Remember the Cavindale! (As his betters, i think we have a duty to help him)

[Tumakhunter]

Jak Ogresticker, Dwarven Ranger

"Get up here! Now!"

The yell awakens Jak, as he realizes he's stuck to something. Reaching back to discover his axe stuck in a piece of the mast, he quickly unstraps it and stands up. Seeing the survivors upbeach, and turning to see the great beasts in the water, he grabs his axe and pulls it free before turning to face th threat from the water.

"At least we'll eat well tonight," he yells as he stalks a little closer to the water and plants his feet in a wide stance, waiting for one of the creatures to come near.

 

[Badger]

Toskar Shieldsplitter ( male dwarven Fi3)

As the man behind the tusker calls for everyone to leave the water, Toskar carefully lowers the enchanted glasses back over his eyes, allowing their magic to bring his surroundings into a much sharper focus.

Concentrating on the corpses being pulled under the water, Toskar is slightly startled when another voice demands that everyone run toward him immediately.

Turning around in surprise, Toskar is amazed that some are actually running towards the thin tree hugger, and more amazed that none have realized the combined strength they have due to their numbers.

Turning his back to the elf, and seeing a fellow dwarf running towards them with his axe at the ready, a wide smile breaks across Toskar's face.

"Aye, let us show those fishies what happens when they make th' mistake o' lettin' th' real danger slip through their teeth."

 

[tburdett]

Dogan "Dog" Stonewarden Dwarf Barbarian 1 / Fighter 2

Dogan is busily preparing some 'bait' when he hears the call to fall back. "Cowards! It's just a couple of fishies!", he tosses back towards the fleeing survivors.

Seeing the two dwarves standing nearby he calls out to them, "Hey, you! Yeah, YOU! If the fishies don't scare you, bring me a length of rope. I'll toss this bait out and we can haul us in some dinner!"

 

[Manzanita]

Solomon Kreel - half orc

Solomon glances back and forth between the dwarves advanceing on the water, and the others fleeing it. The cleric, despite his appeal, has stood his ground. "I'm with you," he intones to Edward with his deep, deep voice. "What do you think we should do? I've lost my big bow."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

Grumbling in Dwarven under my breath I mutter, "You can't reason with bullheaded dwarves…” and to the half orc and cleric I simply state, “Cover me if I need it.” I give up searching for melee weapons and scamper in a low crouch to a more effective range hoping that I won’t have to save a dwarf from stupidly today… When I make the range I drop to my preferred firing position of one knee and wait for movement from the monster.

OOC: : believe it to be 30 ft for Point Blank Shot to function but I move forward enough for a point blank shot. [/OCC]

 

[ShadowX]

Edward Talmed

"Those stubborn dwarves, I guess we have to help them out. I would not worry about your bow Solomon, that sword will inflict more than enough pain. I will stay back and support you and the other others.

 

[tburdett]

"Come on now, step lively with that rope!", Dog says as he snaps his fingers towards the other dwarves. "If we don't hurry they'll eat their fill and swim away!"

Seeing some of the other survivors move back towards the beach, Dog calls out to them as well, "Well, I see you don't all have a yellow stripe down yer back. I need rope, and I need it NOW! I hear that giant fish is good eating!"

 

[infax]

Noticing he will soon be left alone and not wanting to seem to be a deadweight for the remaining survivors, Kelkan grudingly and silently trudges in the direction of the huddled brawlers.

After going some steps he turns around and, looking to the bare-fisted elf, points with his head in the direction of the water. He resumes then his walk. He intends to be some 20 feet behind the frontline fighters and some 20 feet more to the right of the group, weary of area attacks by some kind of aquatic spellcaster.

Along the way, as it has been said the beach is pebbly, Kelkan, remembering so many hours playing with his halfling friends during childhood, tries to select a dozen stones apt to be used as throwing weapons.

 

[Avatar_V]

Cale, Halfling Rogue 2/ Transmuter 1

Cale sees the dwarves charging into the surf and shakes his head. So, there's going to be a fight. Fools. Well, I won't be terribly helpful from up here. Cale tries to blend into the foliage as well as he can and moves quietly, so as not to attract the attention of whatever's in the water and he sneaks down to where Loske is kneeling. He levels his crossbow at the things in the water as he turns to the half-elf next to him. "Good shooting, my Lady" He smiles. He places his finger on the trigger and begins to pull it back. "If there's going to be a fight here, it might be best for me to begin it as I don't think those creatures see me up here and I've got a nice shot lined up. What do you think? Should we fire?" Unsure that this is a fight that even needs fought, Cale waits for Loske's reply, but with the fighters charging out into the sea, he thinks that what's about to happen is inevitable.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)

Loske blows a stray locket of red hair away from her eyes with out letting her gaze stray from down range as she address her new companion, "I don't believe we need to provoke a fight little one. I think the dwarfs will do it just fine with out are help or interference. That said, I say we saves are arrows and bolts for the real danger and that's when ever that "thing" decides to show its self."