Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
White Dwarf Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Nest
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
EN Publishing
Twitter
BlueSky
Facebook
Instagram
EN World
BlueSky
YouTube
Facebook
Twitter
Twitch
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Community
Playing the Game
Play by Post
The Psionicle, Part XI
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="GnomeWorks" data-source="post: 1734340" data-attributes="member: 162"><p><strong>Arrival at the Lost Isle</strong></p><p></p><p>The ship sails through the lower clouds, though the dwarf manages to keep the ship out of most of them. The air up here is chilly, and somewhat thin; breathing is slightly more difficult than normal. Thranos and Grakyl, however, seem used to such conditions, and don't seem adversely affected.</p><p></p><p>Eventually, shortly after the sun sets and the two moons rise, you can see the Lost Isle: it glistens in the moonlight, and it appears to be covered in either ice or glass. Regardless of what covers it, it looks very forboding - the northern shore appears to be more of a low cliff than a shore, all sharp points and edges.</p><p></p><p>Strangely enough, you notice signs of civilization: what looks like a roughly-hewn wooden dock extends a small distance into the water, and there are what look like wooden buildings in a small flat region not far from the dock.</p><p></p><p>"We'll lan' there." Thranos says, pointing to the buildings.</p><p></p><p>Pulling the wheel back and tilting it towards himself, the ship slows and takes a sudden, steep plunge for the buildings below, causing the wind to rush by much faster than before. Grakyl yells something high-pitched in a language you don't understand, but Thranos nods, and tilts the wheel away; the ship's descent becomes more controlled, and then slowly rights itself, though it is now a small distance away from the concentration of buildings.</p><p></p><p>The roar of the engine dulls, and the ship sets down slowly into the ice-covered snow of the Lost Isle. The ship shakes slightly as it finally settles into the ground, and then all is quiet.</p><p></p><p>The ship has landed in a small field, roughly one-hundred feet from the closest - and largest - of the buildings, of which there are four or five. The cold here is biting, much more chill than the air above. There is no wind to speak of, but the drifts scattered throughout the field that this is not always the case.</p><p></p><p>"Quite a landin', eh?" Thranos says, and laughs.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="GnomeWorks, post: 1734340, member: 162"] [b]Arrival at the Lost Isle[/b] The ship sails through the lower clouds, though the dwarf manages to keep the ship out of most of them. The air up here is chilly, and somewhat thin; breathing is slightly more difficult than normal. Thranos and Grakyl, however, seem used to such conditions, and don't seem adversely affected. Eventually, shortly after the sun sets and the two moons rise, you can see the Lost Isle: it glistens in the moonlight, and it appears to be covered in either ice or glass. Regardless of what covers it, it looks very forboding - the northern shore appears to be more of a low cliff than a shore, all sharp points and edges. Strangely enough, you notice signs of civilization: what looks like a roughly-hewn wooden dock extends a small distance into the water, and there are what look like wooden buildings in a small flat region not far from the dock. "We'll lan' there." Thranos says, pointing to the buildings. Pulling the wheel back and tilting it towards himself, the ship slows and takes a sudden, steep plunge for the buildings below, causing the wind to rush by much faster than before. Grakyl yells something high-pitched in a language you don't understand, but Thranos nods, and tilts the wheel away; the ship's descent becomes more controlled, and then slowly rights itself, though it is now a small distance away from the concentration of buildings. The roar of the engine dulls, and the ship sets down slowly into the ice-covered snow of the Lost Isle. The ship shakes slightly as it finally settles into the ground, and then all is quiet. The ship has landed in a small field, roughly one-hundred feet from the closest - and largest - of the buildings, of which there are four or five. The cold here is biting, much more chill than the air above. There is no wind to speak of, but the drifts scattered throughout the field that this is not always the case. "Quite a landin', eh?" Thranos says, and laughs. [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Play by Post
The Psionicle, Part XI
Top