Winter could feel himself slipping and soon found himself sliding to the back of the room. Luckily for him the door was now closed and the wall was solid, so the only place he had to go was up, back towards the clock and exit.
Langdon on the other hand had gained a firm grip on the hold he had made, finding himself halfway between the back of the room and the clock.
Langdon can easily maintain his grip while using his other hand and feet for stuff, just to make that clear.
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Terror reigns as Winter disappears and Langdon holds his breath waiting for an ugly noise. When none come he opens and eye and looks down the room. Ugh gravity.
"You alright?" The Moros asks the obvious and probably stupid question. Then notices that he's holding on by one hand and tries to lay into the floor-wall.
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"I'm alright", he says, his voice coming from the back of the room, "what about you?", then after having cleared his throat, "we managed to stop the mechanism. Pointless though, unless we want to exit the room or examine the clock, we're eventually going through that door", he motions toward the shut down gate.
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"..good good." Thrown off Langdon takes a moment to work out more than reaction. "I'm ok for now. This is starting to burn a bit." Fingers flex ever so slightly in the hold Langdon made. "Actually...one moment." With that the Moros begins to chant. Alone, in a room with another mage he doesn't bother to hide it or keep it quiet. Mana seeps from the Mystagogue as an imago forms to turn the rest of the "wall" into something you can climb.
Plastic2 dox=fail, casting to affect 80 cubic yards = 5 suxx
Matter easily bent to Langdon's will, with no resistance from the Abyss. What was once a slick and slippery slope was now a slipper wall of clay. But despite the lack of friction the mages could easily form footholds and grips that could allow them to ascend the slope at a slow but steady pace. Once they passed the clock the feeling of ice disappeared and the hallway returned to its appropriate grade. They had returned to a simple level hallway, with a clock and an open door.
I invited Galatea to join this thread if they were so included, so keep that in mind, but proceed as needed.
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This old master played too many games. It was clear that the challenges were stacked in a way that no single person could complete them without outside assistance. Luckily, they had the cleverness of bringing backup.
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"Well...that was something." Dispassion at first which flows into awe. "So the clocks the answer to this room or was the floor..wall..the challenge you think?" Then Langdon actually looks.
"Wait...that was the challenge? No..." Cautiously, Langdon approaches the open door.
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He shakes his head. The pulse in his jaw is the only remnant of his adrenaline fueled reaction. "I think that was just an appetizer"
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To solve the two room problem we're going to retcon that Galatea followed Winter and Langdon through the door and is with them now at the entrance to the new room.
As Langdon reached the end of the hallway he could see that through the doorway was an altogether stranger sight then what the mages had just seen. The room looked like a large open field, complete with thick real grass and what appeared to be the sky above and around them, or at least an illusion of it. About 20 feet away stood a large oak tree with a picnic table large enough for six people underneath it. Sitting at the table, facing the three mages, was Jasper, a smile on his face.
You can take this opportunity to do anything you want before talking to Jasper.
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