W3: The Eidolon (Bront Judging)
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OOC: Monastery it is, then. However, it should be noted that the monastery is very old, and it is not being defended by monks or anything silly like that. It's just a building that was once used as a monastery. If that changes where you want to go, lemme know.
In any case, I take it you're landing near the black pit.
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The Majestic gets close to the black pit, before being hit by a blast of wind that knocks the ship up at least twenty feet. Graff curses loudly, and a score of men organizes by Rukus start manipulating sails in whatever way possible to secure the ship.
It soons begin to drop, foot by foot, but the screaming wind is intense. A heat wave from the fires hits you, along with the buffeting tempest. As you get closer and closer to the ground, you can make out the bodies that litter the field nearby - elite hobgoblin soldiers, armed in the same uniform, mixed in with the bodies of (mostly) human bandits and criminals.
Nearby, the black pit stabs into the earth, an inky point of darkness from which only the screaming wind escapes.
When you are only thirty feet above the ground, the Majestic barely able to remain stable in the updraft that shoots out of the pit. Graff quickly orders the ropes to be lowered, and grins at you wickedly.
"Time to take the plunge!" he shouts.
Rukus runs up to you, as you get ready to jump down. "Find out where the Eidolon's heading, and figure out what went wrong!" He howls over the wind, before handing each of you what appears to be a cigar wrapped in red papers.
"We'll be trying to pick up some of the women and kids! When you need to be picked up, break one of these and toss it up in the air. It'll make a flash of light, and then make some smoke. Then make your way back to the pit, so we can pick you up!"
Suddenly, the whole ship shakes, dropping another five feet. Graff is obviously having a difficult time keeping the ship stable in the dangerous updraft. "Dont' worry", Rukus says, winking at you, "I'll keep him helping out the poor wimmin. Do my best, at least."
the ropes beckon. There is very little time. You're going to have to get down there, and fast. Looking at the field of bodies, you wonder what it is you're jumping into...
OOC: Climb checks, or whatever else you want to do to get down.
In any case, I take it you're landing near the black pit.
***
The Majestic gets close to the black pit, before being hit by a blast of wind that knocks the ship up at least twenty feet. Graff curses loudly, and a score of men organizes by Rukus start manipulating sails in whatever way possible to secure the ship.
It soons begin to drop, foot by foot, but the screaming wind is intense. A heat wave from the fires hits you, along with the buffeting tempest. As you get closer and closer to the ground, you can make out the bodies that litter the field nearby - elite hobgoblin soldiers, armed in the same uniform, mixed in with the bodies of (mostly) human bandits and criminals.
Nearby, the black pit stabs into the earth, an inky point of darkness from which only the screaming wind escapes.
When you are only thirty feet above the ground, the Majestic barely able to remain stable in the updraft that shoots out of the pit. Graff quickly orders the ropes to be lowered, and grins at you wickedly.
"Time to take the plunge!" he shouts.
Rukus runs up to you, as you get ready to jump down. "Find out where the Eidolon's heading, and figure out what went wrong!" He howls over the wind, before handing each of you what appears to be a cigar wrapped in red papers.
"We'll be trying to pick up some of the women and kids! When you need to be picked up, break one of these and toss it up in the air. It'll make a flash of light, and then make some smoke. Then make your way back to the pit, so we can pick you up!"
Suddenly, the whole ship shakes, dropping another five feet. Graff is obviously having a difficult time keeping the ship stable in the dangerous updraft. "Dont' worry", Rukus says, winking at you, "I'll keep him helping out the poor wimmin. Do my best, at least."
the ropes beckon. There is very little time. You're going to have to get down there, and fast. Looking at the field of bodies, you wonder what it is you're jumping into...
OOC: Climb checks, or whatever else you want to do to get down.
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