Post by james p on Mar 21, 2022 22:41:26 GMT
[DTA 21/03/22]
Amble can't help but wonder if his last adventure will be the last that he hears of those fungi.
In the meantime though, he had preparations to make for good long-anticipated move against his nemesis: the Fort Ettin Thief.
He takes a simple job, carrying out routine checks on various of the magical wards around the fort. As well as helping him to earn a comfortable living for the week, it also gives him plenty of opportunity to scout out the premises one final time, and to check in with his spy network of small creatures.
In his wanderings he comes across an impromptu party, hosted by Dwirhian, and makes a mental note to return* once his shift is over. He is also able to sell his two cantrip spell scrolls that he made last week.
Having bumped into Lolli again, Amble is delighted to reacquaint himself with an old friend, even more so as she has offered to help. They spend some time together discussing spells, and talking through a few possible strategies for their upcoming mission...
*
[RP thread] **Fort Ettin Party!** Open to all.
Amble will also be generously offering around his "Tankard of Plenty" of the Bear King's dwarven ale...
Those who have spent much time with him in the past will have a sense that it won't be too long before he's offering his usual post-tipple thrill-seeking experience to any takers: base jumping off the top of the tower, and then feather-falling back down.
The twist on this occasion is that he is currently unusually close to the various small birds in FE, and will be encouraging them to join in for a bit of "formation flying" with himself and any other adventurers who will take him up on it.
#GettingHighWithAmble
#RedSparrows
[Oh Amble sounds like excellent fun at this party! Ghesh has tried the Bear King’s mead before but not the ale and would love to have some.]
“Jumping from the top of the fort sounds fun. I’ll just let the folks in the training yard know so they can join in or stay out of the way in case the feather fall doesn’t get everyone.”
If there’s too many people Ghesh will just rage jump without feather fall
Dwirhian is up for a bit of slow falling (assuming Amble is casting Feather Fall for everyone, as she doesn't have the spell herself).
For those taking advantage of the confident little gnome's base-jumping experience, and starting to get a bit nervous at this point, they would see Amble confidently licking his finger, and then holding it up in the air to test wind velocity. He will then carefully select a feather from out of his robes, and drop that over the side for a more precise indication of wind direction, and any vortices around the tower.
While he has been doing this, a surprising number of small birds have started to gather. The sun is starting to near the horizon, which seems to cause them each to tweet a little louder as they bounce from one foot to another. He greets each one with a little chirrup, whistle, or clicking sound and some small jerks of his head. They each seem to respond in their own way, before claiming a small morsel of something, which appears from the gnome's robes, as if by magic.
"Right!", he says (with a smile and a twinkle in his eye), "step up when ready!".
He holds a hand out to help any of the more nervous adventurers up beside him, and will offer to hold their hand throughout, if they would like that.
“Y’know I’ve been living here a while and never thought to try this.” Ghesh grins at the idea and excitedly steps up.
“Anyone want a ride? If you’re nervous you can go on my back, I’ll break your fall if it goes wrong.”
Amble looks at Dwirhian, Ghesh [and any other adventurers] and counts them down...
"Alright then, with me - on the count of three...
Three, Two, One ... JUMP!!!"
Each with a slightly different style of jumping, they make their individual parabolae arcing out and away from the grey and very solid walls.
Immediately, a clenching feeling of weightlessness grips them, as they succumb to gravity's inexorable beckoning.
Mere second later, their hair whips back and away from their heads, tugging at their scalps, as a cacophony of birdsong surrounds them along with their choir of half a hundred feathered free-fallers.
Clothing draws taught against their lower extremities, and the skin on their faces is just beginning to ripple, when suddenly ...
Weightlessness of a different kind - as they are floating down together as one, the birds shooting past them, and then swooping down and onwards, skimming low over the surface of the training yard - some kicking up little spiralling dust trails behind them.
Your feet touch the ground, and it is over - mere moments after it had began - and yet you feel ... different somehow. Much more ... aware? Aware of the blood pulsing through your veins, the tingling of your skin, the soft touch of sunlight on your skin, and the soft tweeting of birds - fading with the setting sun, as you come to the end of another day, feeling glad to be ... just glad to be ... alive.
Amble can't help but wonder if his last adventure will be the last that he hears of those fungi.
In the meantime though, he had preparations to make for good long-anticipated move against his nemesis: the Fort Ettin Thief.
He takes a simple job, carrying out routine checks on various of the magical wards around the fort. As well as helping him to earn a comfortable living for the week, it also gives him plenty of opportunity to scout out the premises one final time, and to check in with his spy network of small creatures.
In his wanderings he comes across an impromptu party, hosted by Dwirhian, and makes a mental note to return* once his shift is over. He is also able to sell his two cantrip spell scrolls that he made last week.
Having bumped into Lolli again, Amble is delighted to reacquaint himself with an old friend, even more so as she has offered to help. They spend some time together discussing spells, and talking through a few possible strategies for their upcoming mission...
*
[RP thread] **Fort Ettin Party!** Open to all.
Amble will also be generously offering around his "Tankard of Plenty" of the Bear King's dwarven ale...
Those who have spent much time with him in the past will have a sense that it won't be too long before he's offering his usual post-tipple thrill-seeking experience to any takers: base jumping off the top of the tower, and then feather-falling back down.
The twist on this occasion is that he is currently unusually close to the various small birds in FE, and will be encouraging them to join in for a bit of "formation flying" with himself and any other adventurers who will take him up on it.
#GettingHighWithAmble
#RedSparrows
[Oh Amble sounds like excellent fun at this party! Ghesh has tried the Bear King’s mead before but not the ale and would love to have some.]
“Jumping from the top of the fort sounds fun. I’ll just let the folks in the training yard know so they can join in or stay out of the way in case the feather fall doesn’t get everyone.”
If there’s too many people Ghesh will just rage jump without feather fall
Dwirhian is up for a bit of slow falling (assuming Amble is casting Feather Fall for everyone, as she doesn't have the spell herself).
For those taking advantage of the confident little gnome's base-jumping experience, and starting to get a bit nervous at this point, they would see Amble confidently licking his finger, and then holding it up in the air to test wind velocity. He will then carefully select a feather from out of his robes, and drop that over the side for a more precise indication of wind direction, and any vortices around the tower.
While he has been doing this, a surprising number of small birds have started to gather. The sun is starting to near the horizon, which seems to cause them each to tweet a little louder as they bounce from one foot to another. He greets each one with a little chirrup, whistle, or clicking sound and some small jerks of his head. They each seem to respond in their own way, before claiming a small morsel of something, which appears from the gnome's robes, as if by magic.
"Right!", he says (with a smile and a twinkle in his eye), "step up when ready!".
He holds a hand out to help any of the more nervous adventurers up beside him, and will offer to hold their hand throughout, if they would like that.
“Y’know I’ve been living here a while and never thought to try this.” Ghesh grins at the idea and excitedly steps up.
“Anyone want a ride? If you’re nervous you can go on my back, I’ll break your fall if it goes wrong.”
Amble looks at Dwirhian, Ghesh [and any other adventurers] and counts them down...
"Alright then, with me - on the count of three...
Three, Two, One ... JUMP!!!"
Each with a slightly different style of jumping, they make their individual parabolae arcing out and away from the grey and very solid walls.
Immediately, a clenching feeling of weightlessness grips them, as they succumb to gravity's inexorable beckoning.
Mere second later, their hair whips back and away from their heads, tugging at their scalps, as a cacophony of birdsong surrounds them along with their choir of half a hundred feathered free-fallers.
Clothing draws taught against their lower extremities, and the skin on their faces is just beginning to ripple, when suddenly ...
Weightlessness of a different kind - as they are floating down together as one, the birds shooting past them, and then swooping down and onwards, skimming low over the surface of the training yard - some kicking up little spiralling dust trails behind them.
Your feet touch the ground, and it is over - mere moments after it had began - and yet you feel ... different somehow. Much more ... aware? Aware of the blood pulsing through your veins, the tingling of your skin, the soft touch of sunlight on your skin, and the soft tweeting of birds - fading with the setting sun, as you come to the end of another day, feeling glad to be ... just glad to be ... alive.