DudeMan McBro
GM, 42 posts DudeBro McMan BroMan McDude Mon 2 Dec 2019 at 19:45 | Session 1: Search for the TabletOur heroes stand near a strange fragmented dome like building, all made of interlocking shapes and completely made of a milky, crystalline looking material, some white, some yellow, some orange. Prismatic vines grow around it, and have climbed up it as if nature was trying to reclaim this part of wilderness. At first glance there seems to be only one dark entrance.
What do you do?
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Istvan
player, 21 posts Human Music-Mage/Harpist HP: 3/3 Mon 2 Dec 2019 at 22:17 | Session 1: Search for the Tablet
Attempting to use common sense, experience, and instinct, Istvan inspects the exterior of the structure. Hes looking to make sure there's not any other entrance, but he's also looking for any chinks in the outside that might let him peek inside and get a preview of what's in there... and he's careful to watch for any footsteps or tracks (especially if they lead inside or are coming from inside)...
The steps he took regarding these tasks came from habits formed when he was living on the streets of the city... knowing whether or not there was anyone squatting inside a building-- and what mood they might be in-- could sometimes be very important to a young boy trying not to starve nor freeze to death...
(Istvan's Wisdom score: 11.
16:16, Today: Istvan rolled 9 using 1d20 ((9)).
Rolled under!)
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DudeMan McBro
GM, 45 posts DudeBro McMan BroMan McDude Wed 4 Dec 2019 at 13:19 | Session 1: Search for the TabletWhile perhaps not at home in nature, the city jungles have thought you a thing or two! For example, clear tracks suddenly stopping before the main entrance of the building make your ambush senses tingle! Wether or not it is an actual ambush, being careful around that entrance would be key to your survival you think.
As for inspecting the rest of the building you found that it is old enough to be eroded here and there. Climbing it would not be impossible, since there would be enough of the crystalline material that has eroded and overgrown with vines to form natural handholds and foot supports. It would make able to look at the top of the dome. Seeing the segmented nature of the building, there would most likely be a flat surface to stand upon. And it would mean that you could inspect the "roof" of the building.
It is morning on Countingday, the 5th of The Moon of Doors in the year of the Longstriding Turtle.
You stand here together with Grunter, a torchbearer loaded with torches and a hunter looking at the tracks you pointed out, stroking his chin.
What do you do?
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Istvan
player, 24 posts Human Music-Mage/Harpist HP: 3/3 Wed 4 Dec 2019 at 14:15 | Re: Session 1: Search for the Tablet |  |
DudeMan McBro: | While perhaps not at home in nature, the city jungles have thought you a thing or two! For example, clear tracks suddenly stopping before the main entrance of the building make your ambush senses tingle! Wether or not it is an actual ambush, being careful around that entrance would be key to your survival you think.
As for inspecting the rest of the building you found that it is old enough to be eroded here and there. Climbing it would not be impossible, since there would be enough of the crystalline material that has eroded and overgrown with vines to form natural handholds and foot supports. It would make able to look at the top of the dome. Seeing the segmented nature of the building, there would most likely be a flat surface to stand upon. And it would mean that you could inspect the "roof" of the building.
It is morning on Countingday, the 5th of The Moon of Doors in the year of the Longstriding Turtle.
You stand here together with Grunter, a torchbearer loaded with torches and a hunter looking at the tracks you pointed out, stroking his chin.
What do you do? |
Istvan turns to the hunter, Guaril. "What do you think of the way those tracks stop?" he asks Guaril quietly.
Istvan is tempted to climb the structure... but what if the roof isn't stable? He waits to hear what Guaril thinks before deciding whether or not to climb...
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