08-10-2017, 07:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-14-2017, 01:49 PM by DM Surranó.)
OOC @Shanna Rendin - yes, that's exactly what I meant: cast the spell while in the boat and neither from the lakeside, nor from the water.
OOC @party - Taking over Lugar now, I'll try to bring up with something that moves the story forward. Do tell me everyone if I took some of your intentions wrong at the end of this chapter.
Keeping a safe distance from both the waterfall and the dormant cylinder of light, Lugar wades thigh deep into the lake (knee deep for the average human), and places the feather on the water surface. It gently floats away from the dwarf, gradually growing and emitting a gradually growing radiation of pale yellow light until it shines like fierce moonlight, piercing the everlasting dusk of this place. Some cover their eyes, or at least avert them, when encountering such sheer whiteness, but those still looking can see purple circles and sparkles popping and bobbing in front of their eyes as the radiation suddenly stops. For them, it takes a moment that seems to be everlasting, but then all behold the magnificent boat of white wood, her bow carved to the likelihood of a swan's recurving neck and head. a pair of short beams run along the outer perimeter on either side of the boat. They serve as steps to facilitate entering the boat, as well as increasing her stability on restless waves.
"Whaddya waitin' fore?" Lugar looks back at the others, then enters the boat first. An uneasy task for a dwarf for sure, be him from the hills, the mountains, or from the depths of Underdark, but it seems the elderly miner wants to get over with it, taking the best spot inside the boat -- right in the middle, the furthest possible from the edge on either side, as well as back and front.
When everyone follows, the party finds six paddles on either side. Whoever takes the rear has surprisingly easy control over steering, and the paddles propel the boat seamlessly towards the cliffside, some fifteen yards west of the waterfall. As the boat approaches, Shanna's eyes start shimmering with blue light. Her gaze penetrates the curtain of rushing water, blocked by no obstacles, can see something magical about thirty feet beyond the waterfall. It is large and statuary; as if the entire area would radiate magic. The strength is moderate and the loremaster can recognise it as some combination of abjuration, transmutation, and conjuration magic, the latter from the teleportation subschool. Does this effect move subjects around? or prevent them from moving? Maybe both?
The boat reaches the cliffside in relative safety. With the grappling hooks and picks the party can muster, it's easy to navigate it to the frothing waves as close as ten feet from the edge of the waterfall.
With Torin's Water Walk, affecting everyone (Boo included) for well over an hour from now, Giant and Merri hop out of the boat and as Lugar can see them easily walking over the surface, he joins their ranks.
The three cross the waterfall, disappear from the eyes of the rest for a minute. Then, Lugar's head peeks through the waterfall, his beard a wriggling soaked snake, calling out,
"Whaddya waitin' fore? It's safe.
Giant and Merri, just like those who follow, take a few steps until they arrive to a cave entrance, half of which is underwater, but still sufficiently high abovewater to walk through it. The floor rises gradually and reaches the water level about five feet from what Shanna designated as a magical aura.
End of chapter, but feel free to add tidbits to this closing post. Continued in Chapter 2-5: You're whirling 'round.
OOC @party - Taking over Lugar now, I'll try to bring up with something that moves the story forward. Do tell me everyone if I took some of your intentions wrong at the end of this chapter.
Keeping a safe distance from both the waterfall and the dormant cylinder of light, Lugar wades thigh deep into the lake (knee deep for the average human), and places the feather on the water surface. It gently floats away from the dwarf, gradually growing and emitting a gradually growing radiation of pale yellow light until it shines like fierce moonlight, piercing the everlasting dusk of this place. Some cover their eyes, or at least avert them, when encountering such sheer whiteness, but those still looking can see purple circles and sparkles popping and bobbing in front of their eyes as the radiation suddenly stops. For them, it takes a moment that seems to be everlasting, but then all behold the magnificent boat of white wood, her bow carved to the likelihood of a swan's recurving neck and head. a pair of short beams run along the outer perimeter on either side of the boat. They serve as steps to facilitate entering the boat, as well as increasing her stability on restless waves.
"Whaddya waitin' fore?" Lugar looks back at the others, then enters the boat first. An uneasy task for a dwarf for sure, be him from the hills, the mountains, or from the depths of Underdark, but it seems the elderly miner wants to get over with it, taking the best spot inside the boat -- right in the middle, the furthest possible from the edge on either side, as well as back and front.
When everyone follows, the party finds six paddles on either side. Whoever takes the rear has surprisingly easy control over steering, and the paddles propel the boat seamlessly towards the cliffside, some fifteen yards west of the waterfall. As the boat approaches, Shanna's eyes start shimmering with blue light. Her gaze penetrates the curtain of rushing water, blocked by no obstacles, can see something magical about thirty feet beyond the waterfall. It is large and statuary; as if the entire area would radiate magic. The strength is moderate and the loremaster can recognise it as some combination of abjuration, transmutation, and conjuration magic, the latter from the teleportation subschool. Does this effect move subjects around? or prevent them from moving? Maybe both?
The boat reaches the cliffside in relative safety. With the grappling hooks and picks the party can muster, it's easy to navigate it to the frothing waves as close as ten feet from the edge of the waterfall.
With Torin's Water Walk, affecting everyone (Boo included) for well over an hour from now, Giant and Merri hop out of the boat and as Lugar can see them easily walking over the surface, he joins their ranks.
The three cross the waterfall, disappear from the eyes of the rest for a minute. Then, Lugar's head peeks through the waterfall, his beard a wriggling soaked snake, calling out,
"Whaddya waitin' fore? It's safe.
Giant and Merri, just like those who follow, take a few steps until they arrive to a cave entrance, half of which is underwater, but still sufficiently high abovewater to walk through it. The floor rises gradually and reaches the water level about five feet from what Shanna designated as a magical aura.
End of chapter, but feel free to add tidbits to this closing post. Continued in Chapter 2-5: You're whirling 'round.
