Malvoisin's Savage Tide, Act 1 - There Is No Honor
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Putting their faith in Keoni's swimming and survival skills, the rest of the party realizes that the best thing to do is be ready underneath the trap door when he arrives. The group begins to retrace its steps, having gathered as much of the loot from the smuggler's chests as they can carry.
The swim across the tidal pool is still slow, especially for Col, but with the others' help, he does finally make it. The slog back through the shallow waters of the urchins' tunnels does involve a few slips, but fortunately, no one lands on any of the sickening, venomous urchins' spines. Even more importantly (to Col), none of his stuff gets wet, thanks to strong Chongo's efforts. The party steps over the bony corpse of Veldiamr Krund, and wrinkles their noses at the stench of ancient, mouldering pirate corpses and dead crabs. At last, the group arrives back underneath the sealed trap door, where the dead body of Shefton Rosk still stares up at them grotesquely in the fading light of Bael's sunrod. As the last of the rod's magical glow fades, the group can only wait in the dark and pray to whatever gods they may serve that Keoni will succeed.
After what seems a long wait, at last, there is sound from above. The reverberation of several large, heavy objects being dragged off the door above reach the welcoming ears of the party! Moments later, the heavy slab of the trap door lifts with a groan, and the rays of the warm, late afternoon sun spill down into the shaft, temporarily blinding those below. As vision returns, the familiar face of a certain dragon shaman peers down from above. Keoni has done it!
The swim across the tidal pool is still slow, especially for Col, but with the others' help, he does finally make it. The slog back through the shallow waters of the urchins' tunnels does involve a few slips, but fortunately, no one lands on any of the sickening, venomous urchins' spines. Even more importantly (to Col), none of his stuff gets wet, thanks to strong Chongo's efforts. The party steps over the bony corpse of Veldiamr Krund, and wrinkles their noses at the stench of ancient, mouldering pirate corpses and dead crabs. At last, the group arrives back underneath the sealed trap door, where the dead body of Shefton Rosk still stares up at them grotesquely in the fading light of Bael's sunrod. As the last of the rod's magical glow fades, the group can only wait in the dark and pray to whatever gods they may serve that Keoni will succeed.
After what seems a long wait, at last, there is sound from above. The reverberation of several large, heavy objects being dragged off the door above reach the welcoming ears of the party! Moments later, the heavy slab of the trap door lifts with a groan, and the rays of the warm, late afternoon sun spill down into the shaft, temporarily blinding those below. As vision returns, the familiar face of a certain dragon shaman peers down from above. Keoni has done it!
hafrogman
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Keoni grins down at the others, squinting to make out their faces in the murky darkness below. They look rather worn out, and he supposes he must look somewhat the worse for wear himself. Still, he is glad to have survived Vanthus's little trap. Breathing heavily he considers Anar's request.
"As it happens, I have no rope, and I would not wish to have attempted that swim with one tied around me. I can check the rowboat if you wish, but it might be easier for you to toss a line up to me. Tie a rock to one end to give it some heft and it should reach. Then I can tie it and you may start climbing."
"As it happens, I have no rope, and I would not wish to have attempted that swim with one tied around me. I can check the rowboat if you wish, but it might be easier for you to toss a line up to me. Tie a rock to one end to give it some heft and it should reach. Then I can tie it and you may start climbing."
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