03-23-2017, 03:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-24-2017, 07:17 AM by DM Surranó.)
Time and Weather: Cozy warm twilight. Or maybe dawn. The sun looks red, as if disappearing behind the horizon, or the contrary, rising once again. So it may be the dawn of a summer day or a nice late spring / early autumn evening.
Present: All PCs: Giant, Lugar, Merri, Portho, Shanna, Toot (and Boo), Torin.
The party of seasoned adventurers accompanied by a new member, a researcher of secrets, exit the twirling column of light to find themselves on the shore of a small lake. The roughly oval lake is about 200 yards by 150 yards in diameter, and is formed by the river which arrives from a cliff to the north, in the form of a waterfall about 30 yards high, and resumes its flow on the far side of the lake, lazily curving to the south. The small river splits the surrounding sylvan forest in two, and apparently the place the party arrived to is a place for the local fauna to sate their thirst: most undergrowth is stomped into nothingness in about ten yards from the shore, followed by another fifty yards of emerald grass, and only then giving way to the oak forest.
As the party encompasses the view, Portho feels something hitting his ankle. Instinctively raising his leg, he looks there while fumbling for his sword but the only thing he can see is a pair of goggles on a leather thong. The gnome realises it to be Maul's.
All of a sudden, the cylinder of light stops swirling and those who've been through the previous gate realise fast enough that this is something new.
Present: All PCs: Giant, Lugar, Merri, Portho, Shanna, Toot (and Boo), Torin.
The party of seasoned adventurers accompanied by a new member, a researcher of secrets, exit the twirling column of light to find themselves on the shore of a small lake. The roughly oval lake is about 200 yards by 150 yards in diameter, and is formed by the river which arrives from a cliff to the north, in the form of a waterfall about 30 yards high, and resumes its flow on the far side of the lake, lazily curving to the south. The small river splits the surrounding sylvan forest in two, and apparently the place the party arrived to is a place for the local fauna to sate their thirst: most undergrowth is stomped into nothingness in about ten yards from the shore, followed by another fifty yards of emerald grass, and only then giving way to the oak forest.
As the party encompasses the view, Portho feels something hitting his ankle. Instinctively raising his leg, he looks there while fumbling for his sword but the only thing he can see is a pair of goggles on a leather thong. The gnome realises it to be Maul's.
All of a sudden, the cylinder of light stops swirling and those who've been through the previous gate realise fast enough that this is something new.
