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Roderic finds by accident a nook between large boulders under the raft that the end of the pole can lodge firmly in, and that the web is strong enough to hold the top end against the current. If he were to somehow keep the raft from getting past the pole... The massive spider looms over head...

Roderic and Tuk both notice a massive web spanning the upper half of the river tunnel and have just a fraction of a second to duck under it or otherwise react to it with an action. Grok, Rosalia, Scrag, and John are all caught off guard and do not have time to react even if warned. The web...

Voda Vosa: I need your spot roll in the IC thread.

John's eyes bug when Rosalia reaches back behind her head to adjust her hair tie, and her shapely torso for a moment is displayed at maximum magnificence. Scrag stares morosely into the water, looking about as miserable as a house cat would be in the same situation. Grok was alert, but looking...

The river runs strong and fast through this area, carrying the party and the rafts down a wide and tall passage. The passage is smoothly carved and glistens with moisture in the thin light from Rosalia's torch. OOC: Everyone make a spot check.

With a little shuffling of passengers, the group fits themselves on the rafts. They are surprisingly buoyant, though soft and similar to balsa wood. The rafts move downstream quite easily with only a little poling needed for guidance. OOC: everyone ready to go?

OOC: Tuk would have to make a disarm roll, and besides, the rafts are made from the tough, dried, and fibrous stalks of mushrooms. No getting through those short of an axe and multiple swings. Also, the rafts are already floating quite well. Rosalia thinks the river could be waded, but it...

Grok takes a closer look at the docks. There are in fact two rafts moored there, each one hewn from giant mushrooms and lashed together. Long poles rest on the docks nearby. John has a sudden flash of recognition. This is the stretch of river from his nightmare! Nearer to the docks, Grok can...

Those who follow the sound of water travel about 45 feet down a rough, curving tunnel until it opens up into a delta ending in a river, likely the same one as before but further downstream. At the eastern end of this cavern is a crude set of docks fashioned from what appears to be giant...

I thought Shatner was Canadian!? Who knew?

OOC: John would have to go find the sound of the water. The group crossed a river a little ways back, but the sound also came from one of the unexplored tunnels coming off of the 'hub' room at the bottom of the pebble tunnel.

John is reminded of the nightmare again when in the silences between his companions chatter, he finds his ears attuned to sound sound of running water nearby. +25xp Rosalia, Roderic, John, Tuk, Grok for enjoyable RP

Fap! Fap! Fap! Rosalia: Sshhh! I think I hear more kobolds running this way. Lemme bend over and put my ear to the ground... FAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAPFAP! Tuk: You do that. Rosalia: They're closing fast! Everybody ready! Grok: What you doin', John? John: Hold on... Almost there... Roderic...

Knowledge Arcane Roll: John thinks some nice scotch would at least make him feel better about the wound. At Roderic's suggestion, John feels a fluttery panic. The urge to keep going is undeniable, while the thought of turning back feels fatally counter-productive. The idea struck him that...

I've been asked to kind of sum up what is known so far. I'm just going to spill these things out and limit my own speculation: So, back earlier in the game, Grok and John are the only two who failed a fort save from some kind of mysterious effect. The false Grok that ran off and killed itself...

The hair on the back of Grok's neck near the sore is gone completely. However, there are tiny fronds of something coming out of the wound. As John watches, the tiny black cilia seem to sway slowly like seaweed underwater. He gets the terrible feeling that each one is a tiny sentient being...

OOC: Someone will have to look at it and tell him, or he will have to explore it with his fingers. He can feel that it is numb now instead of painful, though.

The sore on the back of John's arm no longer itches, it's just numb. It is also bigger. A black field of infected skin two inches across shows that John's body is slowly losing the battle. Tiny movements in the ruptured part of the sore remind John of the worm-like things he saw in it before...

Yeah, or those underwear things that hold your balls for you when you're doing sports and stuff!

The rest period passes without incident. John had a nightmare, however. With the distant sound of the underground river entering his subconscious, he dreamed naturally of water. It flowed down into the inky depths of this underground place, clear and cold. But then a horrible feeling of...