[Once you're finished with your purchases and free gifts, you're immediately whisked away to...
... not another labyrinth! Wow. Instead, you're in a place. I am not risking opening wiki links on my work computer so I'm counting on Alli to explain what this place is like. While it won't be familiar to most of the group and there probably aren't custom rooms for them except for Molly and... Claude? for some reason? (and the Nein), it should be something Molly knows well, so maybe he can show them around? Since you're all such good friends after killing each other's CR, you know. Either way, it's cozy and warm, away from the perils of the world.
It turns out that the entire CYOA was leading up to this moment where you just chill in this now CritRole-themed trip. Yeah!!!]
[ Everyone is joking but Molly is instantly nervous as shit for reasons indiscernible.
It is very nice in here! I assume since they are the floor where they can see the rooms, they’re standing on a balcony overlooking the extensive library with the warm hearth flickering away, and the huge bright stained glass windows that look a lot like the patterns on a certain someone’s coat (mollys, its mollys). I don’t know how much control I have right now. There may or may not be spectral cats of all shapes and sizes skittering around in a hustle and bustle every which way. The whole thing is built in round floors and the whole middle is open all the way up - oddly enough there’s no stairs. there’s 7 floors to be seen, and then it closes off like a giant camera lens. Molly is leaning over the balcony edge, looking down. ]
Don’t blame and or praise me, I don’t make this thing …
[Of course, as always, peace comes to an end. That's the joke of the situation, really. That you killed to protect others, but in the end, they're always in danger. It never ends. Maybe things will never change.
Something in their surroundings shatters, in a way that can't be described. Everything explodes into bright light, and even these four aren't safe from its reach—but they'll feel something pulling them away. It's hard to say what, but it'll almost feel like someone pulling them away to safety.
And then, it all fades.
When they wake up again, they're at the outskirts of a labyrinth: the border between their real world and the one within the dungeon. But this is familiar by now, isn't it? You've always known it would come to this again.
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Of course it wouldn't. That would be too easy, right?
[ he will pocket his necklace and figure into his sleeves. ARE THEIR CLOTHES STILL BLOODY. WHAT ARE THEY WEARING. ]
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Yeah this is important actually is his coat fixed…….. ]
Of course we’re not done! There’s always more blood to be shed amongst friends.
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Anyway, she's keeping it. Don't look at her. ]
Dunno if we can call each other friends, but sure.
Also if you just karma'd us into another labyrinth I swear to fucking God...
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... not another labyrinth! Wow. Instead, you're in a place. I am not risking opening wiki links on my work computer so I'm counting on Alli to explain what this place is like. While it won't be familiar to most of the group and there probably aren't custom rooms for them except for Molly and... Claude? for some reason? (and the Nein), it should be something Molly knows well, so maybe he can show them around? Since you're all such good friends after killing each other's CR, you know. Either way, it's cozy and warm, away from the perils of the world.
It turns out that the entire CYOA was leading up to this moment where you just chill in this now CritRole-themed trip. Yeah!!!]
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Claude just wanders over to his room. ]
This is quite the welcome Molly. I'm feeling pretty received.
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tsuru is just touching things. ]
I feel a little left out.
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It is very nice in here! I assume since they are the floor where they can see the rooms, they’re standing on a balcony overlooking the extensive library with the warm hearth flickering away, and the huge bright stained glass windows that look a lot like the patterns on a certain someone’s coat (mollys, its mollys). I don’t know how much control I have right now. There may or may not be spectral cats of all shapes and sizes skittering around in a hustle and bustle every which way. The whole thing is built in round floors and the whole middle is open all the way up - oddly enough there’s no stairs. there’s 7 floors to be seen, and then it closes off like a giant camera lens. Molly is leaning over the balcony edge, looking down. ]
Don’t blame and or praise me, I don’t make this thing …
[ he sounds. nervous. ]
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peeking over the balcony beside Molly. She is clinging to him, her new owner. ]
Why's it so big... who lives like this?
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Something in their surroundings shatters, in a way that can't be described. Everything explodes into bright light, and even these four aren't safe from its reach—but they'll feel something pulling them away. It's hard to say what, but it'll almost feel like someone pulling them away to safety.
And then, it all fades.
When they wake up again, they're at the outskirts of a labyrinth: the border between their real world and the one within the dungeon. But this is familiar by now, isn't it? You've always known it would come to this again.
Time to infiltrate.]