Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm

[Bannock]

Bannock relaxes a clenched jaw as Hrimr's healing spells make the pain subside.

"Foolish? The big spider's dead, yeah?"

He waves Arnir off.

"No need to trouble him Arnir, if the little guy hadn't 'o finished the monster, the rest of us would have done it proper quick. Not that you don't have the right of it. That was a nice hammer swing Hrimr, but I'll wager I could have hit as hard with my glaive one handed while bleeding out of both armpits. Har!"

Bannock motions into the dearly departed spider's now vacant lair.

"Since I volunteered for spidey-chew-toy duty, I think I'll leave the chasm-jumping for the rest of you."

 

[Adjuntive]

Alric rises from his battle stance, continuing to hold aloft his glowing sword, and seems relieved by the giant beast finally being dead. He walks up to Bannock and looks grimly down at the three pairs of fang punctures leaking sickly sweet smelling blood from Bannock's torso, "That was rash my friend." After a small pause, "rash, but likely true. It struck as if it waited for you to pass," then shakes his head wearily and his voice becomes harsh and irritated, though it sounds like the irritation is strained as if fondness and admiration were mixed within. "Though the next time you do something so brain-addled, even if you were to survive, I'll kill you myself."

Alric walks out to F15 and looks out through the illumination of his sword into the part of the room containing the sarcophagus. "Even with a solid running start, I would be extremely pressed to make such a leap. Not with all this gear and armor at least."

 

[The Bashar]

Hrimr steps up beside Alric and surveys the spider's lair.

"The floor is still covered in webbing we could climb down and then climb up the side of the stone mount. Or we can go back to the caved in hallway. Someone can help me drag a stone down here and I can fashion us a bridge to get us across. I vote for the second option, less jumping and potential falling."

 

[Adjuntive]

Alric raises an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic ingenuity of the druid. Then shrugs,

			likes that spell, doesn't he?

Alric follows the druid back to the caved in part of the hallway trying to find an intact stone of sufficient size he can carry the distance. Should he find one, he attempts to heft it and carry it to the spider lair for Hrimr to fashion his bridge.

OOC: strength check coming...

 

[fromage67]

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North Harbour - Lyceum

As you are walking out of the chamber, Theal adds one further statement: "Oh and Lars, I have something I would like you to do tonight. I would like you to try and control your own dreams. If your link indeed stems from them, then you should have the power to shape them. It may take time, but you may be surprised at what you can learn. Good night."

Lars rubs at his eyes, looking forward to a hot meal and and a long sleep. "Thanks, Theal. I can't really remember a person in my life who has shared information so openly. I will do as you ask, and try to shape my dreams, if they come. I'll let you know how it goes."

Lars shuffles to Baba Gerty's kitchen and orders two bowls of her thick beet soup. He then heads home, hoping that his friends will have returned.

 

[Gregor]

GM: Alric, Hrimr, don't worry about strength checks. I'll assume that you guys can work together to carry/drag a stone of sufficient size down from a cave in to the lair.

 

[The Bashar]

Hrimr helps Alric carry the stone back down into the spiders layer. He somewhat sheepishly walks up to Arnir.

"Uhh...Arnir would you mind giving me a hand with the dimensions? I know how long it has to be."

Hrimr motions with his hands at the gap.

"About twenty feet. I was thinking of making it about four feet across. How thick should it be? I'm not that good with numbers..."

 

[Gregor]

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Seaquen - North Harbour

Lars, when you arrive home, exhausted and full of beet soup, you notice a slim person standing with a lantern and attempting to peer into the front window of your home. You can see his features in the lantern light and notice that he is of mixed elven and human decent and he is dressed in fine clothing: velvet doublet, sable gloves and a feathered hat. When he sees you approach, he bows low and says: "Ah, a master of the house no doubt! My name is Edmond Merrywinter. Apologies for appearing unannounced on your threshold, but I am in search of a resident here." He pauses to remove a bundle of parchment from inside is doublet and he leafs through with some concentration. "Ah yes, here it is. I am looking for an Arnir of the House Bowflight. Would you happen to be an acquaintance of his?"

 

[digimattic]

Arnir eyes Hrmir uncertainly, not sure if he's being mocked before beginning slowly.
"Well....to begin with, I'm a little unclear as to why you needed to drag that rock in here"

Tapping his foot on the stone pier he asks "Couldn't you have just used the very floor upon which we stand?" Shaking his head he says "No matter, I do not understand your art...Figures are another thing all together."

As he speaks, he begins to motion with his hands and slowly a crude looking miniature of the stone bridge swirls into existence, floating over his hand. "It seems to me that the gap is about 10 feet wide. A bridge 15' long, 1 foot thick and another foot wide should be sufficient for our purposes." His eyes twinkle as he looks over at the golden sarcophagus.... "Is that possible?"

 

[The Bashar]

Arnir eyes Hrmir uncertainly, not sure if he's being mocked before beginning slowly.
"Well....to begin with, I'm a little unclear as to why you needed to drag that rock in here"

Tapping his foot on the stone pier he asks "Couldn't you have just used the very floor upon which we stand?" Shaking his head he says "No matter, I do not understand your art...Figures are another thing all together."

As he speaks, he begins to motion with his hands and slowly a crude looking miniature of the stone bridge swirls into existence, floating over his hand. "It seems to me that the gap is about 10 feet wide. A bridge 15' long, 1 foot thick and another foot wide should be sufficient for our purposes." His eyes twinkle as he looks over at the golden sarcophagus.... "Is that possible?"

"I need to shape the stone from its most basic shape. The floor already has been shaped by the Yuan Ti that lived here.

I think one foot wide might be too narrow for some of us to walk across, myself included. I think it should be at least 4 to 5 feet wide."

OOC: Once Arnrir gives dimensions Hrimr will cast Stone Shape andbegin to craft the crude bridge.