Who does what?...
Emrael gives the stranger a respectful head nod and looks at the building where the kidnapped one awaits.
"Dang elves.....live so long.....usually..."
"Adieu, adieu. We'll meet in the end.
Unless,.....I know an orchestra that would love to have you;...."
Pip shrugs regretfully
"Alas, I have a few more worlds to visit and a deal more murderhoboitry to accomplish before I join the string section of an orchestra"
"Of course."
Then, thoughtfully;
"you don't know the half of it yet."
Who does what?...
Is everybody else flying up there? Claw?
Heathy:
Altai:
Altai waves Pip over. "So, what's your name?", he asks the woman.
"...Katarina..." is her reply.
"Les' dew dis t'ing." Elgan responds to Altai.
"An' naice tew meet yew too Mr Satuhday suh. Sorree we caint stay an' chat. Seems awful rude ah knows. Buut dis iz kinda empurtent. An' we'ze bin chasin' er fren fur a while nows. If'n we meets agin, ah promeisis tew welcum yeh raight. Wit' a big pot uv gumbo an' sum burled crawfish."
The wild elf bows towards Mr Saturday, and then flies up with his companions to the tower roof.
F+~+ it;
Yeah. There's a pendentive-supported dome over the top but you can make out entries there too. It seems more like cave openings, between the columnar pendentives, than actually worked masonry.
Huzzzah!!!
"...Katarina..." is her reply.
"And?"
"You know, who are you? Where are you from? That sort of thing."
"I'm from Serbia. But I grew up in Quebec."
?????
"There was a seance......I ended up here. In this world.
The fat one....captured me. Captured us all.
Some he killed. Some he sold."
"Quebec. Riiiiiiight." While he's too polite to roll his eyes, Altai nonetheless looks at her like she's a particularly slow college freshman.
"A seance, eh? And, the fat one - do you mean the furry demon?"
"Yes. Whom you and yours slew. So what of me?"
Quebec.....what a weeeeeeird name.
"I've never heard of Quebec, or, for that matter, of Serbia. Which means that getting you back will be very difficult."
"We're here to rescue a friend. Are you any good with a sword? If not, you might want to just wait here while we finish the job."
"Do you have a rifle? I used to hunt with my poppa..."
Mr. Saturday says, "I will watch over her..."
"I'm.... sure you will." Altai nods wearily. "That settles it. Stay here with Mr. Samedi while we stage our jailbreak."
She kinda cringes.
"Oh, chipper up. We'll be back shortly." And it's not like we can do anything about him anyway. Altai beckons the others over and starts limbering up for a final burst of ultraviolence.
Elgan pats the girl comfortingly on the arm.
"Iz alriaght Chere'. Weze be raight back. An' am purty shueh dat yu'll be safer down heah dan' whar we'ze goin'." He says with a smile.
He rolls his neck to loosen it, revealing his pointed ears from underneath his dreadlocks, interlaces his fingers and flexes his arms, popping his knuckles.
"Iz likelee teh gets a bit, messee, befur we'ze dun." He adds with a wink.
Everybody flies up......I guess it's happening.
There's a dome over the roof of the tower. No door, but it's easily accessible through gaping cavernous arches under the dome.
This is going to take some splainin. So any questions let me know.
D-W 2 and 3 are the top of the tower.
The tower from 4 to 44 is the tower's walls itsself. The map is a wraparound representation. if you move left to say D9, you are actually in W9 as well. If you move 5 more feet you are in U9.
The small squares are what appear to be cocoons; they hold....something about human sized; they are comprised of resinous substance and you cannot see through them.
The larger squares are bigger igloos of some sort, of the same resinous substance. They look more extruded than built.
At the bottom is what appears to be a thick bubbling orange melange; it's bubbling anyway. And popping. Like boiling oatmeal.
Place yourselves at the top, in D-@ 3. Tall people's squares will reach up into D-W 2 as warranted.
Again, any questions let me know.
C=90; 2piR=90, R=about 15 feet. So the "ceiling" which is essentially the other side of the shaft/wall, is about 30 feet away.
Elgan lightly lands on Claws shoulder, once again ready to spring any direction to assist where he is needed.
Nope. I'm an absolute beginner. Although I believe Aubrey did a setup sorta similar, though not so cramped. It was a cliffside village of goblins.....
And,.....I reckon there is no middle; it's a circle. ;)
heh heh.
"Just when you thought you'd seen it all.... Let's start with the small resinous blisters; the gods alone know what the big ones hold."
The ceiling is a dome. Like over the Capital building or something.
Tell me if making the things bright green helps.
Cool!!!
No stairways. No doors. No windows.
Any other way out would be under the bubbling orange oatmeal at the bottom, if it existed.
No walkways.
"This is.... actually sorta cool." Altai, floating underneath the domed ceiling, pushes back his faceplate and runs his hands through his gore-matted hair. "No doors. No windows. No walkways or railings. And the devil's fondue bubbling below. This is the world's best prison."
"Of course, the tower also tells us something about the guards. They can either walk on the walls, or they can fly. They probably aren't too bothered by heat or acid. And they probably spin or snort out these resinous globs. Sounds like we're flying into some kind of spiderish horrorshow."
"So, do we hunt down and kill the guards first, or so we start by searching the prison-blobs?"
form follows function
"Mmm. Reminds me of wasps nests in a rotten tree. We should start searching the cocoons; when the warders awake there may be very many of them and the option of a quick escape would be welcome."
Right on.
"Agreed. We might augment our numbers or loose distractions for the guards."
got it!
"Let's get some help..." Altai casts a spell, and the air in the tower seems to thicken a bit.
Where are them elementals at?
Got them!