Crossed Paths - Part I

[Thels]

Dhormuin continues to swim after Octar. By Moradin, when does this water end? We need air to communicate and cast our spells.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar will wordlessly point to the two neaderthals washing dishes by the bank, unsure of how to communicate anything else.

 

[Manzanita]

The rest of the party gets through with the following damage inflicted from being slammed into rocks by the current:

Marcus 5 pts
Brioc 6 pts
Ehldannis 9 pts
Nathaniel 6 pts

Dhormium cured himself of 9 hps w/his CMW spell.

All are now gathered underwater standing on the sandy bottom of a dark alcove. It is difficult to make out what's on shore.

 

[Thels]

OOC: I do?

Not being able to make something out, Dhormuin advances, trying to get out of the water soon, unless Octar makes a sign for him to wait.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar does. He prevents anyone from going any further, pointing to the shore and then holding up two fingers.

 

[doghead]

Marcus nods, then pulls out two knives from his belt and mimes throwing them.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar shrugs, then turns to Brioc for some sort of suggestion, pointing to his own sword.

 

[Manzanita]

Thels, didn't you cast CMW on youself after you climbed out of the water after falling? I didn't roll the dice for it at the time.

 

[Inez Hull]

Ehldannis catches the attention of his companion and feigns spellcasting and then rests his head on his hands feigning sleep.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Nathaniel puts a hand on the hilt of his sword, letting the oilskin hang open just enough to expose it, and raises an eyebrow -- the trace of a grin in his cheeks.