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 Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:52 pm
Quote: The local dragonseer (that's a fancy word for someone who rides on a balloon and stares at the fog from above) wants your help in locating potential signs of danger and sand whales. You are to ride the balloon up and take a look. You must first assemble the balloon. Pick any two items from the list below to make the basket of your balloon out of. Rp accordingly: - Snake leather - Thick rope - Flaming carpet - A basket of foxfires - A white cloth - Carved sand whale bone - A net - A table - A door - Five golden rings - A pine tree - A trash can - A really really really really big bottle - Next, to ascend, roll 1d100. This is the number of feet that your balloon launches to the sky. If you roll a 1.. you kind of suck. Maybe you're really bad with balloons. Maybe youre too heavy. Maybe your buddy should get off. Who knows. If your character is lucky and manages to roll above 50 feet, they will get to see the town below them. You notice that the town is shaped like an S. You can also see clearly the town below you. If your character rolls above 80 feet, you end up going too high into the highest miasma clouds. The thin air makes exposure to miasma easily and you gain +5 miasma. As long as you roll over 50 feet you succeed in this venture.
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Yayoi rolled 1 100-sided dice:
36
Total: 36 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:53 pm
Falair had never been one for heights. Air born none the less. But it occurred to her that perhaps she may get a better idea of the surroundings if she could see it from a higher advantage point.
So she thought anyway.
The local dragonseer spoke of sand whales and that was pretty much enough to convince her to get up there. If she could locate where they came from, perhaps they had a nest nearby with eggs in it like the wyvrn eggs her and Na'ima had collected she would get an advantage on studying them.
It had really become an obsession since she first saw that one that her and Fia shooed away with the ballista. But how could it not? It was a mysterious creature and thus required her full attention.
But first she would need to assemble a contraption to get here in the sky. That seemed easy enough. Falair enjoyed a challenge.
As she rummaged through the materials presented to her, she picked something simple. A large white cloth and some thick rope. Pulling a small knife out of her pocket the cut holes into the cloth then threaded the rope through the holes. This would create a nice little seat for her beneath the cloth. It wasn't anything pretty. The mare wasn't looking for something worth showing off. Just something practical and would hopefully get her high enough in the air.
There was a good breeze going as Falair moved to get a clear running start. Holding the rope in her hands, she ran at full speed towards a hill. Jumping at the last second air rushed into the cloth, filling it up and lifting her off the ground.
"Ha haaaa!" The Horsewoman exclaimed. At least she hadn't completely failed and ended up falling flat on her face. She could do things right most of the time when she put her mind to it.
It didn't get her extremely high though. And for that she was kind of thankful. The contraption wasn't quite all that sturdy and if it decided to give out or the breeze died down she would not enjoy the fall at all. She couldn't get a good look at the village as a whole but she could at least get a little bit of a better look from her position. Though it was still pretty foggy all around.
The village seemed larger than she had first thought. Or perhaps it was just the ground perspective she had come to form that gave her that sense. Being in the air you were more aware of the other areas of the village. On the ground you were only aware of the space you were in at that point and time.
Even so, it wasn't enough to give her any clues nor signs of sand whales and this face left her sorely disappointed as her little ride finally winded down. Her feet back on solid ground as the white cloth fluttered. Deflated. Much like her expectations.
Falair was more determined now than before to get more information. On this village, this fog covered village that held so many mysteries. And the sand whales. She had to know more, curiosity was killing her. Stifling her brain as she tried to piece only the vaguest of clues together. It was not fair that these villagers kept so many secrets. She wanted to know and so badly.
Rubbing at her bandaged hand, Falair blinked. This obsession was so strong, but was it really coming from her? Was she really that desperate? Or was it something in the air messing with her head?
Now this had her thinking even more as she made her way back towards the village. Still unsatisfied.
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