Rhyol tries to slow down as she careens towards the food and Sizz.
uh oh
Hey, that's our food!
Rhyol tries to grab it as she zooms buy.
"Should I whack them?" Octaris shouts aloud to the others.
"a mix of a very playful emotion and nervousness as the flames dance around him in shifting patterns"
"Octaris, please don't shoot this one. I don't think it means any harm. In fact, I think it's trying to communicate. I hope"
Zephyr tries to hold more or less stationary
(or )
and attempts to interpret the impressions he is receiving while emphasizing emotions of peacefulness and purpose in response
Jamila and Targos reach their targets.
Rhyol tries to grab onto the food, but Sizz pulls it away.
Zephyr thinks that Fzt is expressing their intentions upon hearing those of Octaris and beginning to convey a story.
Ember starts moving toward Shhw
Initiative
Octaris
Krakos
Wyrds
Octaris ceases preparing a water blast. Instead, he pulls out his wand of tongues and attempts to cast it on himself.
He is unsure if tongues will help communicate with these creatures (as it won't if they don't speak at all, but he doesn't want to ask), but he hopes the spell will. "Just in case!" he mutters reassuringly to himself in Ignan--just to make sure the spell works.
But something within stirs restlessly, urging him to act....
Krakos turns around in all directions, extremely confused by the lack of any ground and the intention of these strange beings. He cautiously draws his bow.
The food has been captured by Fizz. Everything else is accounted for, and Zephyr is communicating with one of them.
the wyrd communicating with Zephyr shows him emotions of calm followed by destruction, then confusion and chaos, and finally returning to the playful emotion he started with.
you realize that it is telling you the story of what happened here.
Ember gets a feeling that it would be a great story to tell later if she could say that she saved the day by convincing the wyrd with the food to give it back...
Ryhol can figure out how to get gravity back towards the ship and Jamila and Octaris can carefully help catch her when she gets close.
Once it's clear that there is no threat to the ship or crew, Octaris will help gather the items and put out any fires (literally). He looks a little disappointed that he didn't get to use his magic to save the day.
"Did you learn anything from the wyrds, Zephyr? Did they give you anything more than just emotions?"
"It's very...different. They seem to communicate by emotions. They seem pretty playful but then showed me calm followed by destruction, then confusion and chaos. I think that's what they are saying happened here. So please don't shoot them if they stay being playful"
Zephyr tries to convey back thankfulness and they are here to make things settle down again. Maybe They'd like to help?
The wyrds don't seem too interested in leaving their home, wrecked as it may be, but they give you a gust in the right direction. You reach the mysterious tower a little under an hour later.
Rocking and swaying ahead is a white marble tower adorned with golden reliefs of lightning. The thin ornamental bridge that once led to its double doors has snapped, and there is no sign of whatever once connected to the other side. The tower’s roof is entirely missing, replaced with a menacing mass of black sky shot through with shifting streaks of color. The scintillating mass struggles erratically against some invisible barrier above.
Entering through the only passable opening, you find an atrium, where the same shifting, colorful mass that emerges from the top of the tower exists as a 10 ft. wide cyclone that spreads outward to 100 ft. in diameter. Stone doors lead from the atrium to five different rooms and two small archways lead to small chambers.
"Finally! Some ground! Let's see what's here..."
Rhyol cautiously proceeds.
Octaris squints and looks around, searching for nooks and crannies he might be able to explore.
Zephyr moves forward and looks at the column with consternation, but seems baffled by it. The impressions of the Wyrds and the basis of their mission make more sense, though, as he looks at the shattered roof. "Some cataclysm happened and perhaps this is its focal point." he mutters, half to himself.
He looks around, hoping the cyclone seems stable for now. "This looks like it could be what we came to investigate. Shall we have a look around?" He motions to the door to his left
If Octaris finds no significant hiding spots above, he will look in some of the rooms around him. Going clockwise, he passes B2 and spots little of interest. He stops at B7, seeing something in the room within.
"Hm. I hope it's not a puzzle...!" he murmurs to himself.
Rows of hundreds of silver pipes emerge from the ground in this otherwise unadorned room. A few of the pipes are capped with silver lids. Similar lids rest on the floor near the open pipes.
Zephyr joins Octaris by B7 and looks with, then casts Detect Magic (facing into B7)
There is a brilliant blue crystal hovering in the air 5 ft. above the ground. It does not detect as magical, but strikes you as rather peculiar. You also detect a faint scent of fresh rain coming from one of the pipes.
"Why not be daring and check what these things are for ourselves?" Octaris looks excited, but gathers himself. "It's, uh, science! Or something." He hastily grasps at one of the lids with his claws and tries to heave it up to no avail.
"Someone help me with this. I'm only a wizard!"
Approaching the crystal more closely, Zephyr tries to get a closer look and better appreciation of it and if any different scents are coming from other open tubes.
"Why thank you!" Octaris nods at Jamila, embarrassed but appreciative. "It is good to have someone else so powerful with us today!"
He looks over the edge of the lid. "Hm, what's in here?" Octaris squints into the darkness looking for movement or contrast .
Krakos takes a long, long time to think before speaking up.
"Beware. That cyclone is preserving a boundary between this plane and the Maelstrom, the plane of primal chaos. Such boundaries must be maintained."
Octaris is struck by an odor of fruity incense wafting up through the pipe. He can see at the bottom magically preserved dried flowers and spices.
Rhyol somewhat cautiously looks into B6.
The room is filed with racks of every weapon imaginable. Small, medium, and large swords, spears, maces, etc. of mundane quality are spread through the room. On a pedestal at the far side of the room are a pair of bracers elegantly decorated with air-like patterns. A blue crystal hangs in the air.
Zephyr gets a whiff of different odors as he passes each pipe. The crystal looks fairly hard and you think you feel the faintest bit of static crackling coming from it.
There are literally at least one of every weapon on the racks.
"Hands would be pretty useful here.
Anything look edible (from Rhyol's perspective of course)?
Zephyr taps the crystal (if nothing happens, or his elec resistence 5 can bounce it and nothing otherwise happens, he'll go look at b5)
"Ah! Fresh water! That is always a good sign, especially for a hydromancer."
Octaris curiously follows the scent of fresh rainwater. He looks for the pipe with the scent and looks down into it. If there is a pool of water, he might summon his familiar, Octoparis, to swim down there and explore.
If nothing else catches his eye and he sees nothing in the rainwater tube, he will "convince" Jamila to help him open some other tubes until he smells something exciting.
If there's nothing exciting to smell, he might turn to the non-magic blue crystal, hoping that it might be made magical after all.