Eberk sits on the floor and begins muttering a prayer to himself. Casting Detect Magic.
Eberks casting of detect magic creates a soft glow around the painting, the food on the table, and the pantry. It appears to be from the conjuration school of magic
"Blasted wizards." Bjorn stomps up the stairs and looks around, not seeing Vars anywhere. "If you rats did this, or if you know who did, you'd better start talking now, or I'm going to tear these walls down until I find you!"
He considers whether he could actually follow through on this threat and decides that the others would probably stop him. Instead, he starts knocking heavily on the walls of the kitchen, listening for hollow spaces. He'll start by the stairs and go clockwise.
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His knocking will show the interior walls have some spaces or gaps inside, of not much width the outer walls seems to be fairly solid, or filled with some sort of insulated material
"Well, the tracks end here, the painting seems a bit off center, maybe suspicious. Any magic?" Sparhawk trying to be ready for a trap. "Lets keep together, this place seems to be full of surprises and getting separated is not a good plan." " Perhaps one of us can investigate the picture but I would suggest we tie a rope to the person. I'm happy to volunteer, or pull a person back if something happens." Sparhawk grins, as usual. Death does not really frighten him, just angry carpets.
Bjorn looks at the painting. "That's the old Hosttower, right? Before it got destroyed? How are we going to get back -- wait fifty years?"
He ties the grappling hook to his rope and tries to fix it to something sturdy, like perhaps the fireplace. "This feels like insanity. Right? This isn't normal? People don't just go into paintings."
Bjorn looks at the painting. "That's the old Hosttower, right? Before it got destroyed? How are we going to get back -- wait fifty years?"
He ties the grappling hook to his rope and tries to fix it to something sturdy, like perhaps the fireplace. "This feels like insanity. Right? This isn't normal? People don't just go into paintings."
“Frangipani, grab Bjorns rope. We got you” says Sparhawk in an almost commanding voice. She saved him earlier from an attack, he wasn’t going to let her get hurt. “Tie it to your belt”
As Frangipani moves closer to the painting, she begins to feel and smell the salt air, she can hear the crashing of the waves onto the rocks…
Bjorn could swear he saw tentacles reach from the waves in the painting and pull down one of the ships in the background. He also has the feeling that someone is watching him.
"Fascinating, a painting that whisks you away to some other place, supposedly that tower. It wouldn't surprise me if we find our missing wizard somewhere on the other side." Sorsha says to the others. "I wouldn't claim to know a lot of these things but I don't think a rope will matter with this kind of magic. We are a crew though and we don't leave crewmembers to their fate, so I would suggest we all simply follow along, the sooner the better." She adds, decicively stepping forward and touching the painting, hoping that will bring her to wherever Vars has gone, hoping he is not in trouble quite yet.
Sorsha touches the painting and the eyes on the tower light up. As the storm winds blow against her skin she feels a tingling sensation and disappears.
( I will assume you all go, unless someone says otherwise)
one by one the eyes of the tower transport you out of the house and right in front of the Arcane Tower. The view is exactly the same from this vantage point as the painting, minus the storm. What is curious is the ships from the background are actually out on the horizon.
The Tower is very busy with visitors coming and going, and a few have a startled look as you all appear out of nowhere.
"Maybe he has no intention of leaving, we start with trying to find him alright." Sorsha says, motioning for the others to follow as she walks up to the tower entrance, looking to see if there is someone to greet them.
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Eberks casting of detect magic creates a soft glow around the painting, the food on the table, and the pantry. It appears to be from the conjuration school of magic
His knocking will show the interior walls have some spaces or gaps inside, of not much width the outer walls seems to be fairly solid, or filled with some sort of insulated material
"Well, the tracks end here, the painting seems a bit off center, maybe suspicious. Any magic?" Sparhawk trying to be ready for a trap. "Lets keep together, this place seems to be full of surprises and getting separated is not a good plan." " Perhaps one of us can investigate the picture but I would suggest we tie a rope to the person. I'm happy to volunteer, or pull a person back if something happens." Sparhawk grins, as usual. Death does not really frighten him, just angry carpets.
"The painting is magical. I think it may have teleported him somewhere. I think we may have to follow."
“ wanna try the rope ties to one of us idea or should we all be in the room at the same time?” Sparhawk wonders if it’s similar to the tower magic.
Bjorn looks at the painting. "That's the old Hosttower, right? Before it got destroyed? How are we going to get back -- wait fifty years?"
He ties the grappling hook to his rope and tries to fix it to something sturdy, like perhaps the fireplace. "This feels like insanity. Right? This isn't normal? People don't just go into paintings."
Frangipani heads straight towards the painting with an eager grin...
Actually it is the current tower
[Ah, well in that case, it's totally normal. Lol]
Bjorn looks on in equal parts horror and fascination at what might happen to Frangipani.
“Frangipani, grab Bjorns rope. We got you” says Sparhawk in an almost commanding voice. She saved him earlier from an attack, he wasn’t going to let her get hurt. “Tie it to your belt”
With a nonchalant shrug Frangipani looped the rope around her chest and tied a solid bowline into it.
As Frangipani moves closer to the painting, she begins to feel and smell the salt air, she can hear the crashing of the waves onto the rocks…
Bjorn could swear he saw tentacles reach from the waves in the painting and pull down one of the ships in the background. He also has the feeling that someone is watching him.
" Home?"
What do you do?
"Fascinating, a painting that whisks you away to some other place, supposedly that tower. It wouldn't surprise me if we find our missing wizard somewhere on the other side." Sorsha says to the others. "I wouldn't claim to know a lot of these things but I don't think a rope will matter with this kind of magic. We are a crew though and we don't leave crewmembers to their fate, so I would suggest we all simply follow along, the sooner the better." She adds, decicively stepping forward and touching the painting, hoping that will bring her to wherever Vars has gone, hoping he is not in trouble quite yet.
“Agreed”, says Sparhawk staying near the others.
“Agreed, we stick together.”
Sorsha touches the painting and the eyes on the tower light up. As the storm winds blow against her skin she feels a tingling sensation and disappears.
( I will assume you all go, unless someone says otherwise)
one by one the eyes of the tower transport you out of the house and right in front of the Arcane Tower. The view is exactly the same from this vantage point as the painting, minus the storm. What is curious is the ships from the background are actually out on the horizon.
The Tower is very busy with visitors coming and going, and a few have a startled look as you all appear out of nowhere.
"Need I remind you all that Abernath, a quite powerful wizard, couldn't find a way out of--"
But it's too late.
"Maybe he has no intention of leaving, we start with trying to find him alright." Sorsha says, motioning for the others to follow as she walks up to the tower entrance, looking to see if there is someone to greet them.