Re: Chapter 15.1: A Sky Full of Clouds for a Roof
OOC: I guess now's not the best time to mention that Murphy can't climb?
"Oh, Jesus... that is steep..." Murphy whispers and crosses himself.
What ye gonna do now, lad?
Can't let Carl go alone down there... I'm the one who talked him into it. the Irishman mutters.
He wipes his sweaty hands on his shirt, then gets the rope and ties it around a trustworthy enough looking rock.
He crosses himself and gingerly lowers himself over the ledge.
14:41, Today: Mad Irish Murphy rolled 9,1 using d4-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of (4+4+3)11,3. Climbing, unskilled, white chip 2.
14:41, Today: Mad Irish Murphy rolled -1,0 using d4-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 1,2. Climbing, unskilled, white chip.
14:40, Today: Mad Irish Murphy rolled 0,2 using d4-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 2,4. Climbing, unskilled.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" He exclaims as his arms have to carry the full weight of his body and in a sudden surge of panic he kicks with his feet against the wall, causing a small avalanche of pebbles to rain down on Carl.
"Now look what you've done, you fool!" he mutters to himself and takes a few deep breaths, counting slowly to 10, then he descends, slowly, but steadily.
He's shaking and his shirt his wet from sweat by the time he's down, but he made it.