Seeing the barge, Ordrag felt a moment of excitement of once again being on board a water craft. But the trip up the Styx was anything but nostalgic. All the subtle sensations of being at sea were gone - no fresh salty air, no cry of the gulls, no vibrant blue waves with white foamy crests - only a horrific parody of each, with hot dry wind, distant screams and a sluggish river of blood. For the first time ever, Ordrag felt the desire to abandon his assigned duty, and 'jump ship' in a figurative sense. But there was nowhere to run to, and he had a crew that needed him, so he gritted his tusks, whispered an awkward prayer to Tyr, and prepared for whatever task would be required of him next.
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Bazelsteen laughed screechy rusty laughter, spat the coal, threw a new one in the mouth and rubbed his hands excitedly. Kind hearten friendly devils is a rare breed and you had your suspicions when this one smiled wildly and made an inviting gesture: "Welcome to the docks. So, here for some diving, are we? Let me show you around - who knows, you might never get a chance to see it all again." With that reassuring invitation he turned and limped to the end of the rusty platform.
"Saw that citadel, that flew away? Zariel visited. Needed some fuel. And where do you think they take the fuel? Right here, that is where! The souls of the damned, straight from the River, best fuel one can hope for. Need more, though, and that's where you are coming in. Let me show you something."
By this time you all arrived to the end of the docks and were ushered to another barge. Hanging from the barge’s loading crane by a rusty chain is a ten-foot-diameter, spherical diving bell made of iron and glass. Suction tubes protrude from the diving bell’s lower hemisphere like flimsy arms. "My machine - made it all by myself!" (The pride of creator radiates from Bazelsteen like a hit from a forge) "This is how you can get down. That rods you are talking about? Saw where that stupid devil dropped them. Now, we go to the spot, some of you get inside, I'll lower you down and with that hand" (there indeed was a hand among the suction tubes) "you pick your rods up. And you take a few water samples for me on the go. How does it sound? Would even pay you for the samples."
The bathysphere looks large enough that can fit up to four of you inside it. It certainly was lowered into the "waters" at least once (judging by the sludge spots and other unpleasant substances and inclusions from the river on the surface of the machine). You can see a hatch, located in the bathysphere’s upper hemisphere and Bazelsteen assures you that the device is airtight and watertight. He is watching your reaction expectantly, probably waiting for a compliment.
The most interesting part about the bathysphere is the chain on the loading crane. It's about 50ft long but only 40ft are covered with sludge. If machine was used and got to the bottom - the River can not be deeper than that. Choir's spell (should it work) might be enough at least space-wise.
The devil rubbed his hands again: "So, who is diving?"
"That is impressive looking... Fran, is that thing as impressive as it looks? It certainly looks fascinating." Polly rattles off, indeed sounding a bit impressed but perhaps with an undertone of suspicion. "Fran builds stuff too... Though she was thinking of building a dam with corpses and undead beavers, she never thought to make a waterproof ball. Did you, Fran?" Polly is hoping that her commentary will allow Fran to look the thing over without hurting the devil's pride.
"But I'm still confused... Why you need us when you got that thing?" Polly asks, walking around the things and giving it a twice over.
Polly will try out her new wings for the first time, or almost first time. She'll flutter up and look at the sphere from all angles, even flying up along the chain to inspect that closely. She doesn't really have an eye for this type of thing but she figures she may be able to see if anything is hugely wrong.
Meanwhile her familiar Owis, now in Imp form (Imp Owis? Owis Imp? Owimp??) slips invisibly out of Polly's quiver, in which he had been residing since their transformation. Invisibility was a new trait for him but it seemed to be the only new thing the familiar appreciated.
"Scout the area, find out everything you can," Polly instructs OwImp telepathically. "See who else is around, what they're doing, etc. See if there's any books or writing or anything and see what's on it. Basically be a spy, huh?"
"Don't wanna," OwImp grumps. "Wanna be me. Not this. Change me back."
"Just... Do it," Polly insists, unsure if the sigh came across telepathically or not.
"Don't wanna..."
"DO IT!" Apparently, Polly discovered, one could scream telepathically...
"Fine... fine. Don't have to be such a succubus about it!" OwImp sneered out, and took off flying. This new form, the wings, the arms and legs and tail... It was all wrong. He wasn't born to be this. He was a Fey Mouse not some mini devil spawn pet thing! He never agreed to any of this! I liked me better how I used to be, he thought. Liked you better that way too
"I heard that," Polly nagged, almost forgetting to do it telepathically. But only almost.
"Don't care..." OwImp answered then went silent while he scouted the area...
Polly watched through his eyes and saw what he saw. The Familiar would learn to appreciate his new form, Polly thought. Hoped. Believed. Or at least wanted to believe. Owis would learn to appreciate the Imp form, or the Pseudodragon form or maybe the Sprite or Quasit form. Eventually they would work out these new things and find their balance again, their friendship. If not... Well he would do what he was told.
Or else...
"No," Polly whispered to herself. "That was just a stray thought... I didn't mean that."
Fran would immediately pop a brow at Bazelsteen and his greeting. Her arms would immediately find their position crossed in front of her. She’d follow the devil on his tour, making mental notes as he prattled on. Zariel fuels her citadel here eh? Her eyes would glance to Lulu.
As soon as her eyes caught sight of the contraption at the barge, Fran was already eyeing it up. And when they’d get closer, she wasn’t shy to stride right up. And while Bazelsteen continued on excitedly explaining his rig, the artificer would bring a hand to her chin in thought. She’d nod along and point to Polly in agreement (‘cept damning the river with dead bodies, that’s all Choir) as she’d begin her portion of the discussion.
One thing was for sure, the girl could talk. And Fran would absolutely take advantage of the time and distraction their Polymorph was buying. The artificer would putter around and inspect the crane as expected. There were definitely a lot of things Polly brought to question that Fran would consider. Is it a quality build? Why isn’t he using his own lackies? There had to be some flaw or limitation. But you know who else might have a good eye to help her with this? Ordrag.
The redhead would look to the sailor and gesture with her chin towards Bazelsteen’s retreiving crane. “Whachya reckon?” Fran would rub her chin for a moment as she looked over the machine with Ordrag before glancing to the Styx and then back to the eager Bazelsteen. So, who is diving?
“Choir on ‘water duty’, Polly keep wit ‘Steen, Adray or Ordrag run teh contraption. An’ I dive.” Fran would toss her own preliminary thoughts and suggestions out to her companions. “Who not drivin’ or divin’ be wit Brutus on watch wit Moon and Lu.”
At some point Polly lands and walks up next to Fran. In a conspiratorial whisper, while discussing who is going and staying, Polly says, "I should dive. If something goes wrong I can teleport myself and one other out... And can leave Owis up here so we've a line of communication between the teams."
Bazelsteen scratched his neck with the claw on his right wing and shrugged: "Don't need specifically you, but test subjects - drivers, I mean drivers as divers - are not that plentiful at the moment. You see, they have to be smart" (he looked at the group skeptically) "enough. But smart one are marched straight to the war, of course. May be you will catch some down there... We will see. And those here are guarding docks. What? You did not think demons just leave us alone? They come by the river after all and attack all they see."
Owis-OwImp could confirm that indeed there are some guarding devils around. Twelve barbed devils to be precise. Not that they overworked themselves (one seemed to sleep behind some crates, three were playing some kind of game involving several humanoid skulls and a few rocks) but some honestly (if lazily) were watching the surroundings. He also noticed an imp in the deep shadows but the imp disappeared so fast, that could pretty much be a hallucination.
"I calculated it's enough air for an hour. For one, that is. For two means half, of course. Took some times to count... Yes... But I am sure in the number now. Anyway, you two are going, right?" he looked the girls up and down approvingly. "See those buttons? That for siphoning souls. Now, that levers over there? For the hand. Simple!"
Keep your eyes open, Polly instructs OwImp telepathically. No, it wasn't nothing. It was definitely something. Don't blame me, they're your eyes!! Yes you should go look for it... but from a distance. Don't look like you're looking for it. Yes, I know you're invisible... Just be casual... OwImp was not the most cooperative these days but he did finally agree to try to look for the imp he may or may not have seen.
Besides arguing with her familiar, Polly defers to Fran and her expertise. She'll of course go with if Fran thinks that best, and will thus pay attention to the tutorial.
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Ordrag comes at Fran's beckoning and inspects the contraption. The bathysphere itself seems to be seaworthy, with no loose rivets or dodgy seals visible at first glance, but he gives it a thorough inspection (Investigation: 0, but if can add proficiency for water vehicles, then +2 to result).
A shiver goes up his spine at the thought of a watercraft that goes under the water... that's just not natural. Boats are supposed to float, not sink! And to be completed immersed in this river, with the crushing weight of all that liquid on top and around, with only the air inside the sphere to breathe... it's enough to give Ordrag a panic attack. He firmly slaps Fran on the back for good luck, but then quickly turns and goes to take a look at the gantry that will haul the sphere back out, happy to volunteer to work that machinery as it resembles the cranes used on the docks for loading ships. As well as defend against demon attack.
"Wait, what? No, no, no, no! I don't mean I dive alone! I mean with you!" Polly says in a bit of a panic. "You do the driving and the knowing stuff and doing stuff... I do the getting us the hell out if crap goes wrong!"
((Really, Polly just figures she will go to Dimension Door us out in case of emergency... If you've a different emergency exit then you going solo for the full time may be better.))
Adray stood back and listened and observed. This whole thing seemed so bizarre. He had never heard of a contraption that let you travel underwater, but then he had never heard of something like the Tormentor either.
"Well we gotta do something. The sooner its done the sooner we can be away from this odd River... and what's my role? Just protection detail?"
Fran would give Ordrag a firm nod of appreciation for his insight and the pat on the back for good luck. She knew she could definitely trust the sailors knowledge and experience with operation.
Stern and expressionless, Fran’s mouth would eventually crack into a small smirk just before she’d start to chuckle, then break out into a light laugh from Polly’s panic. She’d actually smile to the new tiefling. “Aye. I dinn’t even think about an escape route or communication teh be honest. Figured, can fix if things go wrong.” She’d shrug then scratch the back of her head. The artificer was also not willing to be the one to send anyone down the river. She also figured, she didn’t really have much to lose if she did lose her memory... As long as someone had eyes on Mooncolour and Lulu, Fran was content. She’d nod to Adray.
“Aight. So here’s a thought. How long’s it gunna take teh retrieve the rods? They bundled? They scattered?” The redhead would look expectantly towards Bazelsteen. “If scattered, an’ we double up, that’s approx 5 mins per rod not includin’ submersion. Yeah?” She’d look back to the others. “Think that’s ‘nough time?” Fran would pat her nose. “If not, we go 1? Full hour. Gives ‘fluff’ time for if shit hits teh fan.” She’d look to Polly again. Wanting to keep her considerations in mind, Fran would add. “Owis can still be communication?” But from inside the cab...
((I could send Owis down with Fran but familiars breath too? Maybe not as much but I dunno how much. He'd be good to communicate but that's all mostly, he couldn't Dimension Door anyone out. He could get out but not taking Fran. All in all I'm more worried about the sphere breaking off the crane and people being trapped and suffocating rather than leaks and touching the water... I think a teleport out down there is smart. Could always do two dips in if needed. Maybe Control Water would be enough to stage a rescue but Dimension Door is pretty much a guarantee. But Polly would leave the decision in Fran's hands...))
(I understand Kaegan :) Was definitely not saying it wasn’t a smart idea. If anything, the opposite. She was thankful for the offer of dimension door and communication. Fran was playing a little (she’s just a little coarse) and she’s just considering all angles she could think of. She wasn’t saying no or turning down the help. She was considering the time frame available and remembering we have Choir’s magic she offered too. Everyone’s opinion matters in the decision :) )
It sounds like three may be too many in the bathysphere, Choir notices, and with the device, her spells might not even be needed. "Control Water," she mentions. "In case of emergency.Animate Dead...tomorrow, if necessary. See those buttons? That for siphoning souls. Now, that levers over there? For the hand. Simple! Do not get these mixed up."
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Bazelsteen was patiently waiting for debates on the details of diving to end. When Fran and Polly were ready to enter the bathysphere, he opened the hatch and patted the side of the contraption: "Get inside and I'll move us to the spot. The rods were in a bag. Well, I did not exactly saw the rods, but that was the thing he dropped, and the thing you will search. Brown leather, metal buckles, you'll see if Hydroloths did not take it. If they did... Guess you will see too but then we can not do anything. If you do not see nothing... Try again? But my eyes never lied to me yet. I'll give you 15 minutes first."
Inside the bathysphere looks clean enough and has four “suction stations”, each one equipped with a chair and a button in front of it. Only one has those metal control levers for the "hand", though.
"Don't forget to suck me some souls, aye?" He was ready to close the hatch. "The rest of you - just stay back. Have not seen any demon for a couple days, nothing to worry about. Relax and wait."
Lulu forced herself from the spot where she froze watching Zariel's Fortress disappearing in the sky, and made a circle around the bathysphere, not touching it, though. Devil's barge kept her (and Mooncolor) on edge - both celestials tried their best to stay closer to the group and as far away as possible from the devils (a very difficult task considering surroundings).
OwImp have not found the other Imp yet, but could be at least sure, that whoever spy it was, it did not see former feymouse either.
Fran would reach a hand out with her best assured smile, “Ready?” She offered to help Polly into the cab. Once she was settled and comfortable with her new form in the space, the artificer would get in. Immediately she’d begin to familiarize herself with the controls. She’d give Belzesteen a thumbs up when Polly indicates she’s ready too.
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Seeing the barge, Ordrag felt a moment of excitement of once again being on board a water craft. But the trip up the Styx was anything but nostalgic. All the subtle sensations of being at sea were gone - no fresh salty air, no cry of the gulls, no vibrant blue waves with white foamy crests - only a horrific parody of each, with hot dry wind, distant screams and a sluggish river of blood. For the first time ever, Ordrag felt the desire to abandon his assigned duty, and 'jump ship' in a figurative sense. But there was nowhere to run to, and he had a crew that needed him, so he gritted his tusks, whispered an awkward prayer to Tyr, and prepared for whatever task would be required of him next.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Bazelsteen laughed screechy rusty laughter, spat the coal, threw a new one in the mouth and rubbed his hands excitedly. Kind hearten friendly devils is a rare breed and you had your suspicions when this one smiled wildly and made an inviting gesture: "Welcome to the docks. So, here for some diving, are we? Let me show you around - who knows, you might never get a chance to see it all again." With that reassuring invitation he turned and limped to the end of the rusty platform.
"Saw that citadel, that flew away? Zariel visited. Needed some fuel. And where do you think they take the fuel? Right here, that is where! The souls of the damned, straight from the River, best fuel one can hope for. Need more, though, and that's where you are coming in. Let me show you something."
By this time you all arrived to the end of the docks and were ushered to another barge. Hanging from the barge’s loading crane by a rusty chain is a ten-foot-diameter, spherical diving bell made of iron and glass. Suction tubes protrude from the diving bell’s lower hemisphere like flimsy arms. "My machine - made it all by myself!" (The pride of creator radiates from Bazelsteen like a hit from a forge) "This is how you can get down. That rods you are talking about? Saw where that stupid devil dropped them. Now, we go to the spot, some of you get inside, I'll lower you down and with that hand" (there indeed was a hand among the suction tubes) "you pick your rods up. And you take a few water samples for me on the go. How does it sound? Would even pay you for the samples."
The bathysphere looks large enough that can fit up to four of you inside it. It certainly was lowered into the "waters" at least once (judging by the sludge spots and other unpleasant substances and inclusions from the river on the surface of the machine). You can see a hatch, located in the bathysphere’s upper hemisphere and Bazelsteen assures you that the device is airtight and watertight. He is watching your reaction expectantly, probably waiting for a compliment.
The most interesting part about the bathysphere is the chain on the loading crane. It's about 50ft long but only 40ft are covered with sludge. If machine was used and got to the bottom - the River can not be deeper than that. Choir's spell (should it work) might be enough at least space-wise.
The devil rubbed his hands again: "So, who is diving?"
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"That is impressive looking... Fran, is that thing as impressive as it looks? It certainly looks fascinating." Polly rattles off, indeed sounding a bit impressed but perhaps with an undertone of suspicion. "Fran builds stuff too... Though she was thinking of building a dam with corpses and undead beavers, she never thought to make a waterproof ball. Did you, Fran?" Polly is hoping that her commentary will allow Fran to look the thing over without hurting the devil's pride.
"But I'm still confused... Why you need us when you got that thing?" Polly asks, walking around the things and giving it a twice over.
Polly will try out her new wings for the first time, or almost first time. She'll flutter up and look at the sphere from all angles, even flying up along the chain to inspect that closely. She doesn't really have an eye for this type of thing but she figures she may be able to see if anything is hugely wrong.
Meanwhile her familiar Owis, now in Imp form (Imp Owis? Owis Imp? Owimp??) slips invisibly out of Polly's quiver, in which he had been residing since their transformation. Invisibility was a new trait for him but it seemed to be the only new thing the familiar appreciated.
"Scout the area, find out everything you can," Polly instructs OwImp telepathically. "See who else is around, what they're doing, etc. See if there's any books or writing or anything and see what's on it. Basically be a spy, huh?"
"Don't wanna," OwImp grumps. "Wanna be me. Not this. Change me back."
"Just... Do it," Polly insists, unsure if the sigh came across telepathically or not.
"Don't wanna..."
"DO IT!" Apparently, Polly discovered, one could scream telepathically...
"Fine... fine. Don't have to be such a succubus about it!" OwImp sneered out, and took off flying. This new form, the wings, the arms and legs and tail... It was all wrong. He wasn't born to be this. He was a Fey Mouse not some mini devil spawn pet thing! He never agreed to any of this! I liked me better how I used to be, he thought. Liked you better that way too
"I heard that," Polly nagged, almost forgetting to do it telepathically. But only almost.
"Don't care..." OwImp answered then went silent while he scouted the area...
Polly watched through his eyes and saw what he saw. The Familiar would learn to appreciate his new form, Polly thought. Hoped. Believed. Or at least wanted to believe. Owis would learn to appreciate the Imp form, or the Pseudodragon form or maybe the Sprite or Quasit form. Eventually they would work out these new things and find their balance again, their friendship. If not... Well he would do what he was told.
Or else...
"No," Polly whispered to herself. "That was just a stray thought... I didn't mean that."
Fran would immediately pop a brow at Bazelsteen and his greeting. Her arms would immediately find their position crossed in front of her. She’d follow the devil on his tour, making mental notes as he prattled on. Zariel fuels her citadel here eh? Her eyes would glance to Lulu.
As soon as her eyes caught sight of the contraption at the barge, Fran was already eyeing it up. And when they’d get closer, she wasn’t shy to stride right up. And while Bazelsteen continued on excitedly explaining his rig, the artificer would bring a hand to her chin in thought. She’d nod along and point to Polly in agreement (‘cept damning the river with dead bodies, that’s all Choir) as she’d begin her portion of the discussion.
One thing was for sure, the girl could talk. And Fran would absolutely take advantage of the time and distraction their Polymorph was buying. The artificer would putter around and inspect the crane as expected. There were definitely a lot of things Polly brought to question that Fran would consider. Is it a quality build? Why isn’t he using his own lackies? There had to be some flaw or limitation. But you know who else might have a good eye to help her with this? Ordrag.
The redhead would look to the sailor and gesture with her chin towards Bazelsteen’s retreiving crane. “Whachya reckon?” Fran would rub her chin for a moment as she looked over the machine with Ordrag before glancing to the Styx and then back to the eager Bazelsteen. So, who is diving?
“Choir on ‘water duty’, Polly keep wit ‘Steen, Adray or Ordrag run teh contraption. An’ I dive.” Fran would toss her own preliminary thoughts and suggestions out to her companions. “Who not drivin’ or divin’ be wit Brutus on watch wit Moon and Lu.”
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At some point Polly lands and walks up next to Fran. In a conspiratorial whisper, while discussing who is going and staying, Polly says, "I should dive. If something goes wrong I can teleport myself and one other out... And can leave Owis up here so we've a line of communication between the teams."
Bazelsteen scratched his neck with the claw on his right wing and shrugged: "Don't need specifically you, but test subjects - drivers, I mean drivers as divers - are not that plentiful at the moment. You see, they have to be smart" (he looked at the group skeptically) "enough. But smart one are marched straight to the war, of course. May be you will catch some down there... We will see. And those here are guarding docks. What? You did not think demons just leave us alone? They come by the river after all and attack all they see."
Owis-OwImp could confirm that indeed there are some guarding devils around. Twelve barbed devils to be precise. Not that they overworked themselves (one seemed to sleep behind some crates, three were playing some kind of game involving several humanoid skulls and a few rocks) but some honestly (if lazily) were watching the surroundings. He also noticed an imp in the deep shadows but the imp disappeared so fast, that could pretty much be a hallucination.
"I calculated it's enough air for an hour. For one, that is. For two means half, of course. Took some times to count... Yes... But I am sure in the number now. Anyway, you two are going, right?" he looked the girls up and down approvingly. "See those buttons? That for siphoning souls. Now, that levers over there? For the hand. Simple!"
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Keep your eyes open, Polly instructs OwImp telepathically. No, it wasn't nothing. It was definitely something. Don't blame me, they're your eyes!! Yes you should go look for it... but from a distance. Don't look like you're looking for it. Yes, I know you're invisible... Just be casual... OwImp was not the most cooperative these days but he did finally agree to try to look for the imp he may or may not have seen.
Besides arguing with her familiar, Polly defers to Fran and her expertise. She'll of course go with if Fran thinks that best, and will thus pay attention to the tutorial.
Ordrag comes at Fran's beckoning and inspects the contraption. The bathysphere itself seems to be seaworthy, with no loose rivets or dodgy seals visible at first glance, but he gives it a thorough inspection (Investigation: 0, but if can add proficiency for water vehicles, then +2 to result).
A shiver goes up his spine at the thought of a watercraft that goes under the water... that's just not natural. Boats are supposed to float, not sink! And to be completed immersed in this river, with the crushing weight of all that liquid on top and around, with only the air inside the sphere to breathe... it's enough to give Ordrag a panic attack. He firmly slaps Fran on the back for good luck, but then quickly turns and goes to take a look at the gantry that will haul the sphere back out, happy to volunteer to work that machinery as it resembles the cranes used on the docks for loading ships. As well as defend against demon attack.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
“Aight. Fine. You dive then.” Fran would step back and find a spot out of the way to observe. She’d stand watch.
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"Wait, what? No, no, no, no! I don't mean I dive alone! I mean with you!" Polly says in a bit of a panic. "You do the driving and the knowing stuff and doing stuff... I do the getting us the hell out if crap goes wrong!"
((Really, Polly just figures she will go to Dimension Door us out in case of emergency... If you've a different emergency exit then you going solo for the full time may be better.))
Adray stood back and listened and observed. This whole thing seemed so bizarre. He had never heard of a contraption that let you travel underwater, but then he had never heard of something like the Tormentor either.
"Well we gotta do something. The sooner its done the sooner we can be away from this odd River... and what's my role? Just protection detail?"
Fran would give Ordrag a firm nod of appreciation for his insight and the pat on the back for good luck. She knew she could definitely trust the sailors knowledge and experience with operation.
Stern and expressionless, Fran’s mouth would eventually crack into a small smirk just before she’d start to chuckle, then break out into a light laugh from Polly’s panic. She’d actually smile to the new tiefling. “Aye. I dinn’t even think about an escape route or communication teh be honest. Figured, can fix if things go wrong.” She’d shrug then scratch the back of her head. The artificer was also not willing to be the one to send anyone down the river. She also figured, she didn’t really have much to lose if she did lose her memory... As long as someone had eyes on Mooncolour and Lulu, Fran was content. She’d nod to Adray.
“Aight. So here’s a thought. How long’s it gunna take teh retrieve the rods? They bundled? They scattered?” The redhead would look expectantly towards Bazelsteen. “If scattered, an’ we double up, that’s approx 5 mins per rod not includin’ submersion. Yeah?” She’d look back to the others. “Think that’s ‘nough time?” Fran would pat her nose. “If not, we go 1? Full hour. Gives ‘fluff’ time for if shit hits teh fan.” She’d look to Polly again. Wanting to keep her considerations in mind, Fran would add. “Owis can still be communication?” But from inside the cab...
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((I could send Owis down with Fran but familiars breath too? Maybe not as much but I dunno how much. He'd be good to communicate but that's all mostly, he couldn't Dimension Door anyone out. He could get out but not taking Fran. All in all I'm more worried about the sphere breaking off the crane and people being trapped and suffocating rather than leaks and touching the water... I think a teleport out down there is smart. Could always do two dips in if needed. Maybe Control Water would be enough to stage a rescue but Dimension Door is pretty much a guarantee. But Polly would leave the decision in Fran's hands...))
(I understand Kaegan :) Was definitely not saying it wasn’t a smart idea. If anything, the opposite. She was thankful for the offer of dimension door and communication. Fran was playing a little (she’s just a little coarse) and she’s just considering all angles she could think of. She wasn’t saying no or turning down the help. She was considering the time frame available and remembering we have Choir’s magic she offered too. Everyone’s opinion matters in the decision :) )
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((Alrighty, no worries... Just wanted to be sure I was clear. All good...))
Adray asks, "what about our sleeping orb. Would that keep water out? Is that a think that could be put around the device?"
It sounds like three may be too many in the bathysphere, Choir notices, and with the device, her spells might not even be needed. "Control Water," she mentions. "In case of emergency. Animate Dead...tomorrow, if necessary. See those buttons? That for siphoning souls. Now, that levers over there? For the hand. Simple! Do not get these mixed up."
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Polly looks to Adray. "Do you mean the tiny hut I would summon to protect us? I'm afraid I no longer have access to that working..."
Turning to Choir, Polly will smile and say "Keep your water control ready. Never know what emergencies may arise..."
Bazelsteen was patiently waiting for debates on the details of diving to end. When Fran and Polly were ready to enter the bathysphere, he opened the hatch and patted the side of the contraption: "Get inside and I'll move us to the spot. The rods were in a bag. Well, I did not exactly saw the rods, but that was the thing he dropped, and the thing you will search. Brown leather, metal buckles, you'll see if Hydroloths did not take it. If they did... Guess you will see too but then we can not do anything. If you do not see nothing... Try again? But my eyes never lied to me yet. I'll give you 15 minutes first."
Inside the bathysphere looks clean enough and has four “suction stations”, each one equipped with a chair and a button in front of it. Only one has those metal control levers for the "hand", though.
"Don't forget to suck me some souls, aye?" He was ready to close the hatch. "The rest of you - just stay back. Have not seen any demon for a couple days, nothing to worry about. Relax and wait."
Lulu forced herself from the spot where she froze watching Zariel's Fortress disappearing in the sky, and made a circle around the bathysphere, not touching it, though. Devil's barge kept her (and Mooncolor) on edge - both celestials tried their best to stay closer to the group and as far away as possible from the devils (a very difficult task considering surroundings).
OwImp have not found the other Imp yet, but could be at least sure, that whoever spy it was, it did not see former feymouse either.
(Ready to go?)
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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Fran would reach a hand out with her best assured smile, “Ready?” She offered to help Polly into the cab. Once she was settled and comfortable with her new form in the space, the artificer would get in. Immediately she’d begin to familiarize herself with the controls. She’d give Belzesteen a thumbs up when Polly indicates she’s ready too.
just an unstable unicorn.