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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1070884" data-attributes="member: 1210">The party's first foray into the Coral Caves was awkward and, frankly, the first pivotal point of the campaign, as it led directly to Dexter's capture by the Inquisition.Upon weighing anchor at about the location of the caves, allegedly inhabited by sea elves, the party consumed some of the potions of water breathing that Valkor had provided them with.  "If this takes more than one or two trips down, we won't have enough potions," Vido remarked, and in the water they all went, accompanied by two of Drake's men, an elf named Oarin and Sh!Larn, a merellin*.  Oarin was a thief and a scoundral, but the idea of having someone else to back up Malford's trapfinding skills appealed.  Sh!Larn was a fighter/bard, but more important, he was a merellin.  He could introduce them to the aquatic elves; he might even know some of them.  The ocean was warm; swimming above a large coral formation, the party saw a number of fish, including a shark in the distance, a shipwreck, and finally the entrance to the caves.  They entered heedless of danger, and in the very first chamber they ran into a cadre of bloated, half-rotten corpses- drowned ones!  The water was full of particles of greasy flesh, a slickness that sickened everyone just to look at it.  Instantly the zombies swarmed to the attack, faster than their land-bound counterparts, and one of them sank a harpoon into Oarin's chest, tearing viciously and collapsing both his lungs.  He never even had a chance to act.**Having no experience underwater (other than the merellin, of course, who bashed into the sea zombies rather successfully with his blunt nose), it took our heroes a few pivotal moments to realize that their staves and longswords were useless; only piercing weapons could help them here!  A lesson learned at cost, for the meathooks and rancid claws of the sea zombies were taking their toll on the party.Barely able to fight through the chamber without losing a man, the party beat a retreat after destroying the drowned ones, most of which were dead aquatic elves.  "I think we'd better tell Valkor about this," Chanticleer said.  She tossed her head and her golden locks floated demurely around her face.  "We may not be able to get this spell for him if all the elves are dead, and we need more potions."  The rest of the party agreed, so they returned to Captain Drake's vessel and thence back to Port Lofrax.  Dexter, being too clever for his own good, went to a Church of Galador to try to seek healing.  The irony certainly appealed to him, especially after the death of Lendore, which he perhaps felt the tiniest bit of remorse over.  Unfortunately for him, the Church was by now onto him, and while he was there he was duped into coming into the back and seized.  Hurled into a cold, damp cell, the poor lad found himself about to face the consequences of his actions....*Merellin are essentially dolphinweres- cetaceans that can change into a humanoid form.**This was actually the first session of dnd this player ever played, and he's been totally hooked ever since.Next Time: Chanti starts composing sea chanties to Bleak while Dexter suffers at the hands of the Inquisition!  Eek!</blockquote>

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