IC - Axis Umbra

[arcanus]

"WATZAT, DEATZ SLIZDS, WHERZAT" he rotund goblin roars before turning around, and looking most concerned
'Fitch' interjects, "No we merely make our way along that gantry" he points, out a thin platform with little in the way of railing or anything to stop a person from plummeting into the deep beyond.
A feral grin of satisfaction crosses 'Fitches' face.

[Drake]

"That tiny gantry there..." points Frank, "Jeez, i wouldn't want to be a big guy..." he mutters as the short sword 'attached' to his back lazily falls off and hovers horizontally a few inches off the ground.
The blade is 3 inches wide. A very small space for a normal human, but to the gnome the sword is almost the size of a surfboard.
He hops up and sits on the blade, then swings one leg over the top so he is stradling the flat metal. He then grabs hold of the swords 'T' shaped pommel like handlebars and makes a motor noise as if revving a motorbike.
"MMmmmmmmrrrrmrrrrrmrrrr"

[arcanus]

A look of consensual disgust crosses the three big forms faces, as Frank Drake effortlessly pilots his sword-board across the gantry and into the awaiting metal birdcage like contraption at the end. Fitch stomps his feet, before in an eel like manner darts along the gantry and joins Drake, leaving the larger perhaps less lithe forms of Nebs and Curren to go.

[Drake]

Silently the board/sword glides back to the waiting party members, hilt first.
"YOU CAN USE IT TO STEADY YOURSELF!" shouts Frank back towards Current, "AND IF YOU FALL, HOLD ON TO THE HILT VERY TIGHTLY!""

[Curren]

'Nah, I'll be ok mate.' He calls over to the gnome.

Curren casts Gecko Crawl, and climbs nimbly along the rope to the cage.

Logic + Sorcery 9 8 7 5 5 5 4 3 3 2 2 1 6 hits

Drain : Magic and Body 11 9 8 5 5 4 4 3 3 3 2 1 1 6 hits Resisted.

Agility and Acrobatics: 9 8 5 5 4 4 3 3 3 3 3 2 4 hits

[arcanus]

"Wez iz azright fuz sum, wiz youze fanzi trickz" protests Nebblesworth, who then proceeds to have an almighty huff.

[Curren]

'Here, catch this.' Curren picks up a rope that was tied to the cage and coiled down inside it; he throws it towards the goblin creatures.

[arcanus]

Nebbles makes his way along the gantry "Zhanks Currentz" he says with genuine degree of gratitude.
The four make their way into the cage, Fitch suddenly releases an antique lever and the cage, suddenly rockets downwards, bursting through the cloudcover and vapour.

Make Body+Willpower rolls?
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[arcanus]

The cage descended at nauseating velocity, while both Drake and Curren’s cheeks were sucked up into their heads, Nebblesworth stood infuriatingly reading his parchment.
Fitch growled and raised his arms, seemingly enjoying the momentum.
The cage crashed into the canopy of trees below, the Soldiers allowing any remnants of air to vacate their lungs and thanked their respective gods, relief drained from them.
“Rise and shine” hisses Fitch, “We have to go, many things haunt these forests”
Both Soldiers pulled themselves up and fell in with the predatory goblins stride, nonchalantly ‘Nebblesworth’ wandered after them.
“We must not be caught in the open beyond darkness” rasps Fitch, the lithe goblin has now become somewhat agitated, an urgency to his voice as he moves with great pace through the jungle.

As the two Soldiers kept up with the arduous pace, they begin to gain the idea that they might be in danger. The rainforest is a deep verdant green, scattered through the foliage are the remnants of old temples, villages, statues all ruins.
The air is thick with mana, more than just alive, a thickness of magical power, old power and within this power, something older, something that now looks in their direction.

[Drake]

Make Body+Willpower rolls?
Make Essence+Magic Rolls?

Body + Willpower: 9 5 5 5 5 5 (6 Hits)
Essence + Magic: 13 10 5 5 (6 Hits)

"Curren" whispers Frank, "Can you fly in this realm? I've got that horrible feeling that something is watching us, and we might need to make an escape... All 4 of us."