Jann are able to dwell in air, earth, fire, or water environments for up to 48 hours. This includes the elemental planes, to which any janni can travel, even taking up to six individuals along if those others hold hands in a circle with the janni. Failure to return to the Prime Material plane within 48 hours inflicts 1 point of damage per additional hour on the jann, until the jann dies or returns to the Prime Material plane. Travel to another elemental plane is possible, without damage, providing at least two days are spent on the Prime Material plane immediately prior to the travel.
When push comes to shove he could save a few lives this way and give Astrid some additional stuff for playing him.
Posted on 2014-02-27 at 15:14:49.
Edited on 2014-02-27 at 15:16:09 by Odyson
I reread Tann's intro of Roan and it said he came from the North passage. So that would be the passage to the left. We had originally come in from the top, so now we could retrace where Roan just came from. If Schnoz PM's Tann to get so back ground of where he has already searched we could eliminate going there. But I'd guess his group came down the far top left corridor. So that would leave us the close lower hall, the far lower hall or back to the doors behind us.
I would guess that without a secret passage to the good dragon queen we can figure the correct route will be the most guarded route. Our element of surprise is over.
We need to have everyone that sense passages to be writing about being on alert and actively searching. Tann would then let us know if we find anything. Check your character sheets for skills that would help this and write about using them, that would give bonuses to any rolls Tann makes for our success.
Posted on 2014-02-27 at 18:05:19.
Edited on 2014-02-27 at 18:07:37 by Odyson
Ooops, got my left and and right turned around. Roan's may have come down the far RIGHT top corridor. Then he was driven south toward us. Of course he may have gone on down that corridor and been driven back up and then over to us.
Posted on 2014-02-27 at 18:55:48.
Edited on 2014-02-27 at 19:18:16 by Odyson
Well I heard from Tann and it seems he's been enjoying his time away. He said he'll be back on Teusday and ready to post by the 16th. So get your questions for him up so he can address them and we can pick a way to move. We can then post so Tann has something to work with for the 16th.
Posted on 2014-03-10 at 00:09:25.
Edited on 2014-03-10 at 16:53:46 by Odyson
I'm back from the Everglades. I spent the last five nights battling mother nature, spitting in the face of death only to have the wind whip it right back into my eye.
The Nimue performed better than expected, handling the tight curves of the mangrove forests with ease. She kept an even keel against all but the most vicious of crosswinds, and in all I am impressed with her.
The campsites were what are called "chickees," elevated platforms over the water. They are usually in a natural windbreak or somesuch little cove. We visited three of them as well as a base camp on solid ground.
Our first night on the water was horrific. We reached the chickee in Pearl Bay just as a storm struck, and managed to get the tent up despite the weather. Our camp stove failed, leaving us to the MREs and a profound lack of coffee. We packed in for the night shortly after dusk, somewhat less than sober.
It was about the time my eyes closed that the real storm struck. The wind beat against the tent mercilessly and we did all we could to hold her together. When the tent folded over with us in it, we realized something had to be done. My friend the hero, still incredibly intoxicated, removed the rain fly by sidling along the edge of the dock where there was barely enough room to stand. I did my part by holding the tent upright while he worked. As soon as the fly was completely removed, the wind passed through the tent as though it weren't there. We didn't sleep much that night. Our adrenaline was up and we were wide awake, enough to play rummy by flashlight.
We check weather reports after we were home safe, and they showed sustained winds of up to 60 mph, with gusts up to 70.
The next day, we headed to Robert's River, a journey which on still water takes perhaps three hours. Markerposts, which had guided us from the beginning, ended at Hell's Bay. From here on we were navigating with a map and compass. We headed out from Hell's Bay to Lane Bay, though we weren't ready for what was ahead.
In the Everglades, there is literally noone to hear you scream. We felt a looming fear come over us on the way to Lane, and realized we were a bit lost. The only option was to backtrack to the chickee on Hell's Bay. There we got our bearings and headed out once again, this time with more confidence and a sense of what we were up against.
The headwinds pushed against us every step of the way. Every open body of water presented new problems to overcome. I had no choice but to paddle my little kayak straight into the chop, on many occasions in the wrong direction just to reach the next little windbreak. After what was probably two hours, we reached Lane Bay. From here is was down the Lane River and on to the Robert's River, which included a turn through Whitewater Bay.
Lane River was a minor struggle. Though it didn't have much cover, the headwind wasn't as strong. We followed the shoreline and eventually reached the bay.