D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly
A small monkey has been tailing Miss Imogen for a few days, leaping on her shoulder and taking nuts and small pieces of frut that she offers it. It's not much, and indeed the creature seems jealous of Weed, and his place in the group.
Within a day, tough she has it fetching twigs that she drops, bringing them back for her to toss into the foliage again. Sometimes she takes a rock and chills it, which makes the monkey do a little laugh -- kak-ak-ak-ak -- before bringing it back to her.
Repairs are proceeding, but the work she's doing mending the sail is inelegant, and she senses it is below the Captain's expectations. The needle that they use on the sail is long hair pins that has been repurposed, but there's only one. When it drops, seeming lost forever in the foliage below, it's the monkey that goes to fetch it and brings it back to her
[ooc: animal handling 1d20+4= 14.]
She finds she's able to use the cold she summons to keep the canvas stiff as she sews, and it helps the work along.
[ooc: Mage Hand, as needed.]
Within a day, tough she has it fetching twigs that she drops, bringing them back for her to toss into the foliage again. Sometimes she takes a rock and chills it, which makes the monkey do a little laugh -- kak-ak-ak-ak -- before bringing it back to her.
Repairs are proceeding, but the work she's doing mending the sail is inelegant, and she senses it is below the Captain's expectations. The needle that they use on the sail is long hair pins that has been repurposed, but there's only one. When it drops, seeming lost forever in the foliage below, it's the monkey that goes to fetch it and brings it back to her
[ooc: animal handling 1d20+4= 14.]
She finds she's able to use the cold she summons to keep the canvas stiff as she sews, and it helps the work along.
[ooc: Mage Hand, as needed.]
FitzTheRuke
Legend
With the care of the healers, both magical and mundane, and the restorative nature of Dellrak's berries, the crew of the Star Goddess quickly regained their health. The Sticks were impressed with the general competence of the crew, once they were well. Miss Imogen and her new monkey (wingless, alas, but clever) helped the sewers as they worked on the balloon.
The tabaxi followed Rodrigo's advice, and they used wood salvaged from the abandoned midsection of the ship, now nearly completely taken apart, to wedge the stern-section in place, and to lever a portion of the hull off of where the control rod had been pinned. As the hull moved, Dellrack crammed himself under, perched on a branch that he determined solid enough for the job. But as the tabaxi levered the hull up and away, Dellrak saw too late that the branch was, in fact, broken by the wreck and only held in place by the smallest sliver of wood, and by its resting the other end on a now-gone piece of ship.
The branch fell away. As Dellrak dropped, he could see the rod - a length of silver two feet long, engraved with runes. He reached for the device with one hand and heroically found a hanging vine with the other. He dropped about six feet, and swung dangling in the air, cursing. He was fine, for the moment, but the tabaxi could not keep the hull in place (and now it was above him). They began to drop the heavy weight back down, but the branch had been key in keeping it in place, and it rolled to one side.
Now there was nothing anyone could do to stop it from falling. It would have certainly taken Dellrak with it, but Harb and Rodrigo formed an arm-chain, and they pulled him back in to the tree as the stern-section fell past with a terrible crash. Birds flew away from nearby trees and somewhere not far away (though thankfully not close by) a very large beast roared defiantly, as if the sound had been some sort of challenge.
The tabaxi followed Rodrigo's advice, and they used wood salvaged from the abandoned midsection of the ship, now nearly completely taken apart, to wedge the stern-section in place, and to lever a portion of the hull off of where the control rod had been pinned. As the hull moved, Dellrack crammed himself under, perched on a branch that he determined solid enough for the job. But as the tabaxi levered the hull up and away, Dellrak saw too late that the branch was, in fact, broken by the wreck and only held in place by the smallest sliver of wood, and by its resting the other end on a now-gone piece of ship.
The branch fell away. As Dellrak dropped, he could see the rod - a length of silver two feet long, engraved with runes. He reached for the device with one hand and heroically found a hanging vine with the other. He dropped about six feet, and swung dangling in the air, cursing. He was fine, for the moment, but the tabaxi could not keep the hull in place (and now it was above him). They began to drop the heavy weight back down, but the branch had been key in keeping it in place, and it rolled to one side.
Now there was nothing anyone could do to stop it from falling. It would have certainly taken Dellrak with it, but Harb and Rodrigo formed an arm-chain, and they pulled him back in to the tree as the stern-section fell past with a terrible crash. Birds flew away from nearby trees and somewhere not far away (though thankfully not close by) a very large beast roared defiantly, as if the sound had been some sort of challenge.
Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
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Myrral is happy that everything went well and checked that no one is hurt before running off into the jungle to check the noise. They don't need something big stalking them or climbing up while they aren't ready to go and with most of the tribe not being good at climbing.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Myrral and the tabaxi hunters carefully stalked a very large, flightless bird-like beast (a t-rex) until it moved off into the jungle. This was a task that they were used to - similar creatures were often spotted near their village. Thankfully, the beast's usual prey was larger, and it saw the tabaxi as not worth the effort (if it saw them at all, which it probably didn't).
When they returned to the site of the wreck, they were happy to see that the captain had used the rod's magical properties to inflate the balloon and to animate the oar-flags. The newly-named Little Star was ready to fly an hour later. It was late afternoon, but the Halruaan crew seemed confident that they could navigate at night.
In spite of the event that had led to their wreck, they believed that they were safer in the air than on the ground. (Nowhere was particularly safe in Chult, after all.) In the event, they were right: They took the Little Star high into the air, and Qawasha was able to determine the direction of Omu as he believed his vision (granted to him by Ubtao) had shown.
As the sun dropped in the east, the ship raised even higher into the air, held aloft by the balloon's magic. The oar-flags swiveled in their mounts, "rowing" the ship in that direction. The sight was breathtaking and the air, though still warm, was cooler than any they had felt since the sticks had arrived on the peninsula. (The tabaxi found it a bit cold, and their fur fluffed up - an experience they found unusual).
The overall feeling was one of elation - this was surely the life.
When they returned to the site of the wreck, they were happy to see that the captain had used the rod's magical properties to inflate the balloon and to animate the oar-flags. The newly-named Little Star was ready to fly an hour later. It was late afternoon, but the Halruaan crew seemed confident that they could navigate at night.
In spite of the event that had led to their wreck, they believed that they were safer in the air than on the ground. (Nowhere was particularly safe in Chult, after all.) In the event, they were right: They took the Little Star high into the air, and Qawasha was able to determine the direction of Omu as he believed his vision (granted to him by Ubtao) had shown.
As the sun dropped in the east, the ship raised even higher into the air, held aloft by the balloon's magic. The oar-flags swiveled in their mounts, "rowing" the ship in that direction. The sight was breathtaking and the air, though still warm, was cooler than any they had felt since the sticks had arrived on the peninsula. (The tabaxi found it a bit cold, and their fur fluffed up - an experience they found unusual).
The overall feeling was one of elation - this was surely the life.
Miss Imogen had never been so high in the air, and the cool wind blew through her hair as she stood by the bowsprit. She found herself coughing occasionally -- she had become used to the oppressive heat, and her lungs were unused to the freshness. As she pulled her hands back from the gunwales, a rime of frost was left behind, but she did not notice. As they descended to a lower level she felt refreshed, and sat down on the deck to restore what arrows she could.
Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Rodrigo looked at the open horizons with a great feeling of satisfaction. This was it - this was the way they could avoid the jungle dangers... but also, this was the future. These airships were incredible.
Nearby , Qawasha, inhaled deeply - a faint smell of the jungle could still be detected, mostly leaves and bark, a lot less humid than on the ground floor, very pleasant. He looked around to see if Ubtao would open his eyes again and show him more.
Nearby , Qawasha, inhaled deeply - a faint smell of the jungle could still be detected, mostly leaves and bark, a lot less humid than on the ground floor, very pleasant. He looked around to see if Ubtao would open his eyes again and show him more.
Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Used to heights (true, not these heights), tabaxi were more fascinated by the cold and their reaction to it. While not unknown, after all they had magic, it was unusual to feel it for extended period and over the whole body. Soon after, the novelty wore off and poor cats huddled together under some tarp in quiet misery.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Qawasha watched again (as he had seen from the top of the Heart of Ubtao, but now from much closer) as one of the Peaks of Flame erupted, sending an enormous burning rock flying many miles through the air to land in the jungle, creating a burning scar in the foliage. At first he thought that the event had happened twice. After a moment, he realized that it was the exact same event as before - and it had not happened at all. Or more precisely, not any time recently.
As the days passed (three of them), he saw the event twice more, and each time the jungle grew over the scar as his vision cleared. As they came to the spot where the rock had landed, they found a deep depression in the rain forest. Inside, they could see the ruins of a dead city enclosed by hundred-foot high sheer cliffs. Run-down buildings and stone boulevards rose like ghosts from the floor of a misty basin.
The mists were caused by a waterfall which poured into the depression, creating a swollen river that flooded parts of the city before draining into a deep rift that was filled with molten lava. A ruined palace stood just a few hundred feet from the edge of the steaming abyss. The basin was surrounded by featureless, seemingly endless jungle.
"Ubtao be praised!" breathed the Druid, "We have found the Lost City of Omu!"
As the days passed (three of them), he saw the event twice more, and each time the jungle grew over the scar as his vision cleared. As they came to the spot where the rock had landed, they found a deep depression in the rain forest. Inside, they could see the ruins of a dead city enclosed by hundred-foot high sheer cliffs. Run-down buildings and stone boulevards rose like ghosts from the floor of a misty basin.
The mists were caused by a waterfall which poured into the depression, creating a swollen river that flooded parts of the city before draining into a deep rift that was filled with molten lava. A ruined palace stood just a few hundred feet from the edge of the steaming abyss. The basin was surrounded by featureless, seemingly endless jungle.
"Ubtao be praised!" breathed the Druid, "We have found the Lost City of Omu!"
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gargoyleking
Adventurer
Harb seemed to be taking the flight well despite never having known such heights before. He didn't take any undue chances, but he seemed able to keep his balance on tge moving craft well enough, after a short bout of motion sickness from the strange way the airship tended to move, quite unlike even the ship upon which they had arrived upon thos region.
He noted Qawasha's reaction to the event happening and tried each time to see what the druid had, to no avail. In the end, he decided it was a spiritual experience for the druid and left it at that. But as they found the ruined city, the monk paid rapt attention, trying to imagine what sorts of deaths might have transpired in such a place. At one point, he noticed a single building standing on a small plateau surrounded by the lava. He wasn't quite why it attracted his attention, pergaps the pure oddity of the sight, but he pointed it out to the others.
"That building may be special, would there be any way for us to stop and investigate it by chance?"
He noted Qawasha's reaction to the event happening and tried each time to see what the druid had, to no avail. In the end, he decided it was a spiritual experience for the druid and left it at that. But as they found the ruined city, the monk paid rapt attention, trying to imagine what sorts of deaths might have transpired in such a place. At one point, he noticed a single building standing on a small plateau surrounded by the lava. He wasn't quite why it attracted his attention, pergaps the pure oddity of the sight, but he pointed it out to the others.
"That building may be special, would there be any way for us to stop and investigate it by chance?"
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