No worries, and thank you for clarifying! That makes sense.
You're right: with the wall 40 feet high, Sans is able to land at the top with no problem. Honestly, the bigger worry was probably ditching the worried grandmas trying to dissuade him from approaching it in the first place. His little skeleton feet find purchase on top of the crumbling wall, and he gets the first look in hundreds of years at the land behind the Gilded Wall.
And boy, it doesn't look good.
(DC 7; 16) The land behind you is lush, verdant, healthy, a sprawling landscape of rainforests, waterways, and beaches. The land behind the Gilded Wall clearly used to be the same; you can see the shapes of desiccated, petrified trees here and there, the last remnants of what used to be living forest. The soil, dry and sandy, is gray. The rocks jut dangerously from the beach just at the edge of your vision. There are no animals, not even insects.
There aren't many glitches, but there is one, off in the distance. You can't see it clearly, but it feels familiar. The way its static ricochets into a round shape, then a dark circle inside it . . .
When you look at it, it closes and is gone.
In the distance, there's a huge mass, spiky and black but difficult to make out. A bit nearer, but still far away, is another mass, on the ground this time. The figures within this group are humanoid, or roughly so, and moving quickly and noisily toward the Wall. A band. A group. A horde?
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You're right: with the wall 40 feet high, Sans is able to land at the top with no problem. Honestly, the bigger worry was probably ditching the worried grandmas trying to dissuade him from approaching it in the first place. His little skeleton feet find purchase on top of the crumbling wall, and he gets the first look in hundreds of years at the land behind the Gilded Wall.
And boy, it doesn't look good.
(DC 7; 16) The land behind you is lush, verdant, healthy, a sprawling landscape of rainforests, waterways, and beaches. The land behind the Gilded Wall clearly used to be the same; you can see the shapes of desiccated, petrified trees here and there, the last remnants of what used to be living forest. The soil, dry and sandy, is gray. The rocks jut dangerously from the beach just at the edge of your vision. There are no animals, not even insects.
There aren't many glitches, but there is one, off in the distance. You can't see it clearly, but it feels familiar. The way its static ricochets into a round shape, then a dark circle inside it . . .
When you look at it, it closes and is gone.
In the distance, there's a huge mass, spiky and black but difficult to make out. A bit nearer, but still far away, is another mass, on the ground this time. The figures within this group are humanoid, or roughly so, and moving quickly and noisily toward the Wall. A band. A group. A horde?