Blown away (Moore)

[Anastasia]

The wind blows Moore. He's hurtling out of control, back into the fog of the Deep Ethereal. As he tumbles end over end, he sees something ahead - a blue portal, swirling. He's heading right for it, the wind pushing him at it.

You can try to stop yourself from going through it or do something else, Moore.

[Nephrite]

Moore tries to simply straighten himself out in flight but stays such that he's going towards the blue portal. There's no way he could find his way in the Deep Ethereal at all, since there's nothing to really find. Instead, he trusts in his chances and reliance on fate to provide exactly what he needs!

He's just trying to right himself, but will fly with the wind to the blue portal.

[Anastasia]

Moore is at least able to right himself as he's blown right into the portal, not resisting the wind's path.

> roll 1d100 Moore
<Kobot> Ko-NitoriSolvesProblems rolled 1d100 Moore --> [ 1d100=27 ]{27}

Greenery and heat. Sweaty. The buzz of insects. All around Moore is jungle, the air hot and clogged with humidity. He lands face down in this, the sound of exotic birds and animals coming from various places around him.

[Nephrite]

Moore pulls himself up and brushes himself off, using Prestidigitation to take care of anything else. He also decides to use a little bit of his own luck to try and figure out where he is.

He's going to try and cast Improvisation.

I will presume it's K:P to try and figure out where he is.

[08:55] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+14+8+8 K:P
[08:55] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+14+8+8 K:P --> [ 1d20=15 ]{45}

[Anastasia]

Moore isn't sure. It could be a few places. There's a couple Abyssal realms that have jungles, including Demogorgon's realm of Abysm. The Beastlands does, as it has virtually every natural terrain somewhere. It could also be a prime material or a demiplane, in which case you wouldn't know more without further information.

In other words, more information is needed before you can make a determination.

[Nephrite]

Well, no sense in just waiting right here! He looks around for any roads or paths through the jungle first and foremost.

[Anastasia]

Make a Spot check, would you? Alternately you can use Survival. Whichever has a better modifier.

[Nephrite]

They're both the same, so I suppose I'll use what you requested first.

[11:44] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+20+4+8 Survival
[11:44] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+20+4+8 Survival --> [ 1d20=10 ]{42}
[11:44] <Nephrite> You know I typed survival and meant spot but so it goes

[Anastasia]

Moore searches around. He finds there's no paths - he's in deep, thick and untracked jungle. If he were not a pixie and capable of flying, this might be quite unpleasant. The undergrowth is extremely dense and would need to be hacked through.

[Nephrite]

How interesting! Well, for now, he'll turn invisible and then try and head up to and through the tops of the trees. In theory, if he can manage to get past that, he can probably see a lot more and get his bearings on where he is.

[Anastasia]

Moore flies up. The canopy is thick with broad and wet leaves, drenching him as he flutters through them. Coming up, he sees the sky - or the lack of one. Instead, a glassy dome arches up a few thousand feet int he air, black nothingness beyond it. Below you is a jungle. It looks to be part of an island. In the center you can see a tall composite volcano, occasional bursts of smoke coming from its center. The shore of the island are beaches of black sand. Ocean laps at the shore, going out a few hundred feet before simply ending a shimmering barrier.

Moore's planar knowledge can tell him where he is now: A demiplane. A demiplane is a personal plane made by powerful entities, where they set the rules as they see fit. Fortunately, they are (usually) not the domain of deities, but of spellcasters beyond the ninth circle and outsiders of vast power.

[Nephrite]

Something about being trapped in what amounts to a bubble hits a nerve in the back of Moore's mind that makes him shudder.

"Well, if there was a way in there has to be a way out..." Moore says entirely to himself (or so he hopes). Could this have been created by that... no, it's much too orderly.

For now, he'll fly towards the volcano!

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100 95+
<Kobot> Ko-NitoriSolvesProblems rolled 1d100 95+ --> [ 1d100=57 ]{57}

The flight to the volcano is unremarkable. It's even hotter by the volcano, Moore sweating profusely. He can see the central cone has an open top, leading down into a massive cauldron of magma. The mountain itself is free of trees or growth, instead choked by black ash and black stone.

[Nephrite]

Hmmm. Well, going into the magma will surely get him out, but of course not alive. He'll fly around the outside of the volcano, looking for anything there before going to the base and doing another circle.

He's basically looking for anything out of the ordinary!

[Anastasia]

Spot check again.