'A bird's eye view could give us some more information.' Mohdrak mused scratching his chin. 'But 80 feet is a tall order. I'm good but I doubt I could throw someone up there.'
The minotaur did briefly eye the gnome of the bunch but ultimately decided against it. 'The column's the only thing that sticks out so let's go check that out.'
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Cerlinde’s owl exits her pack, it is tiny- the size of a sparrow. Cerlinde closes her eyes and the owl flies up, up and swirls around to get a sense of the space and what is above.
The owl rises to a height of 100 feet. From this vantage, it can see that the nearby posts all rise to support thick square platforms. Each platform is about 120 feet on a horizontal edge (as best as you can tell through owl-eyes) and is supported from below at each corner by one of the wooden columns. In addition, the visible platforms, while appearing void of structure or occupant, have two additional posts rising another 150 feet, occupying two consecutive corners of the structure, and joined together by giant cross-pieces midway, and at the top.
(first off, I apologize that I forgot to post yesterday)
Zithers looks through his inventory, and mutters something to his tobacco tin, and then looks up at the rest. "I'm afraid I don't have much to help with the climb for the rest of you, my skill set favors more mental abilities over muscle. If the bird-linde (Cerlinde bird) decides we should all travel to the top, I can enter my sanctuary," Zithers holds up his tobacco tin "and while i don't have climbing skills of my own a little tin box is easier to throw to the top than a gnome." Zithers scratches his chin and thinks for a moment. "But if bird-linde can handle the high altitude information gathering herself, then another person and I could maybe explore the ground floor of this wannabe forest. Almost like two different teams. Other than that I'm sorry to say I can't think of much to help at the moment."
Cerlinde relays to the group what the owl has seen. “It’s almost like a giant table, with a structure above, but on such a gargantuan scale I’ve never heard of anything like it. How would one even construct such a thing I wonder? It’s far too large to have been built by giants!”. She scans the area with the owl to try to get some sense of the place they are in- is it a huge room or is it outdoors, and also to see if there are any other occupants or things of interest..
(no prob, I figured we'd give everyone a pass until Monday for that reason)
Cerlinde's realization:
As she sees the strange, enormous structures through the eyes of her familiar, everything suddenly snaps into place. The nearest platform is in reality the seat of a gargantuan chair, with the poles with the cross-pieces representing the back of the chair. from her estimation, the entire chair is 200-250 feet tall, with the platform/seat's surface around 85 feet from the (she now realizes) wooden plank flooring.
“9h my!! This is actually a humongous chair! We’ve either been transported into a land of gargantuan people- a thousand feet tall, or…. Perhaps somehow we’ve been magically shrunk down to the size of ants.” Cerlinde exclaims. “We should probably try to find some shelter or we may get stepped on, or worse.”
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Mohdrak paused to ponder what Cerline said.
'Things that big shouldn't be able to exist, let alone make chairs.'He replied. 'My money's on us being shrunk.'He scratched the top of his head. 'Which means it was less a teleportation and more a trans... transmu... transmumagi... that magic that changes stuff.'
WIth that newfound information Mohdrak looked around trying to see if he could recognise anything he saw previously in the basement, except magnified a couple of hundred times or so.
Based on this new revelation, and the knowledge that the chairs you were sitting in previously were around three and a half feet tall, you calculate that you have been shrunk to somewhere around 1/60th of your original size. A humanoid of 5 ft stature, would now be approximately one inch tall.
With this in mind, Mohdrak looks around and the poles seem to match, more or less, the configuration of chairs that were in the room, as far as he remembers. The large column in the distance is likely the pedestal that Erastus placed the various objects on before "teleporting" them.
The minotaur also notices two roughly cow-sized figures moving in quick bursts, with long pauses, towards your party from the east. They have long twitchy tails, longer than any cow's tail you've seen before, and their heads seem proportionately larger to their bodies.
“Oh no! We’ve been shrunk. I had no idea such a magic of this power was possible. I’d heard of spells that reduce size, but not of this nature. We should be ready… anything could be dangerous!” Cerlinde says
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"Pshht I already have had thousands of small jokes made at me in flame court so a shrunken gnome should be no big deal" Zithers pauses for his joke with a shaky laugh, and very visible and obvious anxiety showing on his face, (but he still absolutely refuses to admit he is scared) "Well as for danger, I'd say we need the most perceptive one on the lookout to and this party has no shortage of capable fighters so we should be ready with proper warning." He scratches his chin. "and once we have made sure there is no immediate danger we should climb back up to the machine and see if theres an off switch." Speaking of immediate danger Zithers looks around, behind his shoulder mostly, to calm his stress and make sure he didn't accidentally jinx anything by assuring their safety.
'Not for nothing, guys.' Mohdrak focused the group's attention by pointing at the horizon to the east. 'But something's coming this way.'
The minotaur slid his own shield across his left arm and gripped the morningstar from his belt. 'Be on your guard.' He looked at the others smaller than him, which by virtue of his physique was everyone else, but focused in particular on Zithers, who looked positively tiny compared to all the rest, and Cerlinde, who he knew was a wizard and probably should not be on the front line. 'And stay behind me.'
Mohdrak planted his feet and lowered his centre of gravity. Whatever was heading their way could move fast and things that could move fast had a habit of barrelling into others. He should know: he did it too.
Cerlinde positions herself safely behind Mohdrak, and readies an action to fire bolt the creatures if they should prove dangerous. She wonders what they are… they could be anything..
“ no, I do have rope, but that’s it. My owl could fly up and take a look around”.. A tiny elf owl’s head peeks from her pack.
'A bird's eye view could give us some more information.' Mohdrak mused scratching his chin. 'But 80 feet is a tall order. I'm good but I doubt I could throw someone up there.'
The minotaur did briefly eye the gnome of the bunch but ultimately decided against it. 'The column's the only thing that sticks out so let's go check that out.'
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Cerlinde’s owl exits her pack, it is tiny- the size of a sparrow. Cerlinde closes her eyes and the owl flies up, up and swirls around to get a sense of the space and what is above.
Owl perception 6
(How does Cerlinde communicate with the owl? telepathically? Does she see what it sees?)
(She can see through its senses but she is blind to her own senses when she does that).
find familiar has the limitations.
The owl rises to a height of 100 feet. From this vantage, it can see that the nearby posts all rise to support thick square platforms. Each platform is about 120 feet on a horizontal edge (as best as you can tell through owl-eyes) and is supported from below at each corner by one of the wooden columns. In addition, the visible platforms, while appearing void of structure or occupant, have two additional posts rising another 150 feet, occupying two consecutive corners of the structure, and joined together by giant cross-pieces midway, and at the top.
(first off, I apologize that I forgot to post yesterday)
Zithers looks through his inventory, and mutters something to his tobacco tin, and then looks up at the rest. "I'm afraid I don't have much to help with the climb for the rest of you, my skill set favors more mental abilities over muscle. If the bird-linde (Cerlinde bird) decides we should all travel to the top, I can enter my sanctuary," Zithers holds up his tobacco tin "and while i don't have climbing skills of my own a little tin box is easier to throw to the top than a gnome." Zithers scratches his chin and thinks for a moment. "But if bird-linde can handle the high altitude information gathering herself, then another person and I could maybe explore the ground floor of this wannabe forest. Almost like two different teams. Other than that I'm sorry to say I can't think of much to help at the moment."
Cerlinde relays to the group what the owl has seen. “It’s almost like a giant table, with a structure above, but on such a gargantuan scale I’ve never heard of anything like it. How would one even construct such a thing I wonder? It’s far too large to have been built by giants!”. She scans the area with the owl to try to get some sense of the place they are in- is it a huge room or is it outdoors, and also to see if there are any other occupants or things of interest..
(Cerlinde roll insight please)
(Sorry thanksgiving weekend family stuff)
insight- 20
(no prob, I figured we'd give everyone a pass until Monday for that reason)
Cerlinde's realization:
As she sees the strange, enormous structures through the eyes of her familiar, everything suddenly snaps into place. The nearest platform is in reality the seat of a gargantuan chair, with the poles with the cross-pieces representing the back of the chair. from her estimation, the entire chair is 200-250 feet tall, with the platform/seat's surface around 85 feet from the (she now realizes) wooden plank flooring.
“9h my!! This is actually a humongous chair! We’ve either been transported into a land of gargantuan people- a thousand feet tall, or…. Perhaps somehow we’ve been magically shrunk down to the size of ants.” Cerlinde exclaims. “We should probably try to find some shelter or we may get stepped on, or worse.”
Mohdrak paused to ponder what Cerline said.
'Things that big shouldn't be able to exist, let alone make chairs.' He replied. 'My money's on us being shrunk.' He scratched the top of his head. 'Which means it was less a teleportation and more a trans... transmu... transmumagi... that magic that changes stuff.'
WIth that newfound information Mohdrak looked around trying to see if he could recognise anything he saw previously in the basement, except magnified a couple of hundred times or so.
Perception: 18
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
"Oh, bloody hells." Amelia pinches the bridge of her nose. "Why can't anything just go normally for once?"
Based on this new revelation, and the knowledge that the chairs you were sitting in previously were around three and a half feet tall, you calculate that you have been shrunk to somewhere around 1/60th of your original size. A humanoid of 5 ft stature, would now be approximately one inch tall.
With this in mind, Mohdrak looks around and the poles seem to match, more or less, the configuration of chairs that were in the room, as far as he remembers. The large column in the distance is likely the pedestal that Erastus placed the various objects on before "teleporting" them.
The minotaur also notices two roughly cow-sized figures moving in quick bursts, with long pauses, towards your party from the east. They have long twitchy tails, longer than any cow's tail you've seen before, and their heads seem proportionately larger to their bodies.
“Oh no! We’ve been shrunk. I had no idea such a magic of this power was possible. I’d heard of spells that reduce size, but not of this nature. We should be ready… anything could be dangerous!” Cerlinde says
"Pshht I already have had thousands of small jokes made at me in flame court so a shrunken gnome should be no big deal" Zithers pauses for his joke with a shaky laugh, and very visible and obvious anxiety showing on his face, (but he still absolutely refuses to admit he is scared) "Well as for danger, I'd say we need the most perceptive one on the lookout to and this party has no shortage of capable fighters so we should be ready with proper warning." He scratches his chin. "and once we have made sure there is no immediate danger we should climb back up to the machine and see if theres an off switch." Speaking of immediate danger Zithers looks around, behind his shoulder mostly, to calm his stress and make sure he didn't accidentally jinx anything by assuring their safety.
perception: 6
'Not for nothing, guys.' Mohdrak focused the group's attention by pointing at the horizon to the east. 'But something's coming this way.'
The minotaur slid his own shield across his left arm and gripped the morningstar from his belt. 'Be on your guard.' He looked at the others smaller than him, which by virtue of his physique was everyone else, but focused in particular on Zithers, who looked positively tiny compared to all the rest, and Cerlinde, who he knew was a wizard and probably should not be on the front line. 'And stay behind me.'
Mohdrak planted his feet and lowered his centre of gravity. Whatever was heading their way could move fast and things that could move fast had a habit of barrelling into others. He should know: he did it too.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Cerlinde positions herself safely behind Mohdrak, and readies an action to fire bolt the creatures if they should prove dangerous. She wonders what they are… they could be anything..
Amelia grits her teeth and draws her shortswords, gleaming black blades that seem to fit well with her grayscale color scheme.