Ptolus: The Prison of the Sahuagin Queen

[Voadam]

Garn stops dead in his tracks and whips out his beat stick. "What the !@#$?" He says in disbelief at coming out from a wet underground passageway under the coastal city of Ptolus and into a desert. He turns back around to look back the way they came.

"What. The. !@#$." He repeats in case his companions did not hear the first time.

 

[Erekose13]

"Indeed. I concur. What the !@#$" says Maugra, using language that she rarely does.

 

[Cthulhudrew]

Vanden halts in his progress, momentarily shaken by the sudden change in environment. "This cannot be real," he murmurs. Kneeling, he tests the texture of the sand, grabbing a fistful and letting it seep through his fingers. "Garnet," he calls to his sorcerous companion, "Are you able to detect any magical workings? Perhaps this is but a phantasm, or hallucination?"

As he says this, he carefully moves forwards, arms outstretched as if feeling for a wall or barrier, perhaps hidden beneath illusion.

[sblock=ooc]Is there a visible/tangible change in heat that would accompany a desert environment? Anything visible behind us through the doorway? Or did that disappear as well?[/sblock]

 

[Voadam]

Garn's ears prick up as he listens hard.


ooc ever suspicious just in case there is a hidden assailant moving in on us Garn listens for one.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The air is dry here, as the group might expect, but it is not as hot as they've been told deserts typically are -- although the Cold Desert of Palastan is said to be cool but dry, the result of some long-ago disaster that turned the lizardfolk into refugees in Ptolus and elsewhere -- but the sun is still low in the sky, and it could get hotter as it rises.

Behind them, shimmering in the distance, appears to be the door the group entered through, but it is miles away at a minimum. Looking the other direction, the door the group was headed toward is likewise miles away, albeit closer than the door that moments ago was just behind them.

Vanden takes several steps, arms outstretched, but his hands encounter only dry air and a gritty breeze.

 

[Trollbabe]

Garnet looks about his new surroundings and stares in awe. The young boy has never been outside the city's walls and now stands in the vast open space of a desert. Illusion or otherwise he lets it soak in a moment. Then to Vanden's request he closes his eyes to focus himself and then channels a spell through his body... reaching out and feeling for any nearby magic auras. (Detect Magic)

 

[Erekose13]

"I suppose putting a sahuagin out in the middle of a desert would certainly keep her imprisoned." offers Maugra.

 

[Cthulhudrew]

"I suppose putting a sahuagin out in the middle of a desert would certainly keep her imprisoned." offers Maugra.

"That is a very good point," Vanden comments, still dubious. "The presence of the door in the distance seems to indicate this isn't her prison, but it would certainly be a deterrent to her escape."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The desert seems magical, but it is the magic of a magical landscape, and not of an illusion, as far as Garnet can tell.

 

[Voadam]

Garn squints at the bright sunlight. The sun's glare brings one out in him as well. In the weird circumstances his danger sense is triggered and he is primed for something to jump out in ambush, whether from under the sand or invisibly or what he does not know, but he expects it in his bones. He proceeds forward warily, beat stick out and ready.