Wik
First Post
A quick stopover is made at a tower-side market that deals in magical goods. Your purchases are made with a minimum of fuss - a wand of cure light wounds, Tondrek's scrolls, and Guardian's potions.
Soon, the cab smoothly lifts into the sky once more, and you make your way to the tower.
Like many towers in Sharn, this one seems to sway gently in the breeze, and looks as if even a strong gust of wind would send it toppling towards the earth. The coach points towards a particular floor - surrounded on all sides by a semi-open balcony, with a row of ivy-covered columns acting as a barrier between the landing itself and open sky.
"That's the floor." the driver says, having to yell over the sound of the wind. "Graff has rented out a few rooms on it. You can see one of his men there, waiting for you."
Winds buffet the cab as it approaches the landing. "I should drop you off at a landing proper, but Graff wanted this done quick, and we already wasted time at the market. Don't worry, though, I've done this before."
The cab is tossed about as it approaches the columns. Heavy winds scream around you, and everyone holds onto the sides of the cab tightly. When it finally (after what seems like hours, but is in fact perhaps only a minute) gets within touching distance of the columns, a scruffy-looking man wearing a striped black shirt runs towards the craft, and throws a rope ladder to the cab pilot. She catches it with one hand, and then shouts something that is swallowed up by the furious wind.
Suddenly, the cab drops ten feet before slamming to a stop once more. Everyone in the cab (with the exception of the cab pilot, and perhaps Guardian) feels more than a little sick from the sudden weightlessness. The cab pilot offers a sheepish grin, and says something that may or may not be an apology - no one can hear her.
The rope ladder in her hand gets tied very quickly to one of the gunwales, and the other end has already been tied to a support by the man in the striped shirt. Two other men, wearing open cloth shirts, stand next to him, obviously waiting for you to come up.
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OOC: Climb checks, DC 6 to make it up the rope ladder. This is also your last chance for questions and whatnot.
Soon, the cab smoothly lifts into the sky once more, and you make your way to the tower.
Like many towers in Sharn, this one seems to sway gently in the breeze, and looks as if even a strong gust of wind would send it toppling towards the earth. The coach points towards a particular floor - surrounded on all sides by a semi-open balcony, with a row of ivy-covered columns acting as a barrier between the landing itself and open sky.
"That's the floor." the driver says, having to yell over the sound of the wind. "Graff has rented out a few rooms on it. You can see one of his men there, waiting for you."
Winds buffet the cab as it approaches the landing. "I should drop you off at a landing proper, but Graff wanted this done quick, and we already wasted time at the market. Don't worry, though, I've done this before."
The cab is tossed about as it approaches the columns. Heavy winds scream around you, and everyone holds onto the sides of the cab tightly. When it finally (after what seems like hours, but is in fact perhaps only a minute) gets within touching distance of the columns, a scruffy-looking man wearing a striped black shirt runs towards the craft, and throws a rope ladder to the cab pilot. She catches it with one hand, and then shouts something that is swallowed up by the furious wind.
Suddenly, the cab drops ten feet before slamming to a stop once more. Everyone in the cab (with the exception of the cab pilot, and perhaps Guardian) feels more than a little sick from the sudden weightlessness. The cab pilot offers a sheepish grin, and says something that may or may not be an apology - no one can hear her.
The rope ladder in her hand gets tied very quickly to one of the gunwales, and the other end has already been tied to a support by the man in the striped shirt. Two other men, wearing open cloth shirts, stand next to him, obviously waiting for you to come up.
***
OOC: Climb checks, DC 6 to make it up the rope ladder. This is also your last chance for questions and whatnot.
