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Post by Arikarka on Mar 6, 2019 20:57:31 GMT
((Because of Moral's soon upcoming travel, 36 hours of plane travel Mon-Tues, the duration of this will be allowed to go beyond March 14th, no later than the end of the 17th))Susie was bored. Dressed in her own self designed uniform of a purple knee-length dress with a little frill underneath to help poof it out, slightly heeled boots, and a tall witch's hat pushed back on her head so the brown of her bangs are on prominent display. It wasn't wrinkled, surprisingly, but that was most likely due to the fact there was magic keeping her outfit clean and pressed than to her own motivation to keep her belongings nice. It was a spring afternoon, a usual day with its usual weather, and Susie had "helped" only one customer. Groaning in teenage moodiness she tilted her head to rest in her folded arms and looked towards her sign. A purple mage hand flicked the board where her desired items were engraved with her illusionary script and her arcane mark. It creaked, making a loud sound before quieting as it swung back and worth to stillness. Then she did it again. And a third time, sending the sign to rock back and forth with the sole purpose to make the semi grating sound of metal screeching on metal. Was it time to die yet? Questing intro post is up moralhazard and Ossular ! Pay no heed to the scene location, you're, like, totally gonna be fine.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 7, 2019 0:17:28 GMT
“Would it help to – to mix something in the glass?” Hanthor leaned against the table next to Thea, gazing at the shattered bits of glass on the floor.
Thea groaned, massaging her temples slightly. While she was at least able to walk around today, and hadn’t thrown up in nearly a day, she was still suffering the lingering effects of her binge with Citrine. In retrospect, it hadn’t been a great day to work on the glass wind project, but she had thought, maybe, after all their conversations about magic, that she’d finally be able to make some progress.
Then, Hanthor – another Master glassblower – had been visiting the workshop, for a project his apprentice was working on with Salantham, and he and Thea had been chatting, and she’d been explaining the wind project, and he’d asked to see her process and – well –
It had gone better than her previous attempt, honestly. The first time, she hadn’t even been able to summon a wind into the glass. This time she had – and it had promptly swirled around then right out, much more powerful than Thea had anticipated, enough to blow her back and shatter the glass on the floor.
“Mix something in?” Thea asked, stepping across the room for a broom and dustpan, and sweeping up the bits of glass.
“Well – for the lightning orbs…” Hanthor was frowning, a little line etched between his eyebrows. “You don’t have this problem?”
“No,” Thea exhaled. “It feels like the glass is – well – fighting the wind, somehow. If that makes sense?”
“Yes,” Hanthor grinned. “You see – the glass has a bit of lightning in it already, don’t you think? That heat and pressure… the glass knows it. Perhaps the lightning responds to it, in its way? But wind? The wind may be more foreign to the glass. If you mix in something more familiar to the wind, then it may help. I believe wizards use different materials to invoke glass in their spells. Perhaps one of those, ground up slightly, might be of use?”
Thea blinked, slowly, setting the container of glass shards down on the counter. She grinned. “It’s an excellent idea, Hanthor. My thanks.”
They had exchange pleasantries, and Thea had left into the spring day. She wore a pair of loose gray pants with a sleeveless blue shirt tucked in at the waist, a brown belt securing them both, and although the wind raised the hairs on her arm, Thea was determined not to give in and fetch her cloak. It was sunny and beautiful; she would enjoy the feeling of the warmth against her skin.
Her headache eased almost immediately when she got outside into the fresh air. Thea made her way outside, planning to wander a bit until she found a magic shop – something big enough that they would have a bit more material, a few different components that she could try.
At least, that had been the plan. Up ahead, at a street corner, Thea could see a familiar looking green dragonhead disappearing around the corner. She hesitated, then plunged after him, changing directions and crossing the sidewalk rapidly.
“Goromitali?” Thea stopped behind the dragonborn, a wide smile on her face. It had been just a tenday since the dragonborn had prevented Marius from doing more than just gently stabbing Thea in the side. She hadn’t seen him since, although in truth she’d hoped to run into the dragonborn in the city once again. Waterdeep was a big place, after all – but not that big.
Thea would bow politely, when Goromitali turned to her. “It is a pleasure to see you again,” she smiled. “I hope you’ve been well?”
A few minutes of chatting passed, polite and a bit stilted. When Thea expressed, regretfully, that she had to continue her errand, Goromitali had offered to accompany her, and so Thea had set back off down the street.
The Little Shop of Wonders had seemed perfect, and Thea had stepped inside, Goromitali accompanying her – she thought out of curiosity? – and smiled at the grumpy-looking, dramatically-dressed girl behind the counter.
“Good afternoon!” Thea paused. “I like your hat,” she grinned, unable to help it. “I’m looking for materials for a wind spell – do you have any suggestions?” Thea stepped up to the counter, glancing down at the sign curiously.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 7, 2019 1:15:10 GMT
"So then I said to 'em go on! Go on an' get!" A human man, no more than twenty-five, with darker, dry skin and shaved hair, made a dramatic motion.
"An' that shit worked?" a half-orc, approximately the same height as the man next to him, rose an eyebrow, a low chuckle escaping from his bottom lip where his tusks protruded. "You gotta be kiddin' me."
"It did!" The human promised his companion. "Scared that big green bastard right out of the bar. Didn't even say anything back to me, either! Just took his shit and left."
"And when'd you wake up?" the sickly green humanoid with the large tusks asked, a hint of sarcasm on his voice.
"I ain't lyin'! Happened last night over at the Nymph!"
"And how tall was this guy?"
"Must've been about as tall as a goliath, maybe a couple inches more?"
"And you scared him off?"
"Straight up told him to go on an' get!!!" The man yelled at the top of his lungs, scaring a couple of older ladies that were walking in the same direction, attracting the attention of others in the area as they turned onto the High Road from Slipstone Street, going north along side the border of the Trade and Castle Wards.
"Alright, alright, just keep your voice down," the orc, awkwardly the more sensible of the two, had his friend by the shoulder. "You think we should tell the boss 'bout this fella?"
"Nah. Nothin' to really tell," the human would hush for a couple of steps. "Besides, you know how the boss don't like information he deems unimportant, and I ain't about to play fall-man in the next heist," the words were spoken a lot more quietly now, with the human leaned over toward the half-orc. "I need me a win or else the ol' lady's leaving North with the kids to go live with her mum up in Luskan."
"Damn, she'd take the kids all the way up there just to get away with you?"
"Bitch knows I don't like the cold."
"Then why'd you ever get with one of them Luskan ladies?"
"I like the way they're built. She got a perfect mouth on her, too," the human laughed, shoving into his compatriot with an elbow as the tusked humanoid rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. You want a drink?"
"You offerin'?"
"Yeah. Gotta celebrate you finally growing a pair of balls somehow, right?"
"Now I'm takin' that drink just to make you spend more dragons on me."
"Goromitali?" A familiar voice called out to him as he stopped, watching the two men step into a tavern- the Wyrmbones Inn- before losing sight of them. The dragonborn had been following the two men, staying about thirty feet back, and while they weren't aware of his presence, with this many people around the area, Goromitali couldn't be hidden from everyone at every angle. Even he wasn't that stealthy.
The dragonborn would turn to the voice as Thea approached him, and he would watch her bow, answering with one of his own. "It is a pleasure to see you again as well, Master Thea Baring," Goromitali's voice was like a low thunder, but noticeably less accented than the last time they had seen each other, with the starting consonants of words coming off way less harshly.
He had been working on his Common a little bit. "I have been well. I hope you have been, too?"
A few moments, with Goromitali remembering the name of the tavern and committing it to memory as a place he would investigate to his own personal ends later, at night, when the ambience was less lively and more suited to his own abilities. So when Thea stated she had an errand to run, the dragonborn offered to accompany her. It would be a good experience to see more of the city, and the blue-skinned woman seemed like well enough company. She would talk, and he would listen, interjecting a question when appropriate, such as "how has Pip been?" or "no problems at the shop lately?" Other than that, the green monk was definitely more of a listener than a talker.
They ended up at the Little Shop of Wonders, and Goromitali had come in, despite stopping himself from hitting his head on the door as they entered the magic shop. He looked around quietly, and maybe because of his height, or maybe because of how perceptive he was, the monk would reach over and stop the sign with the dully glowing list, tilting his head and reading it to himself as Thea started to talk to the teenager shop-keep, reading the same sign that Goromitali had just un-pinched.
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 7, 2019 1:26:03 GMT
She was still lying there, on the cold hard ground tabletop counter, when the jingle of the door's bell rang. The sound of footsteps, one light, one heavy, was not enough to draw her head up to look across the way and greet the customers.
With a bland and underwhelming groan Susie cleared her throat and pointed absently towards one of the tables. "Table 4, barrel 7, has some leaves of the Eladrin home realm that were blessed in spring, fallen in autumn, preserved in winter, and thawed by the sun in summer." She then pointed to the impressively large glass jar shelf display. "Or you can look at the jarred contents of jars 6-2, 3-8, 2-2, or 0-3 - all glass jars contain something from either a wind elemental remains, lich dust, a captured Wish of a ….." She froze, mid sentence, when the lizard guy touched her stuff.
She closed her mouth, frowned, then as if some dark thought crossed her mind - not that she had the appearance of having such a dark thought on her mind, she smiled. "Interested?"
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Post by Ossular on Mar 7, 2019 1:54:31 GMT
"...Sssorry," Goromitali let the sign go as the large dragonborn's talon's released the sign. He didn't mean to come off as rude, merely thinking to stop the metal-on-metal grinding of the sign on the hook that was anchored to the counter top of the shop they were in. Instead, though, he went back to the sign, eyes focusing on the first bit of Draconic he had seen since he came to Waterdeep.
"Interesssted in... the sssign?" Goromitali would look down to the sign once again, actually reading it instead of admiring the language. There was a list of things that the shop was apparently offering rewards for. Hawk beak, grass pods, fire salts and antlers slowly became more interesting items, like Gnoll teeth set in jaw, werewolf tongue from an un-transformed werewolf, and graveyard dirt from under a fresh buried coffin? In Goromitali's experiences, anything dealing with a graveyard typically didn't go as expected.
"These are sssome-" Goromitali would tilt his head, reading through the list once again- "unique items. I asssume they are used for magical purpossses. What caught my eye, though, is all of the Draconic, to be honessst, but-" his chartreuse eyes would be going back and forth, talking to the teenager and the sign- "I could probably manage to bring you sssome of these from the foressst, at leassst." Antlers, the hawk beak, even the boar's blood wouldn't be too bad if he had the drop on the boar. Those things were crazy. He didn't know what the fire salts were, and he wasn't comfortable enough to dig up a freshly buried coffin, but natural ingredients? Goromitali was sure he could find well enough.
"Out of curiosssity, what would be the rewardsss for thessse?" Goromitali hadn't agreed to anything just yet, but his interest was piqued enough to inquire ways to make more money that wouldn't be too difficult for his particular skill set.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 7, 2019 2:05:49 GMT
Thea managed not to giggle at the shopgirl’s response to her compliment, although her lips twitched a little, and her hair twitched – well – a little more. Thea liked hats, but the breeze that lived in her hair generally refused to cooperate; clips, braids, buns and hats had a very, very limited window in which they could hope to be tolerated. She suspected that a hat like the one the shopgirl’s was wearing would have been blown right off.
Leaves of the Eladrin home realm, wind elemental remains, lich dust… Thea grinned, turning to the shelves. The trick would be to find something that wouldn’t give the glass a dull or dirty look; grainy would be a problem too. Ideally, something clear and very light – or something that would melt easily in the glass and incorporate. She would have to try a few different ingredients, but she thought some of them might be promising, at least visually. She would need to figure out the right timing, too - would it be better to add before the glass was melted down, or to add the ingredients to the melted glass? She thought adding it before would allow it to blend together better, but maybe that would compromise the integrity of the glass? It would take some work.
Another option would be something bigger, chunkier - to lay it in stripes into the glass, or press bits of some of the material into the glass itself. Thin translucent strips might distract from the wind inside, but - if mixing things in compromised the integrity of the glass... Thea bit at her lip, thinking.
Thea glanced back, only to see Goromitali discussing the list she’d seen attached to the counter with the shopgirl. Draconic? “The sign was in –“ Thea paused, realizing too late that a sign in Primordial was very unlikely in Waterdeep. She was so used to seeing Common that she almost hadn’t realized. A language spell? Curious, she drifted back over to the counter top.
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 7, 2019 2:28:43 GMT
"Ummm… yeah they're unique. Of course they're for crafting!"
Oh my God he wasn't a bright one was he. Stupid big folk. Ugh.
"Yeah yeah yeah, with the language thing. It's like, a guarantee so anyone can read it, s'long as they're like, smart enough to read. Someone as stupid as someone named... like.... Bomar can't read shit soooo he'd not even see pictures…" She rolled her eyes, tapped the sign with her purple mage hand again, just to create the sound again, then perked up a bit when it seemed he was honestly interested. Her mood improved greatly.
"And I'm giving out gold, discounts on magic items, some magic items themselves… you know, like, whatever I kinda feel like really depending on the quality of the items brought back, how many, etc, etc."
Really it was whatever was in the shop she was getting tired of dusting, and the coin in the till… but her Mom hadn't come home in ages soooo like…. It was fine. Totally fine.
"For example, I like, really need antlers. Big ones, smaller ones, all sorts. The ones like the moose or elk that are found in the high mountain areas. They have the biggest space for like, carving and stuff, and I need to practice on dead bone before I can work on real bone. So I can then enchant things like wand cores and stuff."
Susie turned to look back at Thea, then to Goromitali, then back and forth once more before holding up a finger as if 'wait a moment' and dashed from behind the counter to run into the back room where all the wonderous items were. Her height dropped, clearly she was standing on some sort of ledge or platform behind the counter, her little hop off the height kinda cute if you liked teenagers. The dog, Puppers, lifted his head as he heard a muffled shout from the room Susie had entered. "Puuuuuuuupperssssss Where's the fan?" Wuufing and wagging his tail he stood, stretched, and trotted after his witch.
The room was silent except for some faint huffing, the sound of boxes being opened and restocked, then a crash -I'm alright!- then finally she reemerged - hat askew and some dust and dirt on her dress. In her hands were several items, of which they got dumped on the counter. An excited buzz seemed to be over her, a great improvement from her earlier demure.
"Alright, so, here's what I can give you if you bring me things I ask for. I'll give you this, now upfront." She slid a 3 inch glass jar forward with some sort of pastel purple cream inside.
"And these? Well, you get more the more you bring me! Plus some gold, like, at least a couple hundred. Where I'm sending you? You can get the antlers, hair, and even the blood if you're lucky. But really, I want the biggest antlers you can find. I really do need to practice…"
There was a closed personal hand fan, a ceramic jug, a soft pair of boots, a few candles, and a medallion with a clawed fist on it.
"It's gonna be hard, but like, I think you can do it. Totally." She put her hands on her hips, rather proud of her quick thinking of what items to grab, and half beamed half smiled nervously at them both. These were her first people going out on an adventure to get her things, and she hoped the pile of magical items were tempting.
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Post by Ossular on Mar 7, 2019 4:29:15 GMT
Gold?
Goromitali liked gold.
There was a part of Goromitali that was, at the base of everything, a dragon in nature. The idea of bringing this items back for gold, items and discounts on future purchases seemed good to the green dragonborn. He went to inquire about what kinds of items she spoke up, but Goromitali would observe the finger and the small teenager make her way into what he assumed was the back room, a small puppy following her after called. Adorable.
"..." It was a little bit of an awkward silence as he looked down at Thea. With a shrug at some of the noises, he simply waited and stretched out his talon-like digits on his feet, clicking against the floor as they stretched, with Goromitali going forward on his feet, then backwards. The witch came back genuinely excited, carrying twp arms full of a variety of items. A glass with some kind of cream inside. Goromitali didn't touch it, instead watching each item as they came out onto the shelf. A closed hand fan. A ceramic jug. Boots (which were immediately out for the dragonborn). Candles. A medallion. The dragonborn looked over the items, pondering what they were. He personally had never been good with magic of any kind- that was always more his wife's expertise. Still, though, he looked over to Thea.
"Well, Massster Thea Baring," Goromitali would turn slightly to her. "I am tempted to take-" it was at this point Goromitali realized he had never gotten the young witch's name. Turning to the sign, the dragonborn would read the title (with a little bit of relief in his features) of the shop before continuing- "who-I-assume-to-be-Sssusie's quessst-of-sssorts. Is there any possssibility that you would be interesssted in coming on this quessst errand with me?" Goromitali didn't want to assume that Thea did or did not want to come along. He just knew that there was a better chance of two of them going and making a profit if they worked together instead of the dragonborn going by himself.
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 7, 2019 4:38:54 GMT
The teenage girl absolutely lit up when Goromitali said he could probably bring her some of what she was asking for, chattering on about the antlers she needed. Whatever they were for, it seemed like she was pretty serious about them. She vanished into the back room. Thea shifted her weight from foot to foot, clearing her throat once, and smiled at Goromitali, before glancing back around the shop. It seemed like they would go their separate ways, then – Goromitali to collect the biggest antlers he could find, and Thea back to work with her new magic ingredients. All the same, it had been nice to catch up a little, although – now that Thea thought of it, she still wasn’t sure what Goromitali had been doing in Waterdeep. She had tried to ask about him, but he had deflected with questions about Pip and the shop, her experience giving her statement to the guards, and Thea had found herself chattering a bit more than usual. Susie (that was the name on the sign, at least) dumped a bunch of stuff on the counter, a purple cream, a closed… hand fan?, a ceramic jug, some very cute looking boots, candles, and a medallion. It didn’t seem like such a great deal to Thea, but that plus gold, she supposed, wasn’t the worst idea. Dom would have loved something like – “Oh – ” Goromitali invited her to join him. But the cyclone glass was calling to Thea; she’d spent so much time lately doing things other than crafting… “It would be my pleasure,” Thea said, smiling, not letting a hint of her indecision show on her face. Goromitali had stepped in to take on a noble for no reason other than it was the right thing to do; the least she could do would be to help him find some antlers. What was it Susie had said about where she was sending them? A faint feeling of unease tickled at the back of Thea’s mind, although she felt unpleasantly committed.
"What is this?" Thea asked curiously, reaching out to take the jar of purple cream. "And - ah - where did you say we were headed?" She grinned at Susie.
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 7, 2019 4:58:46 GMT
She looked between the two debating if they wanted to join up together - she hoped they would, two meant more items being brought back. And more items meant more practice. At the question about the jar?
"Oh. That's a healing ointment. It has 5 doses, you either eat it or spread it on your injury. Makes ya feel better, and keeps you from being poisoned. Made it myself, so like, you know it's gonna be good quality. Much better than the big potion and cream shops. They do bulk processing which like, totally ruins the flavor and potency. Mine is made one at a time, so my magic really seeps in." She opened the jar and swiped a finger on the little bit that clung to the lid, and licked it off her finger. "Mmm, wine, rose, and mint. Sooo good."
Closing the item again she passed it over, letting the two fight over who'd carry it. "As for where you're going welllllll." She grinned then, a bit of a chaotic look on her face, as she once again hopped off the platform and beckoned the two to follow.
And lead them to a blank part of the wall near the fireplace.
"Ta-da!" She display showgirl style promoted the blank wall, then mage handed a piece of chalk off of the mantle, and began to draw on the wall a large rectangle. Words muttered from her lips, an unknown language, brought life to the chalk line with each inch she drew. And when the chalk hit the other side of the floorboards? A portal opened up between the chalk lines. It swirled and bristled with arcane energy, tinted purple, black, red, and white.
"Here you go! Step on through and you'll be in the mountainous wilderness range where elk, bear, boards, and even wild pigs can be found. Be careful not to swim in the hot springs you find - they're deadly and will disintegrate you before you can get out." She said that so happily it was hard to tell if she was joking or not.
"Oh! Here, take a bag with you, so you don't lose anything. I'll need it back." She mage handed a bag of holding from behind the counter, made a sort of shape design on it as if locking a portion of the bag, then handed it over. "To come back? Just shout out 'Susie Susie Susie, Hey gurl hey!' and I'll hear it and be able to portal you back home. Don't forget it!"
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Post by Ossular on Mar 7, 2019 23:58:34 GMT
As Susie closed the container of the healing ointment, Goromitali would tilt his head toward the witch. Dragging a word, at least for those that were human, meant they weren't exactly being forthcoming, but it was more of the chaotic grin she had on her face. It was strange, in a way, taking a portal to a far-away land whn Goromitali could probably just spend a couple of days walking through the woods to gather at least some of these materials. But- how she had said earlier- these items were unique.
Of course, Goromitali had been talking about some of the other items, like the grave dirt of a freshly-dug grave, but he supposed it still applied here as well. Between the general attitude and the glee she mentioned being disintegrated with volcanic hot springs, maybe Goromitali was glad that he wasn't going this alone? The dragonborn, despite the caution flags ringing in his head, would turn to Thea as he held the bag that had been mage-handed to the two of them. "Are you ready, Massster Thea Baring?" Goromitali would ask the air genasi next to him before moving toward the portal. He would remember the phrase, though he was certainly hoping that Thea would be the one to speak the phrase. That many s's in that short of a time would probably be difficult for Goromitali to speak out loud that fast.
"If you are ready, ssshall we go in at the sssame time?" the low rumble of thunder that was Goromitali's stoic voice would offer, stepping forward when Thea was ready... unless she wasn't?
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 0:21:44 GMT
“Oh, I see,” Thea grinned, picking up the jar and giving it a sniff. “It smells good,” she told Susie, smiling lightly despite the faint unease. Why did Susie think they’d need healing ointment? Had she just, you know, had it on hand? Or…
Goromitali didn’t make any effort to take the jar, and so Thea carefully tucked it into the satchel hanging across her back; she’d come out planning to shop, so at least she had a few things with her. Not, exactly, what she might have planned for, but a few months in Waterdeep had taught her not to go out without her dagger. That was something, at least.
Susie crossed the shop to draw a portal on the wall, and Thea grinned, appreciating the bit of magic; it was smoothly done, exactly the sort of thing one imagined while picturing magic portals. Susie’s warnings did not exactly inspire confidence, and Thea raised an eyebrow at Goromitali as he took the bag. She exhaled, once, long and slow, half-hoping he might change his mind at the last moment.
Thea grinned at Susie. “How long will that portal take, if we need to come back?” Boars, elk, boars, wild pigs – Thea knew enough about hunting not to take them lightly. Even wild pigs could manage a nasty clip.
Once she had her answer, Thea would turn to Goromitali, nodding once. “I’m ready,” she stood next to him at the portal and – as if on a signal, the two would step through together.
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Post by Arikarka on Mar 8, 2019 16:42:20 GMT
The two would step through the portal and emerge on a cliffside bluff overlooking an expansive forest. A sea of trees, an endless blue sky, warm air from a blazing sun. Some of the leaves were starting to turn into fire - reds, yellows, and oranges all glowing under the wind of an Indian Summer - the time that autumn was relit by the glory of summer. It was beautiful. Further out, easily seen yet miles and miles away, were rising columns of smoke… no, steam. From what appeared to be water - if the stream winding down from it was any indication. Immediately below you, down the cliffside you were deposited on, were enough rocky ledges that you could somewhat easily, if you took your time, climbing down - was part of the very forest and brush that seemed to be alive in very much the same way as a certain spitfire's wings. Okay! So checks to get started, pick what makes sense for you (you can roll multiple, there's time for multiple checks to happen while you're standing there  Survival for spotting a path down the cliff Survival for spotting any animal herds Survival for figuring out where you are Don't want to figure out a path? Roll an athletics or acrobatics to start climbing down Any suggestion for a roll you'd like, feel free to roll it. This is a very sandbox area. You have your hunting goals, how do you want to go about it? |
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Post by Ossular on Mar 8, 2019 17:57:17 GMT
Goromitali would step through the portal, his toes digging into the loose dirt at the top of an overlook. His eyes settled, and slowly took in a sea of fiery leaves and trees, accented with columns of steam that stretched like fingers into the endless, hazy blue sky that overlapped the jagged horizon. This was... a place that Goromitali had never seen, but still, it had an ambient feel to it- this place was natural, for what it was worth, but the smells on the winds were completely different. Maybe it was because they weren't near the ocean anymore?
Taking a step and crouching down, the green dragonborn leaned forward, letting his hands sift through the loose pebbles at his feet. Bringing them together, the monk would rub the dirt through his digits like chalk, getting a feel for the consistency of it. He looked down, his eyes scouting out the possible ways down the cliff they found themselves on, and some of the ways that wouldn't be so good, and he would take another deep breath. "We are nowhere near Waterdeep," he would state, stoic and blunt.
Survival for figuring out a path down the cliff:
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Survival for figuring out where they currently are:
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Perception for, well, perceiving:
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Will edit my post to reflect the rolls here in a moment.
This dice roller hates me.
"But I can't figure out where we are," Goromitali would continue. "Everything here- the rocks, the skies, the trees. They are new. I have never seen anything like them before." Goromitali would look around, taking everything in as he stood up, but all of this new experience would sink through his head slowly, taking time to process everything here before them. Pursing his lips, he would exhale through his nose. Even the air here was weird and different, and maybe it was because of the portal, but he wouldn't feel fully stable moving from the spot they were perched just yet at the top of the cliff.
"Do you see anything?" Goromitali would ask Thea as he closed his eyes and just... gave himself a minute to focus.1d20+4·1d20+4·1d20+2
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 8, 2019 18:20:49 GMT
Thea stepped through the portal with Goromitali, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment then opening them at the feeling of warm air on her face. She gasped aloud, eyes widening, surveying the gorgeous landscape before them, and taking a moment to drink the sight in deep. There – there it was! That feeling of joy upon seeing a new place, one you had never seen before, that excitement and pleasure of a totally new experience.
Thea was smiling, relaxed and happy, the total opposite of Goromitali’s stoic frown.
“No,” Thea agreed to Goromitali’s statement that they were nowhere near Waterdeep, and let out a laugh, taking a (small) step closer to the edge of the cliff. “Oh, it’s beautiful!”
((rollin’ rollin’ rollin’….))
Survival for figuring out a path down the cliff: zUa0GQzsd20+2
Survival for figuring out where they currently are: d20+2
Perception: d20+2d20+2·d20+2·d20+2
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