Please have an extremely sketchy plan of how I imagine the Giant's Grave, how the tunnel goes and the layout. It's not to scale, but you should hopefully get an idea of it:
As the apparition appears, Thurodim takes a step back, almost bumping into Faera behind him. "A ghost?" He whispers with wide eyes, then listening to the voice of the old hero of Soft's Rest. "What just happened?" He grunts and turns to the others as the appariotion vanishes again. "This was a warning. Perhaps it is foolish trying to enter this tower? Maybe the peryton was only a bait to make us release this Valleron?"He says suspiciously, looking at the others for smarter thoughts.
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Ghurr watches where the small halfling had been and then disappeared. He smiled when Soft had mentioned Shaun. He then looks over to Thurodim.
"She locked up dark wizard because she couldn't stop him any other way," Ghurr says. "But maybe he freed himself. At very least think we all go check."
He looks around the tomb a little more.
"But climb what stones?"
He noses around a little in the tomb for any other clues, though not really expecting to find much. He's more the kind who will notice a charging ogre and decide quickly what to do than the kind to figure out a riddle.
"We must be careful so that we are not the ones setting him free." Thurodim grunts but nods at Ghurr. "Maybe the stones of this roof?"The massive half-orc suggest looking up into the ceiling.
An even smaller fourth and final room ends with an earthen wall. Stones are embedded in this wall, staggered, looking very much like hand and footholds. They look as ancient as the rest of the structure. Above them daylight shines through the slot in the stones you have already viewed from the outside.
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"Or maybe those stones?" Thurodim adds as he suddenly notices the stones in the wall, chuckling at his own mistake. "Shall we climb up there?" He grunts and shrugs, turned to the others, ready to head up towards the light. He then walks over by the footholds to look up towards the light.
Faera heads over to the footholds, "Let me go first, I'm pretty light on my feet! That was a very unexpected surprise, seeing Soft like that. I wonder what we'll find up here."
And without waiting for an answer, she scurries up the stones.
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"No, wait..."Thurodim rumbles as Faera scurries past him and up the chute towards the light, reaching out a big green hand but too slow to stop her, then letting out a grunt and quickly climbing after her.
Mala watches with a slight grin as Thorundim initially misses the seemingly obvious footholds. She waits as the other two climb up to see what happens.
“Perfect.” He said to Mala as she checked for traps, relieved that there was one less thing to worry about, although he was not quite so sure it was the appropriate time to spend energy on mor complex spells. They had yet to enter their objective, after all.
As they entered the grave he was left speechless by the shimmering figure of Tarwen Soft. Not because a long dead individual appeared in front of them and suddenly, but because of the way she spoke. Ilithir had seem his share on this world, but a specter of sorts nervous about a speech was a first.
“Guess social anxiety is a thing beyond time.” The elf said as his companions questioned themselves about what happened. “Whoever makes to the top, please do so carrying a rope. It will be terribly helpful for those of us that are less athletic, by which I mean myself.”
Nine Hells, Ilithir said to himself with the voice of his mind. I don’t have a hook. He had fifty godsdamned feet of rope, but failed to purchase the one thing capable to make it as useful as possible. Maybe someone else have one? If not then they would need to count on either the strength of the big guys on in someone’s ability to tie good knots. Next time I get on a ship I will ask the sailors to teach me. Assuming he would live for a next time. Yes, the silver haired man was a well of optimism.
There is only room for the first two on the makeshift stone ladder, Faera first, Thurodim just below her.
Faera, gripping the first stone, for a second you get the strangest feeling that your hand is going to pass straight through it. But you hold tight, and the stone is solid under your fingers. You climb steadily to the top of the "ladder", until you are eye level with the slot in the structural stones. Up close you can see that it is etched all around with small runes, which you can tell are used in divination spells. The gist of these runes is to make the unseen seen.
Looking through the slot, your eyes briefly glow white, unseen by the others below, and your field of vision flickers. Within your view through the slot, up to the north, about 200 feet away, a tower flickers into view among the trees.
"Do you see anything?"Thurodim impatiently calls up to Faera above him, seeming a little anxious over the the elf exposing herself to danger like that.
Faera heads up the stairs, feeling a bit weird about the stones themselves, but doesn't want to show it to the rest of the group and shimmies on up to the best of her abilities. As she reaches the slot, she looks through. She makes an audible gasp as she makes out the tower 200 feet away.
Hearing Thurodim, she reluctantly tears her eyes away from the view and looks down to him. "The tower! It's to the North about 200 feet away, I saw it flicker amongst the trees. I can take you all to it."
Thurodim hesitates, looking down at the rest of the team below him before answering. "Lead on then Faera, just...just be careful." He finishes with a firm nod, ready to follow the elf to whatever end.
Ghurr looks up the stone ladder Faera describes what she sees.
"But we not see tower when outside," Ghurr says. "Are you sure you see outside and not somewhere else?"
He backs away from the base of the stone ladder to make way for the others.
"Maybe only see tower from here. Maybe you guide others to it from here and yell directions and then we grab it and then you come join us so don't lose tower."
Ghurr heads back outside, carefully putting the shrub back into the dirt it was torn from and patting down the dirt. He pours a little water from his waterskin on to the soil then heads off in the direction that Faera said she saw the tower.
He holds the butt end of his glaive out in front of him, poking ahead so he doesn't run into an invisible tower.
Thurodim watches as Ghurr heads off to find the tower, but he stays with Faera, waiting for her to lead the way to what she saw through the slot, making sure to not disturb the shrub on his way out if he can avoid it.
He watched carefully and everything unfolded, half expecting the group to be attacked. And that was only one of the things they need to worry about. The more Ilithir thought about the spectral and admittedly socially awkward image the stronger became his belief that they would have to deal with traps and barriers. There was also the implication that the necromancer of legend was still alive, or at least undead. If tale and song were to be believed that meant the arcanist was powerful. Too much for us? The elf pondered, deciding in the end that if things went wrong they could always scape. That place, were they stood now, held the enemy for many years, after all.
“On my experience, spreading a group too thin is not that good of an option.” He said to Ghurr, is response to the suggestion of Faera guiding them by shouting directions. That would expose her location easy, make for an easy target to any ranged enemies. “That said, it is good to have Faera ready to jump behind in case a fight breaks out. My thrashing yesterday was quite the example to what happens when a caster is too close to the frontlines, although, in that case, the frontlines that got close to me.” An experience he would rather not repeat.“Either way, you tell the directions.”
Ilithir concluded deciding to follow the wizard’s directions.
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Please have an extremely sketchy plan of how I imagine the Giant's Grave, how the tunnel goes and the layout. It's not to scale, but you should hopefully get an idea of it:
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
As the apparition appears, Thurodim takes a step back, almost bumping into Faera behind him. "A ghost?" He whispers with wide eyes, then listening to the voice of the old hero of Soft's Rest. "What just happened?" He grunts and turns to the others as the appariotion vanishes again. "This was a warning. Perhaps it is foolish trying to enter this tower? Maybe the peryton was only a bait to make us release this Valleron?" He says suspiciously, looking at the others for smarter thoughts.
Ghurr watches where the small halfling had been and then disappeared. He smiled when Soft had mentioned Shaun. He then looks over to Thurodim.
"She locked up dark wizard because she couldn't stop him any other way," Ghurr says. "But maybe he freed himself. At very least think we all go check."
He looks around the tomb a little more.
"But climb what stones?"
He noses around a little in the tomb for any other clues, though not really expecting to find much. He's more the kind who will notice a charging ogre and decide quickly what to do than the kind to figure out a riddle.
Perception: 3
"We must be careful so that we are not the ones setting him free." Thurodim grunts but nods at Ghurr. "Maybe the stones of this roof?" The massive half-orc suggest looking up into the ceiling.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"Or maybe those stones?" Thurodim adds as he suddenly notices the stones in the wall, chuckling at his own mistake. "Shall we climb up there?" He grunts and shrugs, turned to the others, ready to head up towards the light. He then walks over by the footholds to look up towards the light.
Perception: 14
Faera heads over to the footholds, "Let me go first, I'm pretty light on my feet! That was a very unexpected surprise, seeing Soft like that. I wonder what we'll find up here."
And without waiting for an answer, she scurries up the stones.
"No, wait..." Thurodim rumbles as Faera scurries past him and up the chute towards the light, reaching out a big green hand but too slow to stop her, then letting out a grunt and quickly climbing after her.
Athletics: 12
Mala watches with a slight grin as Thorundim initially misses the seemingly obvious footholds. She waits as the other two climb up to see what happens.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard ||
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
“Perfect.” He said to Mala as she checked for traps, relieved that there was one less thing to worry about, although he was not quite so sure it was the appropriate time to spend energy on mor complex spells. They had yet to enter their objective, after all.
As they entered the grave he was left speechless by the shimmering figure of Tarwen Soft. Not because a long dead individual appeared in front of them and suddenly, but because of the way she spoke. Ilithir had seem his share on this world, but a specter of sorts nervous about a speech was a first.
“Guess social anxiety is a thing beyond time.” The elf said as his companions questioned themselves about what happened. “Whoever makes to the top, please do so carrying a rope. It will be terribly helpful for those of us that are less athletic, by which I mean myself.”
Nine Hells, Ilithir said to himself with the voice of his mind. I don’t have a hook. He had fifty godsdamned feet of rope, but failed to purchase the one thing capable to make it as useful as possible. Maybe someone else have one? If not then they would need to count on either the strength of the big guys on in someone’s ability to tie good knots. Next time I get on a ship I will ask the sailors to teach me. Assuming he would live for a next time. Yes, the silver haired man was a well of optimism.
Ilithir would notice a grappling hook hanging from Ghurr’s pack.
Ghurr starts up the stones after the others.
(Will decide what to do with rope and the hook once we see what we're actually facing here)
There is only room for the first two on the makeshift stone ladder, Faera first, Thurodim just below her.
Faera, gripping the first stone, for a second you get the strangest feeling that your hand is going to pass straight through it. But you hold tight, and the stone is solid under your fingers. You climb steadily to the top of the "ladder", until you are eye level with the slot in the structural stones. Up close you can see that it is etched all around with small runes, which you can tell are used in divination spells. The gist of these runes is to make the unseen seen.
Looking through the slot, your eyes briefly glow white, unseen by the others below, and your field of vision flickers. Within your view through the slot, up to the north, about 200 feet away, a tower flickers into view among the trees.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"Do you see anything?" Thurodim impatiently calls up to Faera above him, seeming a little anxious over the the elf exposing herself to danger like that.
(Sorry - it's been a crazy couple of days IRL)
Faera heads up the stairs, feeling a bit weird about the stones themselves, but doesn't want to show it to the rest of the group and shimmies on up to the best of her abilities. As she reaches the slot, she looks through. She makes an audible gasp as she makes out the tower 200 feet away.
Hearing Thurodim, she reluctantly tears her eyes away from the view and looks down to him. "The tower! It's to the North about 200 feet away, I saw it flicker amongst the trees. I can take you all to it."
Thurodim hesitates, looking down at the rest of the team below him before answering. "Lead on then Faera, just...just be careful." He finishes with a firm nod, ready to follow the elf to whatever end.
Ghurr looks up the stone ladder Faera describes what she sees.
"But we not see tower when outside," Ghurr says. "Are you sure you see outside and not somewhere else?"
He backs away from the base of the stone ladder to make way for the others.
"Maybe only see tower from here. Maybe you guide others to it from here and yell directions and then we grab it and then you come join us so don't lose tower."
Mala steps out of the way so Thurodim can come down and let Faera past. "Alright! Take us there," she says, ready to follow.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard ||
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Ghurr heads back outside, carefully putting the shrub back into the dirt it was torn from and patting down the dirt. He pours a little water from his waterskin on to the soil then heads off in the direction that Faera said she saw the tower.
He holds the butt end of his glaive out in front of him, poking ahead so he doesn't run into an invisible tower.
Thurodim watches as Ghurr heads off to find the tower, but he stays with Faera, waiting for her to lead the way to what she saw through the slot, making sure to not disturb the shrub on his way out if he can avoid it.
He watched carefully and everything unfolded, half expecting the group to be attacked. And that was only one of the things they need to worry about. The more Ilithir thought about the spectral and admittedly socially awkward image the stronger became his belief that they would have to deal with traps and barriers. There was also the implication that the necromancer of legend was still alive, or at least undead. If tale and song were to be believed that meant the arcanist was powerful. Too much for us? The elf pondered, deciding in the end that if things went wrong they could always scape. That place, were they stood now, held the enemy for many years, after all.
“On my experience, spreading a group too thin is not that good of an option.” He said to Ghurr, is response to the suggestion of Faera guiding them by shouting directions. That would expose her location easy, make for an easy target to any ranged enemies. “That said, it is good to have Faera ready to jump behind in case a fight breaks out. My thrashing yesterday was quite the example to what happens when a caster is too close to the frontlines, although, in that case, the frontlines that got close to me.” An experience he would rather not repeat. “Either way, you tell the directions.”
Ilithir concluded deciding to follow the wizard’s directions.