A deep gnome, white beard and wearing large hat, is sitting on a chair in the shadows. Keeping constantly an eye on the painting, he whispers: "I am telling you my friends, all this years of research led to this painting...let's be patient. We will be rewarded" Goggick then return to his silence, playing with his dagger.
Very cozy under her cloak, with the hood off, the tabaxi with features of a lynx stares intently on the painting. Never had she thought that dreams could be shared the way that had happened to them, but with the confirmation that the elements of the dream spoke of reality sparked the egoistical need to explore every possibility that came with it. She would go to the end of the world if she had to. "Good or bad", she said, shrugging to show that it didn't matter to her, "the fact that something will happen is fascinating enough." As a thief from birth, Jax had jumped on the idea of stealing the painting from the very beginning. And now, with their catch right in front of her, she couldn't wait to see what would happen.
As the evening wears on, time seems to stand still as the sun sets and finally, painstakingly, it is finally evening. As the moon rises, it's light creeps into the upper level room where everyone is waiting, and finally, it hits the painting.
Beyond the very edges of your perception, the painting shimmers, and though you can barely conceive it, it is moving and it is not. The the painting itself, but the woman. The terrible ugly abstract painting appears to shift, the theories and concepts used to explain the physical properties of THIS universe would not suffice to explain what you are seeing at this very moment. You've seen magic before, and this is not it. The image in the painting appears to become, at best to describe it, three dimensional. As you move your head to different angles, it, too, changes it's perspective as if you are looking "inside" the painting.
Two things happen:
In addition to what you believe is the woman "moving" ever so slightly in the painting, a hand print appears on the bottom right corner of the canvas. You also hear a voice.
A strange looking raven like followed the group, when arrived at the place he took a drawing out of his backpack, a high quality sketch tho in a single colour of the painting.
"This better be worth it" you hear in percival's voice tho comming from him.
"Train and go high" "I will honor my master" You hear in 2 distinct voices. "Train every day" in even a third voice
"Same visions" you hear again in another voice, Dundur's as he shows the drawing
"Trouble" you hear in Joundral voice, followed by "Learning", again in the same voice as you heard the train and go high.
OOC: now after last GM's post
"Help me..." you hear in the exact tone of voice as the paiting
Not even the conversations that Percival has had with his patron could prepare him for this and it takes him a moment to snap out of his shock and realize what's going on.
"Who are you and what do you need help with? Are you trapped in the painting? The rest of you are seeing this, it's not just me who saw what the painting just did, right?!"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
I remove a piton from my pack. “Yeah. I see it too,” I say as I move closer to the painting behind Goggick holding the piton. I wait to see what Goggick deduces from his investigation. Then I touch the piton to the painting
OOC: I’ll try to color code text, but if I post from my phone, that’s not going to happen.
Goggick, as you look at the hand print, it's almost as if it's there, but it's not. It is human sized, and the best way to "describe" it, is if someone dipped their hand in dirty oil and touched the painting. If you look hard enough, you might be able to see that there are multiple hand prints layered on top of each other, but this is perhaps a trick of your perception of what you're looking at.
Dundur, you take your piton out of your pack, and get closer. As you slowly touch the end of your piton to the painting, in a section of time to small to measure you find yourself in a room that is red. You have all of your belongings with you, and you are in the same physical position you were the moment the piton tip touched the painting.
You are no longer in the upper room of the tavern. As you look around the room, it is completely red, a shade you've never seen before in your life, nor are there words yet invented to describe the shade anyways. There is a door north of you, and south of you is a painting of a terrible abstract painting of a second floor tavern room with many other individuals, frozen in time. Or..are they moving? You can't tell. The room is small, and there is no smell or sound. There are pillows on the floor, and water in a barrel with a ladle.
Everyone else, there is now a wet, oily, naked woman on the floor crumpled on the upper floor of the tavern room, as if something has given birth to a full grown woman. Her hair is covering her face, and she is having trouble moving, as if her mind and her muscles forgot how. The painting has now changed, you see a terrible abstract version of Dundur in the painting, but..you can't tell if he's moving or not.
Jotunheim hoists his greatsword onto his shoulder and starts to walk towards the painting, shoving his way through. As he gets to the painting he plants his hand squarely on top of the hand prints, heavy enough that it would damage normal canvas.
"How about we not all touch the painting that just sucked someone into it? At least not until we have more information on what this dreadful thing is."
And while Percival is saying this, he'll search for a towel or a blanket that he can use to cover up the naked woman that just appeared in the middle of the room.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Dundur, you are alone in the room. You and Chanterelle have "switched places". You can speak, but the painting, or the adventuring group that is depicted in the artwork, do not respond to your words. It is so quiet in this room, your normal biological and psychological standards are having a tough time re-adjusting to this foreign environment.
Jotunheim, the moment your hand touches the painting, you join Dundur in the room of red, the prison of Chanterelle. Like Dundur, you can now see a painting on the south wall, the north door, and a frozen awful abstract painting of a group of adventurers looking at you both, unmoving.
Chanterelle begins to prop herself up as you wrap a blanket around her, Percival. She slowly moves the hair from her face, her face is striking. In another situation, she would be considered beautiful. But now, she is a mess. Unbelievably, she speaks to you. The same voice in your dream.
(Oh, that's right. I didn't name it. It's ok, it's kinda insignificant now. =P)
She looks at you, curiously, as you speak. She remains silent for a long time, so long you wonder if she understood you, or is ignoring you. But then she speaks again.
"What year is this..?" She asks you very carefully.
A deep gnome, white beard and wearing large hat, is sitting on a chair in the shadows. Keeping constantly an eye on the painting, he whispers: "I am telling you my friends, all this years of research led to this painting...let's be patient. We will be rewarded"
Goggick then return to his silence, playing with his dagger.
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In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Very cozy under her cloak, with the hood off, the tabaxi with features of a lynx stares intently on the painting. Never had she thought that dreams could be shared the way that had happened to them, but with the confirmation that the elements of the dream spoke of reality sparked the egoistical need to explore every possibility that came with it. She would go to the end of the world if she had to. "Good or bad", she said, shrugging to show that it didn't matter to her, "the fact that something will happen is fascinating enough." As a thief from birth, Jax had jumped on the idea of stealing the painting from the very beginning. And now, with their catch right in front of her, she couldn't wait to see what would happen.
"Yes, I'm sure that it will be fascinating, I merely hope that it will be worth spending all this time looking at this eyesore."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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As the evening wears on, time seems to stand still as the sun sets and finally, painstakingly, it is finally evening. As the moon rises, it's light creeps into the upper level room where everyone is waiting, and finally, it hits the painting.
Beyond the very edges of your perception, the painting shimmers, and though you can barely conceive it, it is moving and it is not. The the painting itself, but the woman. The terrible ugly abstract painting appears to shift, the theories and concepts used to explain the physical properties of THIS universe would not suffice to explain what you are seeing at this very moment. You've seen magic before, and this is not it. The image in the painting appears to become, at best to describe it, three dimensional. As you move your head to different angles, it, too, changes it's perspective as if you are looking "inside" the painting.
Two things happen:
In addition to what you believe is the woman "moving" ever so slightly in the painting, a hand print appears on the bottom right corner of the canvas. You also hear a voice.
"Help me.." It says.
FOOD: 100 GOLD: 100
OOC: this is before the "help me" part
A strange looking raven like followed the group, when arrived at the place he took a drawing out of his backpack, a high quality sketch tho in a single colour of the painting.
"This better be worth it" you hear in percival's voice tho comming from him.
"Train and go high" "I will honor my master" You hear in 2 distinct voices. "Train every day" in even a third voice
"Same visions" you hear again in another voice, Dundur's as he shows the drawing
"Trouble" you hear in Joundral voice, followed by "Learning", again in the same voice as you heard the train and go high.
OOC: now after last GM's post
"Help me..." you hear in the exact tone of voice as the paiting
"Go and save people"
Not even the conversations that Percival has had with his patron could prepare him for this and it takes him a moment to snap out of his shock and realize what's going on.
"Who are you and what do you need help with? Are you trapped in the painting? The rest of you are seeing this, it's not just me who saw what the painting just did, right?!"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Goggick leave Percival trying to get some answers and approaches to the painting. "There are fine prints here, let's see what exactly it is"
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In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Dundur
I remove a piton from my pack. “Yeah. I see it too,” I say as I move closer to the painting behind Goggick holding the piton. I wait to see what Goggick deduces from his investigation. Then I touch the piton to the painting
OOC: I’ll try to color code text, but if I post from my phone, that’s not going to happen.
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Goggick, as you look at the hand print, it's almost as if it's there, but it's not. It is human sized, and the best way to "describe" it, is if someone dipped their hand in dirty oil and touched the painting. If you look hard enough, you might be able to see that there are multiple hand prints layered on top of each other, but this is perhaps a trick of your perception of what you're looking at.
Dundur, you take your piton out of your pack, and get closer. As you slowly touch the end of your piton to the painting, in a section of time to small to measure you find yourself in a room that is red. You have all of your belongings with you, and you are in the same physical position you were the moment the piton tip touched the painting.
You are no longer in the upper room of the tavern. As you look around the room, it is completely red, a shade you've never seen before in your life, nor are there words yet invented to describe the shade anyways. There is a door north of you, and south of you is a painting of a terrible abstract painting of a second floor tavern room with many other individuals, frozen in time. Or..are they moving? You can't tell. The room is small, and there is no smell or sound. There are pillows on the floor, and water in a barrel with a ladle.
Everyone else, there is now a wet, oily, naked woman on the floor crumpled on the upper floor of the tavern room, as if something has given birth to a full grown woman. Her hair is covering her face, and she is having trouble moving, as if her mind and her muscles forgot how. The painting has now changed, you see a terrible abstract version of Dundur in the painting, but..you can't tell if he's moving or not.
FOOD: 100 GOLD: 150
Dundur
can I wave to the others or yell at them? I get closer to the tavern painting.
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"Aw screw this!"
Jotunheim hoists his greatsword onto his shoulder and starts to walk towards the painting, shoving his way through. As he gets to the painting he plants his hand squarely on top of the hand prints, heavy enough that it would damage normal canvas.
Alira blinked and replied "What?" to the madness going on in front of her.
"How about we not all touch the painting that just sucked someone into it? At least not until we have more information on what this dreadful thing is."
And while Percival is saying this, he'll search for a towel or a blanket that he can use to cover up the naked woman that just appeared in the middle of the room.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Dundur, you are alone in the room. You and Chanterelle have "switched places". You can speak, but the painting, or the adventuring group that is depicted in the artwork, do not respond to your words. It is so quiet in this room, your normal biological and psychological standards are having a tough time re-adjusting to this foreign environment.
Jotunheim, the moment your hand touches the painting, you join Dundur in the room of red, the prison of Chanterelle. Like Dundur, you can now see a painting on the south wall, the north door, and a frozen awful abstract painting of a group of adventurers looking at you both, unmoving.
FOOD: 100 GOLD: 150
Jo turns around to face the painting and holds his hand up in the air, the middle finger pointing straight up. (Hopefully they get the signal :) )
"Idiot Dragonborn. Well now we know that touching the painting somehow imprisons you inside of it, so at least his impulsiveness wasn't for nothing."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Chanterelle begins to prop herself up as you wrap a blanket around her, Percival. She slowly moves the hair from her face, her face is striking. In another situation, she would be considered beautiful. But now, she is a mess. Unbelievably, she speaks to you. The same voice in your dream.
"Where am I..?" She whispers.
FOOD: 100 GOLD: 150
"A tavern. I didn't bother to catch its name, but you're currently in one of its better rooms. But who are you and how did you get in that thing?"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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(Oh, that's right. I didn't name it. It's ok, it's kinda insignificant now. =P)
She looks at you, curiously, as you speak. She remains silent for a long time, so long you wonder if she understood you, or is ignoring you. But then she speaks again.
"What year is this..?" She asks you very carefully.
FOOD: 100 GOLD: 150