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Time is difficult to measure here in the fey, so it's difficult to know how long you've been in the skies. Minutes? Hours? Days? The fog has slowly cleared, revealing a multicolored forest canopy below.
But then Morgort spots something. "Did the hag live in a giant log like that?" She points to a massive fallen oak tree below: Loomlurch. Whether through skill or blind luck, Morgort has found the splinter realm of Thither, and within it, a landmark you recognize.
"Might be kinda tricky to land with all these trees," she adds. "Kid - you gonna fix that leak? Otherwise it could be a hard landing..."
As Pud looked over the balloon for a way to repair it, he's dumbfounded by this contraption. He takes mental notes of the mechanisms and the manner in which Morgort navigates this thing.
"...woooooow...this is neat..."he mutters under his breath.
Morgort calling out to him snaps him out of it.
"...wha...huh? Oh yeah. Sorry!"
Pud looks over the edge and his tummy gets all queasy. No way he's gonna risk falling from this high. Pud closes his eyes and whispers some arcane incantation ( Spider Climb ). This particular spell is new to him and, up until now, it's all been academic to him. He nervously tests his footing and he finds that his feet seem to stick to the surface of the balloon as if he were glued to it. Think silky strands stretch from his feet and keep him anchors to the balloon. He begins walking up the side of the balloon and looks back at the group with a smirk on his face.
"guys, I'll be back"
Pud takes his time slowly walking up the side of the air ship and heads for a gaping hole in the side. Once their he gives his best attempt at mending damaged balloon.
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Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
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"OK..." replies Morgort, looking down and calculating in her head. "Going down..." She begins to pull on a pair of cords in succession while trying to judge the windspeed. "We're gonna miss the log. Wind's gonna blow us right by it. I'm gonna try not to impale us all on a tree. Keep your eyes peeled for any other open ground past it" She squints at the vast treescape below you. Perception: 14
Meanwhile, Pud finds the mending slow but steady. It takes several castings to repair the main tear, where a hot, foul-smelling gas invisibly-but-steadily escapes.
"Git ready to land," adds Morgort, still looking intently down at the passing landscape. "When it happens, it's gonna happen fast."
"What's going on?" Titaani yawns, having breifly fallen asleep in the basket. "Where's Tiny? Oh no, I think we left him behind! Darn it! I'll have to resummon him when we land."
The little gnome magically dismisses Tiny and peers over the balloon, looking for a clearing: Perception: 8
(Everyone may receive the benefits of a Short Rest prior to the descent.)
The canopy gets steadily closer. "There better be a landing spot ahead..." begins Morgort. "Not easy to reverse course right now..."
...and then she spots one – a nearly perfectly circular clearing in the forest ahead. "Let's do this!" she cries. The tangled, mossy treetops get closer below you.
Wham! It's not a gentle landing, but it is within the clearing. The now-sagging balloon drags the basket heavily across the tall grass, finally coming to a rest on a boulder. Many of you are thrown prone.
Looking up, you see, at the center of the circular clearing in the dense treescape, a 20-foot-diameter circle of colorful, 6-inch-tall toadstools. The balloon's basket has left a 50-foot furrow in the dirt behind you.
Nearby, outside the ring, three wide-eyed pixies sit around a tiny table, where they had clearly been sipping tea and nibbling cakes. A six-inch-long wedge made of wood lies on the ground nearby. "Oh! Hello!" cries one with gold wings, wearing a tall curved hat almost as tall as she is. "That's quite a balloon!" cries another.
"Ouch," Titaani grumbles, rubbing her head as she gets up from where she had fallen. "I don't think I'll fly again soon..."
All complaints immediately leave her mind, however, as she spots the pixies. "Oh my goodness, fairies! Hello!!" She squeals, running over and kneeling beside their table to chatter to them excitedly. "That's a tall hat! I love your wings! Oh, were you having tea? Ooh, and cakes? I used to help my mama Dianae to make these wonderfull cakes. Wait, do you have a tiny oven? A tiny house, even? Oh, and what are your names?"
Leaping into action, Ben helps the others recover and tries to limit the damage done to the toadstools by getting the basket and balloon under control. He may not be able to help save it for future use, but he will try.
Athletics: 20
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Horatio tries to assist Ben, suggesting, "We may not be able to use it again as a balloon, but I can imagine us making a large comfortable camp with this much material."
"Don't you touch my balloon!" admonishes Morgort to Horatio. "It just needs some swamp gas, and it'll fly again just fine. You seen any swamps when we were descending?"
Ben manages to right the basket, and wrangling the ropes, keeps the balloon from blowing through both tea party and toadstools. It seems safely stationary now, even as the balloon continues to flop back and forth in the breeze.
"Oh!" cries the tall-hatted pixie to Titaani, as her look shifts from alarm to delight. "Thank you! I made this hat myself! I'm Cobweb, and this is Toadhop and Hemlock. Would you like to join us for tea? Hemlock made the cakes. Are you from the Material Plane? You look fey but you smell a bit like the Material Plane!" Hemlock nods proudly and hands Titaani a cake with a pink berry on top.
"Do you really think I look like a fey?" Titaani asks, beaming as if this was the highest compliment in the world. "Thank you! But I am from the material plane. We all are, except for Morgort over there." She points to the bullywug.
"It's nice to meet you, Toadhop, Cobweb and Hemlock. I'm Titaani! And I would be delighted to join you for tea," she continues, excepting the cake eagerly. "Can my friends join as well? They're a bit bigger than me but they wouldn't hurt a fly! Not unless the fly deserved it, anyway."
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( Matilda will Help with Navigation)
DM: Would casting spider climb circumvent the need for an acrobatics check?
Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
(Oh, and as they begin to climb, Ben uses an action to dismiss Morning Star.)
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Morgort: DC18 Survival (Wisdom) check (with Matilda's Help) for navigation: 14
(Turn your mobile device sideways to read the last post! It's a perpetual forum bug that tends to pop up after using blockquotes. I can't edit it - another manifestation of the bug. Desktop users should be able to read it fine, albeit in a small italicized font.)
Time is difficult to measure here in the fey, so it's difficult to know how long you've been in the skies. Minutes? Hours? Days? The fog has slowly cleared, revealing a multicolored forest canopy below.
But then Morgort spots something. "Did the hag live in a giant log like that?" She points to a massive fallen oak tree below: Loomlurch. Whether through skill or blind luck, Morgort has found the splinter realm of Thither, and within it, a landmark you recognize.
"Might be kinda tricky to land with all these trees," she adds. "Kid - you gonna fix that leak? Otherwise it could be a hard landing..."
Ben:
"Maybe we can get to the Wayward Pool from here...There was a good-sized clearing on the shore if I remember," remarks Ben.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
As Pud looked over the balloon for a way to repair it, he's dumbfounded by this contraption. He takes mental notes of the mechanisms and the manner in which Morgort navigates this thing.
"...woooooow...this is neat..." he mutters under his breath.
Morgort calling out to him snaps him out of it.
"...wha...huh? Oh yeah. Sorry!"
Pud looks over the edge and his tummy gets all queasy. No way he's gonna risk falling from this high. Pud closes his eyes and whispers some arcane incantation ( Spider Climb ). This particular spell is new to him and, up until now, it's all been academic to him. He nervously tests his footing and he finds that his feet seem to stick to the surface of the balloon as if he were glued to it. Think silky strands stretch from his feet and keep him anchors to the balloon. He begins walking up the side of the balloon and looks back at the group with a smirk on his face.
"guys, I'll be back"
Pud takes his time slowly walking up the side of the air ship and heads for a gaping hole in the side. Once their he gives his best attempt at mending damaged balloon.
Pronouns: he/him/his
Pud - lvl 7 Human Artificer - Alchemist (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight).
Quinn - lvl 4 Human Ranger - Hunter (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk)
"OK..." replies Morgort, looking down and calculating in her head. "Going down..." She begins to pull on a pair of cords in succession while trying to judge the windspeed. "We're gonna miss the log. Wind's gonna blow us right by it. I'm gonna try not to impale us all on a tree. Keep your eyes peeled for any other open ground past it" She squints at the vast treescape below you. Perception: 14
Meanwhile, Pud finds the mending slow but steady. It takes several castings to repair the main tear, where a hot, foul-smelling gas invisibly-but-steadily escapes.
"Git ready to land," adds Morgort, still looking intently down at the passing landscape. "When it happens, it's gonna happen fast."
Ben:
With a stick held to his forehead and feeling like a fool, Ben looks for the Wayward Pool:
Perception: 6
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Matilda readied herself to jump clear of the balloon crash.
Athletics-16
Acrobatics- 15
Horatio braces for the crash, uncertain what to expect.
"What's going on?" Titaani yawns, having breifly fallen asleep in the basket. "Where's Tiny? Oh no, I think we left him behind! Darn it! I'll have to resummon him when we land."
The little gnome magically dismisses Tiny and peers over the balloon, looking for a clearing: Perception: 8
(Everyone may receive the benefits of a Short Rest prior to the descent.)
The canopy gets steadily closer. "There better be a landing spot ahead..." begins Morgort. "Not easy to reverse course right now..."
...and then she spots one – a nearly perfectly circular clearing in the forest ahead. "Let's do this!" she cries. The tangled, mossy treetops get closer below you.
Landing roll (Dex check): 14
Wham! It's not a gentle landing, but it is within the clearing. The now-sagging balloon drags the basket heavily across the tall grass, finally coming to a rest on a boulder. Many of you are thrown prone.
Looking up, you see, at the center of the circular clearing in the dense treescape, a 20-foot-diameter circle of colorful, 6-inch-tall toadstools. The balloon's basket has left a 50-foot furrow in the dirt behind you.
Nearby, outside the ring, three wide-eyed pixies sit around a tiny table, where they had clearly been sipping tea and nibbling cakes. A six-inch-long wedge made of wood lies on the ground nearby. "Oh! Hello!" cries one with gold wings, wearing a tall curved hat almost as tall as she is. "That's quite a balloon!" cries another.
"Ouch," Titaani grumbles, rubbing her head as she gets up from where she had fallen. "I don't think I'll fly again soon..."
All complaints immediately leave her mind, however, as she spots the pixies. "Oh my goodness, fairies! Hello!!" She squeals, running over and kneeling beside their table to chatter to them excitedly. "That's a tall hat! I love your wings! Oh, were you having tea? Ooh, and cakes? I used to help my mama Dianae to make these wonderfull cakes. Wait, do you have a tiny oven? A tiny house, even? Oh, and what are your names?"
Ben:
Leaping into action, Ben helps the others recover and tries to limit the damage done to the toadstools by getting the basket and balloon under control. He may not be able to help save it for future use, but he will try.
Athletics: 20
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Horatio tries to assist Ben, suggesting, "We may not be able to use it again as a balloon, but I can imagine us making a large comfortable camp with this much material."
"Don't you touch my balloon!" admonishes Morgort to Horatio. "It just needs some swamp gas, and it'll fly again just fine. You seen any swamps when we were descending?"
Ben manages to right the basket, and wrangling the ropes, keeps the balloon from blowing through both tea party and toadstools. It seems safely stationary now, even as the balloon continues to flop back and forth in the breeze.
"Oh!" cries the tall-hatted pixie to Titaani, as her look shifts from alarm to delight. "Thank you! I made this hat myself! I'm Cobweb, and this is Toadhop and Hemlock. Would you like to join us for tea? Hemlock made the cakes. Are you from the Material Plane? You look fey but you smell a bit like the Material Plane!" Hemlock nods proudly and hands Titaani a cake with a pink berry on top.
"Do you really think I look like a fey?" Titaani asks, beaming as if this was the highest compliment in the world. "Thank you! But I am from the material plane. We all are, except for Morgort over there." She points to the bullywug.
"It's nice to meet you, Toadhop, Cobweb and Hemlock. I'm Titaani! And I would be delighted to join you for tea," she continues, excepting the cake eagerly. "Can my friends join as well? They're a bit bigger than me but they wouldn't hurt a fly! Not unless the fly deserved it, anyway."