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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6835891" data-attributes="member: 6696971">[sblock]You guys are good to go with your 2 AG spent for the rappel, harness, swiss seat system.&nbsp; Saerie would be able to manage that no problem.&nbsp; You preemptively addressed any misgivings that Leonel may have and Rawr would naturally accommodate this situation, so no need for an Order Followers move.[/sblock]Leonel sets his feet at the base of the hewn block wall and the rope system is anchored by Rawr.&nbsp; The gravity shift when you cross the threshold is momentarily disorienting, but your combined agility and the complementary work of your comrades up top relatively trivialize the effort as you rappel down, down, down into the close-quarters blackness.Degobah.That is what it looks like when you cross-over.Hanging in mid-air from an unseen dimensional rift, you survey a fog-shrouded landscape of mire.&nbsp; A singular moon gazes down at you from a starless sky.&nbsp; The stench of putrid detritus hangs thick in the air.&nbsp; The humidity is oppressive and the relentless sound of unseen, very large, buzzing insects would be unnerving to all but the most stalwart of hearts.&nbsp; Where the low foliage peaks out of the thick cloak of yellow mist you can see the slimy black of low-slung Cypress, clothed in all manner of vines, gnarly moss, and over-sized fungus.&nbsp; Where it is not claustrophobic, it is utterly bleak and barren.&nbsp; Such is the case directly below you, some forty feet to the top of the fog-bank and perhaps another five to ten feet to the ground.&nbsp; The only other light beyond the moon is a singular, unmoving mote drenched in the blanketing fog.&nbsp; It is not far from the ground and within shouting range (Far) where this barren stretch meets a stand of Cypress trees.&nbsp; The sound of humanoid murmuring and the clatter of carpentry rings out from that area.&nbsp; The rounded cone of a thatched roof pokes out of the fog.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6835891, member: 6696971"] [sblock]You guys are good to go with your 2 AG spent for the rappel, harness, swiss seat system. Saerie would be able to manage that no problem. You preemptively addressed any misgivings that Leonel may have and Rawr would naturally accommodate this situation, so no need for an Order Followers move.[/sblock] Leonel sets his feet at the base of the hewn block wall and the rope system is anchored by Rawr. The gravity shift when you cross the threshold is momentarily disorienting, but your combined agility and the complementary work of your comrades up top relatively trivialize the effort as you rappel down, down, down into the close-quarters blackness. Degobah. That is what it looks like when you cross-over. Hanging in mid-air from an unseen dimensional rift, you survey a fog-shrouded landscape of mire. A singular moon gazes down at you from a starless sky. The stench of putrid detritus hangs thick in the air. The humidity is oppressive and the relentless sound of unseen, very large, buzzing insects would be unnerving to all but the most stalwart of hearts. Where the low foliage peaks out of the thick cloak of yellow mist you can see the slimy black of low-slung Cypress, clothed in all manner of vines, gnarly moss, and over-sized fungus. Where it is not claustrophobic, it is utterly bleak and barren. Such is the case directly below you, some forty feet to the top of the fog-bank and perhaps another five to ten feet to the ground. The only other light beyond the moon is a singular, unmoving mote drenched in the blanketing fog. It is not far from the ground and within shouting range (Far) where this barren stretch meets a stand of Cypress trees. The sound of humanoid murmuring and the clatter of carpentry rings out from that area. The rounded cone of a thatched roof pokes out of the fog. [/QUOTE]

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