself as they find yet another empty room. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;At least we had a good time coming here, so it isn\u0026apos;t all in vain.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she says with a smile, making her way to the stairs and descending them carefully. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I do wonder why those skeletons are here. Hopefully they were evil and not simply living peaceful lives here...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:50:00.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638571800,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  laughs at the idea of skeletons - undead abominations! - living peacefully anywhere. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;They were probably dead people raised by that necromancer hiding here. But we haven\u0026apos;t ran into him yet, and haven\u0026apos;t heard a living soul so far, so... I\u0026apos;m thinking he\u0026apos;ll be down there.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, referring to the fact, that they encountered a fork in their road: the stairs leading down from those six rooms led them down to the ground floor, where they find themselves facing their initial obstacle - the rusty gate -, then a door leading into a library, a door leading into a kitchen, and a door leading down, down to the actual dungeon, down underground. That is where the necromancer will be hiding, most likely.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I propose we check THAT room first...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, pointing at the door leading into the library.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:52:40.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638571960,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  simply seems confused by his laughter. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Perhaps he\u0026apos;s on vacation.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she suggests, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Maybe we could open the gate from this side when we have the chance. Though I agree, we should investigate that area.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she nods, heading towards the indicated door and attempting to open it!\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T23:56:54.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638572214,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was initially receptive to Héloïse\u0026apos;s idea, but then silently decided against it for two reasons: one, is that it would allow their enemy to escape in a pinch, and two, because his companion was already opening the library door!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd inside, they find a library room. There are no skeletons inside, but boy, plenty of perfectly intact bookshelves, all with perfectly intact books on them! Books on all subjects! Well, not all, mostly just history, religion, romantic poetry, warfare, and other not so exciting subjects, except for maybe a few books on magic, and maybe a few books on make-ups and clothing. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Whoa! Did we hit the jackpot, or what?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked, knowing full well that books can be worth a fortune!\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:02:10.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638486130,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  lets out a gasp upon seeing the vast amount of books in this room! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Amazing...!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she says, walking up to a shelf and taking out a random book, opening it up to a random page and examining the contents for a brief moment before returning it. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;We could sell these for so much money!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she smiles, turning back to face Stephanus, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Should we steal them?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:06:42.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638486402,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  makes a shrug. Stealing? He wouldn\u0026apos;t call it stealing... \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Given that their owners have been dead for over six centuries, I don\u0026apos;t see why not. But where will we store them?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked a serious question about a serious topic. He did notice the porches his new friend was carrying, but wasn\u0026apos;t sure if those were Bags of Holding. A Bag of Holding basically distorts space and time, allowing for a small porch - one that happens to be magically enchanted - to contain a large items. Or a large inventory of items. A whole library\u0026apos;s worth of books within a fist-sized porch! But are Héloïse\u0026apos;s porches Bags of Holding? That is the question!\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:09:21.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638486561,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EGiven how Héloïse\u0026apos;s expression changes to a sly, knowing grin upon hearing his question, it seems that she already has a way to transport the books! Taking one pouch off her hip, she opens it and sets it on the ground, placing the book in her hand inside of it. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;It isn\u0026apos;t infinite storage, though we should be able to carry quite a lot of items in it!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she explains with a smile, reaching for more books. She glances back to the bookshelves to get an idea of just how many books there are, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;If there are too many books, we may need to come back here...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she frowns.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:12:31.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638486751,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  looks over the books. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I say, first pick out the interesting ones, then we can come back for the rest. After all, we need space for the remainder of our loot as well.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he told Héloïse. That was the idea. Now that it was confirmed that she had Bags of Holding, everything became far less complex and more convenient: now they can more or less loot to their heart\u0026apos;s desire! Sure, not even all of this library could fill all of her enchanted porches, but Stephanus still cautioned the two of them to be conservative about the looting, and conserve space for more loot in different rooms!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd with that, he has already picked out one specific book to steal: a book on romantic poetry.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:16:11.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638486971,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  takes her sweet time in selecting a few books for her own personal use, though of course she puts a few random books into her pouch. She reassures him that she isn\u0026apos;t going to fill up her pouches with books, not yet, anyway and asks if they even have the time to be taking books. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m looking for any accurate history books, or books about the arcane arts-- magic, alchemy, wands, that sort of stuff.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she explains, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Are you looking for any particular book, Tavilrond?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she asks him, looking over her shoulder.\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:20:34.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638487234,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  shaked his head. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Besides the one I already picked out? I don\u0026apos;t think so.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said. History books were plenty - in fact, the majority of books here were history books. Accurate? Eh, so-so. History is written by the victors, and in a pre-modern world, those who wrote the history books didn\u0026apos;t shy away from letting their bias be known to all, from depicting their perfectly human enemies as half-dog half-demon beasts with horns, or treating speculation as real history. But there were quite a few books on magic, alchemy and herbalism too! Granted, most of them were mixtures of different topics as well.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;On second thought, maybe we could put away a few books on housekeeping and cooking...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:23:54.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638487434,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  keeps pretty much every arcane book for herself, making a mental note to keep an eye out on any of the book topics her companion had mentioned. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;You\u0026apos;ll have to let me borrow some of those cookbooks one day.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she says, putting one such book into her other pouch, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Remind me to give those to you later, alright?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she requests as she continues to take more books. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I should be finished in a minute or so.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:30:30.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638487830,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded without saying a word, awaiting his heroine companion to finish looting the books, refusing to move even one inch until she was finished. After all, separating is bad! Only after she was done, and ready to proceed, he would lead her into the kitchen, which, once again, had no monsters, but did contain precious silverware, chinaware and glassware, surprisingly intact for their age - there was also vintage wine, aged to the point of either turning into vinegar, or tasting like urine. Do not want! But still, more things for them to loot!\n",               "date": "2021-12-03T00:33:18.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1638487998,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EThe heroine, having finished pilfering her desired amount of books, is thus led into the kitchen by her companion. Again, the woman seems vaguely impressed by the silverware and such, though what catches her interest the most are the bottles of wine on display! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I wonder if the food and drinks here are still good.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She ponders aloud, approaching a shelf with some bottles on them and taking one, examining it in closer detail. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hmm... I can\u0026apos;t say I\u0026apos;ve seen this before.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T19:28:59.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639074539,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  can\u0026apos;t help but laugh at the suggestion of food and wine still being good! After over six centuries?! That amount of time makes corpses decompose, leaving only skeletons, if anything. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t think any of them are in a consumable state....\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he remarked - however, the bottles, if emptied, can be still sold for quite the price. In fact, if there is wine, it might still have a decent taste - if it survived and didn\u0026apos;t turn into vinegar, that is.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Maybe a collector would pay a lot for them....\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T19:32:33.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639074753,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EThe heroine has no clue of the age of this place, other than the fact that it\u0026apos;s at least \u0026apos;old.\u0026apos; After all, she hasn\u0026apos;t been in this world for very long at all! Turning back to her ally, she returns his hearty laugh with an awkward one of her own. Then, she stashes the bottle she was examining, stowing it in one of her pouches, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose we should take these too, then. If we cannot sell it, we may be able to light it on fire for a trap, provided it is flammable.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She concludes with a nod of her head, grabbing another bottle and storing it as well. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;We could always come back later-- For now, I think we should focus on the mission!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T19:38:20.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639075100,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded to her, agreeing with her decision, whether it was to continue to plunder the kitchen for valuable loot - the silverware was definitely going into their hoard! - or to leave the kitchen and focus on their mission and head for the dungeons. The earlier decision merely delays the latter anyway, and whether their dungeon-crawling gets interrupted by pludering or not, they, sooner or later, proceed down to the dungeon, where, upon walking down the stairs, they encounter a tripwire-triggered booby trap, along with four skeletons with swords heading their way!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Let\u0026apos;s force them to a chokepoint! The stairs are only wide enough for two at a time!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E the knight suggested, while being oblivious to the tripwire.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T19:40:52.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639075252,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E(Alright!)\u003C/span\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EProvided she could see the silverware, she\u0026apos;d swipe it and stash it as the two adventurers make their way closer to their goal. Her eyes widen upon noticing the approaching skeletons, then she spots the tripwire, prompting her to warn her comrade. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Don\u0026apos;t take another step, Tavilrond!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She shouts, silently gesturing at the tripwire, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;There may be a trap-- Take a few steps back!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She says.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EShould the knight heed her words, the heroine would take some random object from her pouch-- likely a book-- and throw it towards the tripwire, intending to trigger the trap remotely!\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T19:48:03.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639075683,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  immediately jumps back, knowing full well what kind of dangers the tripwire may unleash. The skeletons continued approaching, and they would have stepped over the tripwire - thus, failing to trigger the trap - if it wasn\u0026apos;t for Héloïse throwing a random object to intentionally trigger it, causing arrows to be shot towards the four skeletons, who were just close enough to the tripwire to fall victim to the trap it unleashed. Stephanus was just far away to avoid the exact same fate.\u003Cbr\u003EWith the skeletons collapsing onto the ground, Stephanus swiped his forehead. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re a lifesaver, Héloïse. I would have turned into a porcupine if not for you...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he smiled at her. At least, the road was clear to head downstairs.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T19:50:59.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639075859,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EHéloïse flinches upon hearing the sounds of arrows being fired, though she stays where she is and watches as the skeletons meet a grim demise. After determining that the skeletons have been felled, she walks up to them (after briefly checking for another trap), stopping and turning around upon hearing Stephanus\u0026apos;s voice. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh, it was nothing...!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She dismisses, smiling softly before resuming her trek. Crouching down, she begins to examine the swords held by the skeletons, again trying to determine if anything is worth taking.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EAs she does this, she voices her current and next intentions to the knight. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I\u0026apos;m wondering if these swords are any good. Once done, I\u0026apos;m going to push the book off the wire with my staff, from a safe distance, to see if the trap triggers again.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T19:56:21.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639076181,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded to Héloïse\u0026apos;s intentions, and agrees with continuing their journey - which leads them to \u003Ca href=\"https://ways-of-darkness.sonck.nl/images/d/d6/Tarjeng_Underground.png\"\u003Ea fork in the road\u003C/a\u003E, with two main directions to head towards: one direction leads to the northwest, to an old prison, while the other direction, to the south, will inevitably lead to yet another fork, towards east and west. Along the way, all the saw was mossy and moldy walls, dirty ground, rotten wood, unidentifiable rusty iron things, and occasionally a few skeletal corpse, but no undead creatures just yet.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I suggest going the northwest route... Something tells me that it\u0026apos;ll be where we want to go first.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he told her.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:01:09.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639076469,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EIf possible, Héloïse would take the arrows from the trap, proclaiming that \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Arrows are always in high demand!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She is oblivious to where these paths will lead her, though she seems to be content with following Stephanus. She is a bit surprised as he stops so he can get her thoughts on the matter of which path to take. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I suppose we should go northwest, then.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She nods in agreement, placing three arrows on the ground, pointing towards the way they came, presumably so they do not get lost down here.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:05:06.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639076706,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  continued the road to the northewest, where, much to their luck, no enemies were to be located - it was just a bunch of cells with rusty walls, a rusty key within one of the cells, held in the hand of a skeletal corpse. Stephanus looked at this with suspicion and raised eyebrows, suspecting a trap. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;A key in the hands of a corpse, which is locked within a centuries old cell. Looks rather suspicious to me.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he remarked. The rest of the area looked just as unimpressive, with most cells being empty. There was really nothing of interest here, except that one cell with the skeleton and the key. Should they dare to get the key and touch it?\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;What do you think, Héloïse? Could it be a trap?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:07:53.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639076873,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EHéloïse certainly isn\u0026apos;t upset with the lack of enemies thus far, though she does wonder if the foes are waiting in order to ambush the duo... Nevertheless, she is confident in her ability to defend the two of them! Though her suspicions were already aroused by the seemingly random key in the dead man\u0026apos;s hand, Stephanus\u0026apos;s words only further these thoughts. Walking up to the cell, she checks to see if her staff, which is 2\u0026quot; (5cm) thick, could fit between the bars. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;It certainly is odd. A prisoner locked with a key? We haven\u0026apos;t needed any keys. I think it must be bait, though I\u0026apos;m not opposed to taking it.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She reasons, before offering to take the key anyway. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I may be able to move the corpse towards us with my staff.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:13:38.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639077218,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  walks up to the corpse himself. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;There is no need to do it. I can also remove the key remotely, and...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E as he said it, he used his magic to make the key fly out of the hands of the skeleton, out of the cell, into Stephanus\u0026apos;s hand - who promptly offers the key to Héloïse. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Who knows when this may come useful. It could be the key to the gate, the one we had to circumvent by breaking through the window.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he theorized out loud. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Something tells me that our enemy is lurking out there at an other part of the dungeon....\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:16:30.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639077390,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EUpon hearing that there is apparently no need for her to act, she steps away from the cell. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I see! That must be an incredibly useful trick to have.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She gives him a nod of approval, accepting the offered key with a smile and a \u0026apos;Thank you!\u0026apos; \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Perhaps, if we find the necromancer responsible for this, we could ask!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She offers, before adding, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Though we should always be wary of advice given by an enemy.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I suggest we find him. Once he\u0026apos;s out of the picture, we can explore this place to our heart\u0026apos;s content! We could even lock him up in his own dungeon.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She suggests, walking around the prison and trying the key on all the cell doors. Oh no, she\u0026apos;s probably going to try this on every door they find from this point on...\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:20:49.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639077649,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  nodded to Héloïse\u0026apos;s plan, albeit couldn\u0026apos;t help but to snicker at her last suggestion, as their enemy will most likely either fight to the death, or attempt to escape, which is to say: if they can overpower the necromancer, he will either simply run away, or die trying. And thus, the two heroes return to the fork in the road, at which point, Stephanus suggests.... east. Should Héloïse accept this suggestion, they continue their trek on the southeastern path, which will lead them to a wine cellar - and an ambush by two skeletons, each at different sides of the door! And four more skeletons, at the ends of the room!\u003Cbr\u003EThe knight moves ahead to bash at least one skeleton\u0026apos;s skull in with the pommel of his sword, but he will still have to fight at least two more, leaving three for Héloïse!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd unfortunately, all of these skeletons are armed, carrying swords and axes.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:25:12.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639077912,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EIn response to his snicker, she offers a \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;He may be worth more alive.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Héloïse accepts Stephanus\u0026apos;s suggestion. After all, they had already explored the other routes! As the two of them enter the ambush, the heroine feels some comfort in the fact that she isn\u0026apos;t alone-- Specifically, she\u0026apos;s glad not to be alone with all these enemies! As the three skeletons approach her, the heroine shouts, addressing all of the skeletons in the room! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh no,\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she says rather sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she plants a hand on her hip, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;It would be such a shame if all these mean skeletons were to follow me as I rather slowly retreat and back myself into this corner,\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She taunts, backing away at such a speed that she would be just barely out of the skeletons reach, should they choose to follow her!\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EShe isn\u0026apos;t actually planning on abandoning the knight, however, nor is her destination a corner. Rather, she is headed towards the staircase near the now disarmed arrow-trap, planning to bottleneck her foes at that location! She keeps her eyes on her adversaries, though-- Should they not follow her, she would return to the arena as not to leave her friend to fend for himself.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:32:33.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639078353,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  quickly cuts down at least another one of the skeletons he is fighting, but not without getting slashed at his face with a rusty sword swung by a skeleton. Luckily, he doesn\u0026apos;t make the same mistake twice, and actually uses his legs to kick the skeleton carrying the axe, and stomp on it with his feet to break its skull. After that, he insists on pursuing the ones that are pursuing Héloïse, who has successfully baited them into a chokepoint, the staircase bottleneck. \u003Cbr\u003EThose skeletons are eager to fight Héloïse, almost completely ignoring a very aggressive Stephanus right behind them, bashing their skulls in with his sword\u0026apos;s pommel - naturally, he still leaves at least one skeleton for Héloïse to finish, or even more, if she was faster!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd that goes for the skeletons with the wine cellar, which in itself isn\u0026apos;t really worth investigating, consisting of barrels that have all but rotten away. And that leaves them with just one more room to explore. One last room.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;This is too easy...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he says, not even noticing the bleeding cut on his face, which he neglected to heal with his magic yet.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:37:08.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639078628,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EHéloïse can\u0026apos;t help but let out a series of giggles as she realizes her scheme had worked! The heroine has both the high ground as she is atop the staircase and she has the reach advantage, due to the length of her quarterstaff. The first skeleton to come within her attack range is met with a staff to the face, then promptly shoved down the stairs by Héloïse, likely taking out the skeleton behind it as well. Noticing that Stephanus had taken out the rest of the attackers, Héloïse descends the stairs once more. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;That\u0026apos;s all of them?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She asks, tilting her head. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;That was rather easy...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EHéloïse seems to be satisfied with the amount of treasure the two of them have stolen, and therefore does not bother to check the cellar. Besides, as she had said prior, they can always return later. As she follows the swordsman, she notices the blood on his face, prompting her to take action! Drawing her staff, she aims it at the man\u0026apos;s injured cheek, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re bleeding, stand still and let me mend it.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She states, closing her eyes and focusing on casting a healing spell.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EAlthough the young woman prefers potions over spells when it comes to healing, she was taught a few healing spells in her youth-- spells which she has remembered to this date! They aren\u0026apos;t particularly powerful, though it should work for a relatively minor injury.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:46:13.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639079173,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  smiles, and silently nods to Héloïse\u0026apos;s suggestion, letting himself to be healed by her magic. He then opened his mouth to say. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;We still have one more room to check, to the southwest. That will be the last room. I suspect our necromancer is there - if he isn\u0026apos;t, then he has already ran away from us. Which would be a real shame....\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said.\u003Cbr\u003EUpon being cured by Héloïse\u0026apos;s magic, he gives her his thanks, saying \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Thank you. You\u0026apos;re a lifesaver. Now let\u0026apos;s go kick that necromancer\u0026apos;s butt!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E. And with that, their trek continues, towards the southeast, towards the last room they have left unexplored. And boy, is it a horrifying sight!\u003Cbr\u003EThe room is full of corpses. Disgusting, overly-abused corpses with who knows what having been pierced through them. There is some sort of ritual going on, with the cloaked necromancer chanting some unintelligible text, his hands lighting up in blue as he is doing that, all while in front of some sort of jade figure. As the two of them enter, the walls seem to contract to prevent them from getting out, while skeletons begin to climb out of the ground. It has begun.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T20:50:41.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639079441,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EUsually, when Héloïse enters a room such as this, she always glances behind her to make sure the door still exists. This time, she did not. She feels sickened as she looks at the haphazardly placed corpses littering the room. Initially, she slowly moves her staff up, aiming it at the necromancer\u0026apos;s head as she prepares to cast some sort of spell. Her hopes of going unnoticed by the two fiends are shattered as she notices a few skeletons rise from the ground and glance at her.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EShe\u0026apos;s quite observant-- She takes a closer look at the enemy, trying to gauge if he has anything under his cloak, or if he\u0026apos;s reciting words from a book or a scroll instead of from his memory. She does this while focusing on her spell-- she hopes the necromancer is too distracted with his chanting to avoid her upcoming attack... That is, if she can get a clear shot on him without being distracted!\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:00:11.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639080011,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  initially focuses on beating up the skeletons, with hopes, that they\u0026apos;ll eventually run out. The necromancer appears to be chanting from a scroll, but appears to be fiercely protected by the skeletons, who will obviously protect him even at the cost of their own unlives. Sadly, for every skeleton killed by Stephanus and Héloïse, two more seem to appear, and Stephanus is quickly getting overwhelmed by the undead horde!\u003Cbr\u003EAt the same time, the necromancer continues chanting his spell. If Héloïse casts her spell, it definitely gets intercepted by a skeleton first. A second try is bound to get blocked by the necromancer casting a ward. A third try? Who knows. Either way, it seems like the conventional strategy seems to be failing the duo, who need to come up with something more clever to take down the death wizard.\u003Cbr\u003EStephanus is trying his best to beat the skeletons to a pulp, but for every one he kills, two more seem to appear. Could the best strategy be, to simply ignore the skeletons, and aim straight for the necromancer?\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:05:31.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639080331,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EThough she initially intended on trying to talk her way out of this by pretending to be lost travellers, she has the feeling that Stephanus\u0026apos;s attacking isn\u0026apos;t going to help her with that. Her blue eyes widen upon noticing the scroll in the necromancer\u0026apos;s possession, and a devious smirk forms on her face before being masked as she dons an innocent expression.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EThe skeletons don\u0026apos;t seem to be attacking her... And the crowd of undead around the necromancer gives her second thoughts about that spell... She lowers her staff and simply attempts to walk up to the necromancer, acting as though she owns the place-- as if she\u0026apos;s suppose to be here! Her hope is that the skeletons won\u0026apos;t think of her as an intruder due to the fact that \u003Ca href=\"https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RefugeInAudacity\"\u003Eshe doesn\u0026apos;t seem to be acting like one at all\u003C/a\u003E. It\u0026apos;s incredibly stupid, but it might just work...!\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EPretending to be oblivious to the fact that Stephanus is fighting what seems to be a losing battle, Héloïse gives a firm nod to one nearby non-attacking skeleton, as if to say, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Keep up the good work.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:15:59.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639080959,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was to preoccupied with trying to fend off the increasing number of skeletons to even notice what Héloïse was attempting to accomplish. She\u0026apos;s definitely a clever girl, but such a trick is definitely highly unorthodoxo. The necromancer first almost doesn\u0026apos;t even notice Héloïse, but, upon hearing her words.... He stops chanting, puts his hand onto Héloïse\u0026apos;s shoulder, and it begins to transmit shocking electricity! A thunder touch spell! How could they have not seen it?!\u003Cbr\u003EAnd now some of the skeletons turn their attention to Héloïse as well, who is most likely going to be downed by the shock spell - even if not, she\u0026apos;s still going to be treated as a hostile, and thus, not in a practically good spot. Her trick was just too good to work.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd now the necromancer has returned to chanting. Héloïse really should have attempted to use an attacking spell!\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:20:05.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639081205,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  (Nice~)\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EAs the necromancer stops chanting and places his hand on her bare shoulder, she raises her other hand in a form of greetings, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hello!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She says.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EThe next moment, she mentally curses at herself for exposing herself as the electricity courses through her body! Is this how her enemies back home felt when she used a similar spell against them? It doesn\u0026apos;t matter-- all she knows is that, ouch, it HURTS! Thankfully, her clothing, which had been enchanted so long ago to resist and absorb magical attacks, lessens the intensity of the blow. Nevertheless, she falls flat on her face after a moment or two of being electrocuted. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Owwww...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She moans, rubbing her shoulder as she tries to get back onto her feet. Sure, the attack was painful, but she isn\u0026apos;t out just yet! She\u0026apos;s a stubborn girl-- and a strong one, at that. Once she\u0026apos;s standing up again, she tries to very non-discreetly snag the scroll from the necromancer and tear it to shreds! If successful, she\u0026apos;d begin beating him with her staff.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:30:26.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639081826,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was in the process of getting exhausted and wasted by the skeletons, before Héloïse succesfully stole the scroll from the necromancer, who immediately begins to yell \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Noooooo!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E as he began randomly shooting out bolts of lightning - all targeted at Fortunatuo, none of them hitting (unless she insisted on remaining in close proximity to beat him with her staff), most of them unintentionally hitting skeletons - some of which were in the process of beating up Stephanus, who, while bloodied and tired, now manages to carve himself through the remaining skeletons, and begin charging at the necromancer....\u003Cbr\u003E... only to be shot back with the necromancer\u0026apos;s telekinesiss, and electrocuted too. Ouch. \u003Cbr\u003EHowever, this gave Héloïse and opening to once again attack the necromancer, and begin beating him with her staff. One bonk to the head is all it takes to render him unconscious.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:34:13.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639082053,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;WAH!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She shouts upon seeing the necromancer\u0026apos;s hand move towards her, prompting her to jump back and duck in an attempt to avoid the bolts. She knows what could happen if he touches her, after all...! Upon seeing Stephanus charge towards the necromancer, she charges as well, though from a different direction, in the hopes that one of them could distract him long enough for the other to get a solid strike on him! As she runs closer to the necromancer, she internally debates whether or not to warn Stephanus about the electrifying touch, though she decides not to, recalling what had happened the last time she had revealed her presence with her voice.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EOnce she\u0026apos;s within range, she simply jabs him in the back with her staff before raising it up and bringing it down on his head from behind! Even if he did fall unconscious, she wouldn\u0026apos;t notice, so she\u0026apos;d simply continue her assault as she keeps an eye open for any approaching enemies. She also watches the jade figure, wondering what purpose it serves.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:40:38.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639082438,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  quickly runs towards the downed necromancer, grabbing the jade figure almost instantly, huffing and breathing heavily, congratulating Héloïse. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Y.... you did it! We\u0026apos;ve won!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he huffed, but not so fast!\u003Cbr\u003EThe way out of the room opened up, the skeletons all collapsed, but something seemed off. Within a few seconds of Stephanus uttering those words, the duo instantly began to feel, as if some sort of earthquake has began, and it looked like the roof above their head could collapse at any time! What was going on?!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;What the hell?!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked, quickly taking Héloïse\u0026apos;s hand to drag her away from the scene, out of the room and up the stairs. It looks like the castle wants to collapse in response to their victory!\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:44:08.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639082648,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Yay, we did it!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E Héloïse smiles as she delivers one final stomp to the fallen necromancer\u0026apos;s back, noticing the skeletons falling apart around her. Had she killed him...? Shaking those thoughts from her head, her eyes widen upon realizing they\u0026apos;re in danger once again! She attempts to grab hold of the necromancer in order to carry him along, though she fails to do so as Stephanus begins taking her out of the room, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;W-wait, do we take the enemy with us?!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She asks, hesitating before following Stephanus out of the room!\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:48:02.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639082882,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  may have been a heroic man with upright morals, and full respect for the law, he wasn\u0026apos;t going to risk his life trying to take his undead-loving enemy out of a collapsing castle. Especially not if his mission was also to assassinate said enemy. So he said \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;There is no time! If we try to drag his body, the whole castle will collapse on us!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, and just as he said that, they were out of the room, and the entrance to it has collapsed, fully eliminating any chances of getting that necromancer out, who will be most likely burried alive under the falling debris, assuming that he\u0026apos;s still alive.\u003Cbr\u003EAnd with that, they were getting to the stairs, up the stairs, and up to the gate, which they failed to get out from - Stephanus suddenly realizing that it\u0026apos;s locked!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Damnit, it\u0026apos;s locked! We\u0026apos;re gonna be burried!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, having forgotten about the key that he gave to Héloïse - the key, that will most likely open the gate and allow them to escape.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:51:38.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639083098,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EHéloïse lets out a sad \u0026apos;awww\u0026apos; upon realizing there isn\u0026apos;t any time to loot the body. He probably had something of value on him-- or at the very least, his lunch! She is a bit hungry, though she hasn\u0026apos;t realized it yet.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EAs they run, she takes the time to cast a simple haste spell on them, increasing their movement speed for, say, a few minutes! Upon arriving to the gate, she begins searching for that key she was given, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Step aside!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She commands, moving in front of the gate as she searches for a place to put the key into...! If she finds it, she\u0026apos;d attempt to use the key!\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:54:55.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639083295,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  watches while practically biting his own nails, while Héloïse is frantically looking for a hole to put the key into, but luckily, it is rather obvious. And as the gate is opened and they are allowed to get out, the falling debris burries the rest of the castle. Upon leaving the castle, and stepping on proper soil, the castle behind them simply collapses on itself, turning into a worthless rubble. Now this is the real \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Awwww\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E-worthy moment, as everything they intended to leave for later looting is now gone forever! Lucky they looted an ample amount of books, silverware, glassware and chinaware, and thus, have saved the bulk of what was of worth.\u003Cbr\u003EStill, with this stressful situation finished, the knight collapses onto the ground, breathing heavily, and almost even laughing.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hoo.... hoo.... we did it.... wow.... we did it!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E - yes, but their adventure was far from over. After all, they still had to collect the reward for the quest, and sell the loot!\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T21:58:09.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639083489,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EAs the gate opens, Héloïse is easily able to slip under it-- after all, she is quite short! Once on the other side, she grabs hold of Stephanus and begins trying to drag him through the gate, not caring if his head hits the gate due to his height-- She just wants to get him to the other side safely! Once both of them are on the other side, she lets out a sigh of relief and sits down besides the fallen knight. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;That was fun!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She says with a smile, eyes widening upon noticing his current state, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh! Did you need a moment...?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She asks, tilting her head.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T22:01:58.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639083718,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  struggles to stand up, but shakes his head at Héloïse\u0026apos;s question. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Oh no, not at all....\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E then he coughs. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Okay, maybe we do need to have a few moments of rest, before we march back to the town. Boy, was this a wild ride...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he stretched his arms. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;And to think we\u0026apos;re through the hardest part...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he remarked. Oh yeah, they are through the hardest part alright. Castle Tarjeng is no more, their enemy is most likely dead, they stole back what he has stolen, and in the process, they gathered a lot of loot that they will definitely sell for a high amount of money....\u003Cbr\u003E... except to do that - along with collecting the rewards for completing the quest - they will have to head back to Grandfolk, which must be around two days away! At least, they\u0026apos;ll have to march back to Talon for at least one night of sleep, and then continue their journey to Grandfolk. They will have to walk through that stinking swamp all over again! Ewww!\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T22:05:20.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639083920,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EShe briefly wonders if she can convince Stephanus to carry her through the swamp... As he stands up, she gestures for him to sit besides her, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Yes,\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E she nods, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;You\u0026apos;re clearly tired. Please sit!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She insists.\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003EAs opposed to Stephanus, Héloïse isn\u0026apos;t exactly in this for the money-- She loves seeing new places, it\u0026apos;s quite a shame that she was unable to spend as much time as she had hoped in that dark, dank, damp, depressing, decrepit dungeon. As she sits and looks at the rumble before her, an idea occurs to her...\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;How much do you think that gate is worth?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She asks rather innocently, tilting her head.\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T22:08:10.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639084090,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  wonders for a moment. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I don\u0026apos;t know. I\u0026apos;m not an architect, but.... Hmmm.... Maybe quite the sum.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he had to think for himself. He figured that a castle gate would sell for more than he could ever make in his entire lifetime. Truth be told, he wasn\u0026apos;t exactly in it for the money either - he\u0026apos;s a paladin, and he was tasked with the quest of killing the necromancer and retrieving the stolen artifact. The loot they managed to gather for future selling was merely a byproduct, and he wouldn\u0026apos;t have even bothered, if it wasn\u0026apos;t for the fact that Héloïse has a few bags of holding!\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;So.... got any plans after we get back and fully recoup from our adventure?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked, by \u0026apos;fully recoup\u0026apos; meaning that they have sold all the spoils of war. All, while he was sitting to rest.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T22:12:17.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639084337,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Hmm...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She thinks, resting her chin between a finger and thumb, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I am quite lost... I\u0026apos;d like to find a way back home, if at all possible.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She says, before rubbing the back of her head, \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Though if you have any more bounties you need to take on, I would not object to helping you with them.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She says with a smile!\u003C/em\u003E\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-size: medium;\"\u003E(I might have to stop soon--)\u003C/span\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T22:15:34.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639084534,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  smiled at Héloïse. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;And I\u0026apos;m going to help you. It\u0026apos;s the least I can do to repay your favour of helping me complete this quest.... though....\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he says out loud, before beginning to think to himself silently....\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003E~ .... I will miss you. You\u0026apos;re a nice, friendly fellow, and a valuable companion. It is a real shame to let go of one so talented and beautiful as you.... ~\u003C/em\u003E he thought silently, not uttering those words out loud. He wouldn\u0026apos;t dare to. But still, he decided to stand up, still smiling at Héloïse, saying.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;So... do you wanna walk, or should I carry you like a princess?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked her jokingly.\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T22:18:08.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639084688,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Héloïse Masson  \u003Cem\u003EShe seems quite surprised that he\u0026apos;s offering to help her! \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;O-oh! Thank you so much...!\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E She says with a smile, standing up along with him. She nods quickly, saying \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Please carry me. I did not like walking through that swamp.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E\u003C/em\u003E\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T22:20:07.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639084807,                "user": "Héloïse Masson"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  was originally intending it as a joke! But he now had no choice.... He decided to take Héloïse into his hand, and begin carrying her bridal-style into the swamp, onto the road that will lead them back to Talon - a journey that will take maybe an hour or two, filled with the chirping of swamp animals. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;So... it\u0026apos;s going to be quite the boring trek, if we don\u0026apos;t find anything to do on it. Can you.... hmmmm.... sing? Perhaps tell me a bit more about yourself, Héloïse?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he asked her, inquiring about how they might fill their time while on their way back to the village, where the first order of business will be to have a warm meal, followed by a change of clothes and a warm bed. Ho boy, he can\u0026apos;t wait! Too bad he\u0026apos;s separated from it by maybe two hours of walk!\n",               "date": "2021-12-09T22:22:51.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1639084971,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "Castle Tarjeng"    } ]