Fingolin looks over his shoulder as he walks to keep distance between himself and the monster, and says "You're awfully slow for a quicksand monster. The only place you're going quickly is down."
The significance of the sudden lack of occasional weasel-chatter in his head is not lost on Solomon, as a small smile crosses his face, quickly replaced by his usual stern scowl.
"I don't know what he has found, my friend, because he cannot tell me. We are not connected anymore, despite still being able to see him, which is an unusual but fortunate turn of events. I believe we have stumbled upon an opening in this plane to another, and from what we know of the nature of Cembessa, I would hazard a guess that this leads to the feywild."
Solomon pauses for a moment, studying the gateway, before turning to Fouder. "Have you ever been to a different plane of existence?"
Fingolin, Tennanaz, and Arell all eventuallyvchip away at the ooze monster until it’s just a puddle sizzling on the ground. Elyse lumps over covered in the acidic mud. “I hate this place.... Are you ready to keep moving or do you need to rest a bit.” She says with a sigh.
Fouder/Solomon: Fouder is able to recall that the barriers between the prime material plane is thinnest with the Feywild. It’s not entirely uncommon to find breeches although they don’t last long. It may be easy to travel between the planes this way, there are often adverse side effects for those not attuned to the Fey (elves)
Arell grimaces, using some simple spellweaving to help clear Elyse and himself of the mud."Depends, how much further? I'm starting to get a bid winded, but I can hold on if we're close to home." He looks around at the others, a sad smile on his face, "Wherever home is."
"I will suffer quite considerably, I'm sure. You, more mildly. This one," he gestures to the bear. "I do not know."
He looks through the portal. "But I see no point in staying here, just for the sake of staying alive. There is nothing for me here that I would wish to preserve myself for."
"I'd rather keep going, maybe have something to eat on the move."
Fingolin walks towards the place where the monsters came from to see if is anything that they couldn't digest, anything useful lying around or in the hole from which they crawled out.
Heart thrumming in his chest, Fouder immediately joins Solomon, palming his holy symbol in an attempt to keep himself grounded for whatever comes next.
Fingolin, Tennanaz, and Arell: Fingolin searches the pit to only find the dissolving bolts from Tennanaz’s crossbow. Elyse says “We are close, make sure to keep within eyesight. If anything looks weird, let me know.”
Fouder/Solomon:
Fouder Con Save: 13
Solomon Con Save: 10
You pass through the portal and with a jump adjust to the ground beneath your feet. The sky with a light purple hue. Thick plants with wide leaves surround you. The pollen thick in the air as the pungent aroma fills the back of your throat. You both begin to feel sick and vomit. But it’s quickly over. The bear is fine. The portal shimmers behind you.
Solomon raises his head as the nausea subsides, and begins to get his bearings. "Fouder, how are you faring?"
Perception: 5
As he looks around, he goes for his waterskin, taking a few large swigs as Skink's chatter comes flooding back into his head, clearly confused as to the lack of connection with his master.
Fouder rinses his mouth out quickly, washing the horrible taste of vomit away and letting his body adjust to this new plane.
"Better than expected," he says, glancing across to the bear and Skink, happy to note neither creature seems affected.
He too looks around at this new place, searching for a sign that will lead them to Cembessa. He just hopes that she will not turn them away, and that their companions have already made it there safely.
(Sorry about last post, rushed something out but was busy last night).
Fingolin, Tennanaz, Arell: You continue to walk through the forest as you begin to wind up trails leading to hills and sharp drop offs. The soft soil has transitioned to hard rocky earth that is covered by losses and worry grasses. The trees still covering the pathways but thinning slightly. You crest out of a block of trees and Elyse stops in front. “This is it, the last stretch before getting into Cembessa’s grove.” Looking before you: a narrow pass mere inches (6-10) jutting out from the cliff over looking a sheer 100 foot drop to the other side. It looks to be 70-80 feet across from your perspective. Reginald looks nervous as he continues to cradle the egg. How do you proceed?
(The cliff edge is considered rough terrain and you would require a slow pace to attempt to cross).
Solomon and Fouder. Looking around in this new world. The trees and grasses are much deeper green than the forest you were just in. Vibrant colors of flowers and fruit line the trees and bushes. Large bugs fly around the size of mice and rats. The vegetation is so thick and dense it’s hard for Solomon to focus on anything besides what’s directly in front of him. Fouder does notice a set of cloven prints walking away. They are curious as the tracks are bipedal and not from a four legged creature.
Ekkiwe appears 30 feet away onto the pass and runs across. Fingolin wants to look around through his eyes to see what awaits them on the other side. "Let me take point this time, I'm quite nimble. Any ideas how to help Reginald take the egg across more safely?"
Mouth agape at the creatures around him, Fouder marvels at this new world around him. In doing so, he notices the cloven prints. "Look," he says, pointing them out to Solomon. "I wonder what might have created steps like that...what do you think? Should we follow after them? Maybe it'll lead us to Cembessa." He looks over towards the bear, trying to keep an eye on it, concerned about how immediately paternal he is feeling.
Arell nods solemnly. With a half-grin, he holds up the broom. "I've gained some insights in using this. It's not a tool to clean house with. Rather," he says, the grin spreading, "it flies."
He lets the tip of the broom lean on the ground, holding the shaft with only two fingers. "Orta." The elven command word leaves his lips, and instantly the broom responds. The twigs that make up the tip shudder and shake, rustling against eachother eagerly as it lifts off the ground.
He swings his leg over it, gripping the broom tight as he slowly hovers a few inches above the ground.
Solomon drops to his knees beside the tracks, tracing the outline of them with a finger, before rising to his feet and swatting at a large insect curious enough to venture too close for comfort.
“I do not know what manner of beast created these, but I am willing to follow them. It gives us a purpose, rather than stumbling blindly through this place. Be on your guard though, if the insects are this large...”
Solomon trails off, concerned at the thought of meeting a bear larger than their newest companion’s mother.
Fingolin looks over his shoulder as he walks to keep distance between himself and the monster, and says "You're awfully slow for a quicksand monster. The only place you're going quickly is down."
Mechanics
Moving away from monster.
Action: Vicious Mockery Wis15 or damage 3
The significance of the sudden lack of occasional weasel-chatter in his head is not lost on Solomon, as a small smile crosses his face, quickly replaced by his usual stern scowl.
"I don't know what he has found, my friend, because he cannot tell me. We are not connected anymore, despite still being able to see him, which is an unusual but fortunate turn of events. I believe we have stumbled upon an opening in this plane to another, and from what we know of the nature of Cembessa, I would hazard a guess that this leads to the feywild."
Solomon pauses for a moment, studying the gateway, before turning to Fouder. "Have you ever been to a different plane of existence?"
Fouder shakes his head, looking concerned. "I have not," he says. "I'm trying to recall if I've heard anything. Maybe in my training..."
Arcana: 20
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Quicksand monster Wisdom Save: 18
(Expediting combat for times sake.)
Fingolin, Tennanaz, and Arell all eventuallyvchip away at the ooze monster until it’s just a puddle sizzling on the ground. Elyse lumps over covered in the acidic mud. “I hate this place.... Are you ready to keep moving or do you need to rest a bit.” She says with a sigh.
Fouder/Solomon: Fouder is able to recall that the barriers between the prime material plane is thinnest with the Feywild. It’s not entirely uncommon to find breeches although they don’t last long. It may be easy to travel between the planes this way, there are often adverse side effects for those not attuned to the Fey (elves)
Arell grimaces, using some simple spellweaving to help clear Elyse and himself of the mud. "Depends, how much further? I'm starting to get a bid winded, but I can hold on if we're close to home." He looks around at the others, a sad smile on his face, "Wherever home is."
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Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Fouder conveys this information to Solomon.
"I will suffer quite considerably, I'm sure. You, more mildly. This one," he gestures to the bear. "I do not know."
He looks through the portal. "But I see no point in staying here, just for the sake of staying alive. There is nothing for me here that I would wish to preserve myself for."
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Tibern recovers any of his bolts if he can, putting his crossbow away as he does so. "We need to get to something resembling a safe place."
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"I'd rather keep going, maybe have something to eat on the move."
Fingolin walks towards the place where the monsters came from to see if is anything that they couldn't digest, anything useful lying around or in the hole from which they crawled out.
Perception: 19
Solomon's frown deepens as the cleric talks. "We proceed then, to the best of our abilities."
Tightening the strap on his shield, he turns, and without hesitation, proceeds through the gateway ahead of them.
Heart thrumming in his chest, Fouder immediately joins Solomon, palming his holy symbol in an attempt to keep himself grounded for whatever comes next.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Fingolin, Tennanaz, and Arell: Fingolin searches the pit to only find the dissolving bolts from Tennanaz’s crossbow. Elyse says “We are close, make sure to keep within eyesight. If anything looks weird, let me know.”
Fouder/Solomon:
Fouder Con Save: 13
Solomon Con Save: 10
You pass through the portal and with a jump adjust to the ground beneath your feet. The sky with a light purple hue. Thick plants with wide leaves surround you. The pollen thick in the air as the pungent aroma fills the back of your throat. You both begin to feel sick and vomit. But it’s quickly over. The bear is fine. The portal shimmers behind you.
Solomon raises his head as the nausea subsides, and begins to get his bearings. "Fouder, how are you faring?"
Perception: 5
As he looks around, he goes for his waterskin, taking a few large swigs as Skink's chatter comes flooding back into his head, clearly confused as to the lack of connection with his master.
Fouder rinses his mouth out quickly, washing the horrible taste of vomit away and letting his body adjust to this new plane.
"Better than expected," he says, glancing across to the bear and Skink, happy to note neither creature seems affected.
He too looks around at this new place, searching for a sign that will lead them to Cembessa. He just hopes that she will not turn them away, and that their companions have already made it there safely.
Perception: 9
Survival: 21
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
(Sorry about last post, rushed something out but was busy last night).
Fingolin, Tennanaz, Arell: You continue to walk through the forest as you begin to wind up trails leading to hills and sharp drop offs. The soft soil has transitioned to hard rocky earth that is covered by losses and worry grasses. The trees still covering the pathways but thinning slightly. You crest out of a block of trees and Elyse stops in front. “This is it, the last stretch before getting into Cembessa’s grove.” Looking before you: a narrow pass mere inches (6-10) jutting out from the cliff over looking a sheer 100 foot drop to the other side. It looks to be 70-80 feet across from your perspective. Reginald looks nervous as he continues to cradle the egg. How do you proceed?
(The cliff edge is considered rough terrain and you would require a slow pace to attempt to cross).
Solomon and Fouder. Looking around in this new world. The trees and grasses are much deeper green than the forest you were just in. Vibrant colors of flowers and fruit line the trees and bushes. Large bugs fly around the size of mice and rats. The vegetation is so thick and dense it’s hard for Solomon to focus on anything besides what’s directly in front of him. Fouder does notice a set of cloven prints walking away. They are curious as the tracks are bipedal and not from a four legged creature.
Ekkiwe appears 30 feet away onto the pass and runs across. Fingolin wants to look around through his eyes to see what awaits them on the other side. "Let me take point this time, I'm quite nimble. Any ideas how to help Reginald take the egg across more safely?"
Perception: 21
Mouth agape at the creatures around him, Fouder marvels at this new world around him. In doing so, he notices the cloven prints. "Look," he says, pointing them out to Solomon. "I wonder what might have created steps like that...what do you think? Should we follow after them? Maybe it'll lead us to Cembessa." He looks over towards the bear, trying to keep an eye on it, concerned about how immediately paternal he is feeling.
Survival to try and identify the tracks: 24
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Arell nods solemnly. With a half-grin, he holds up the broom. "I've gained some insights in using this. It's not a tool to clean house with. Rather," he says, the grin spreading, "it flies."
He lets the tip of the broom lean on the ground, holding the shaft with only two fingers. "Orta."
The elven command word leaves his lips, and instantly the broom responds. The twigs that make up the tip shudder and shake, rustling against eachother eagerly as it lifts off the ground.
He swings his leg over it, gripping the broom tight as he slowly hovers a few inches above the ground.
"Would you let me carry it across, Reginald?"
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Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Solomon drops to his knees beside the tracks, tracing the outline of them with a finger, before rising to his feet and swatting at a large insect curious enough to venture too close for comfort.
“I do not know what manner of beast created these, but I am willing to follow them. It gives us a purpose, rather than stumbling blindly through this place. Be on your guard though, if the insects are this large...”
Solomon trails off, concerned at the thought of meeting a bear larger than their newest companion’s mother.