"Kondor, do you desire again to feel the touch of the Kraken?"

“You look rested but not quite well, my friend. I must experiment. Tell me if you feel any better after this viscous touch of the Kraken.”

Gundrabu will attempt to cast Cure Light Wounds on Kondor.

Iron Ranger wrote:

Eirvit wrote:

Gundrabu experimentally removes that silver ring from his other hand.

It's stuck.
 

Hm. I suppose the ring exudes a magic-dampening field. I wonder if it will interfere with my own prayers to Khalk-xu. I'll have to cut off my finger. Perhaps Kondor will help me.

Gundrabu uses the short oar to try to push his canoe alongside Kondor's.
 

Gundrabu looks in the canoe for oars or poles with which to force/press his canoe up to Kondor’s. If there are none, he searches the water all about for a fallen stout branch or uprooted young tree that might serve the purpose. Gundrabu is loath to get out and wade through the chill water, but he will do so, if need be. After all, he still wears the Ring of Warmth.

Iron Ranger wrote:

[Gundrabu roll dHD recovery hp]
[votin the same]
[kondor the same]
[sigrun the same, if she wakes]

1d8 - 6!

Gundrabu startles awake.

Looking around, he hops out of the canoe onto the sand, then drags the canoe up onto the strand.

Then he looks around for foliage or deadfall with which to start a fire. He has the intention to warm up. Ideally he would roast a rabbit or something similar, but he knows that is unlikely. Besides, he has to meditate with the Kraken in the Seas of the Cosmos.

When he gets time for this, he would prepare these spells:

Level 1: Cure Lt. Wds x3, Purify Food/Drink
Level 2: Speak with Animals, Darkness, Hold Person
Level 3: Locate Object x2

“So it is the two of us together again, eh, friend Kondor?”

Gundrabu sighs and lounges in the bows of the boat while he curiously inspects this new (?) crystal weapon. [I fear I’ve “lost the plot.” 😂 I’ll have to go back and do some digging.]

“I am exhausted, Kondor. I say we let the stream carry us where it will, give our bark to the Kraken’s tendrils. It may be that the indifferent cosmos shoals us upon some shelter, where I may sleep and drink deep again from Khalk-xu’s brackish shore. When I rise out of that foetor again into the illusion of consciousness, I may refill our salts with vigor.”

Iron Ranger wrote:

Eirvit wrote:

1d6 - 2!

Oh, no. Gundrabu is going back to the campsite to snatch that crystal “weapon” he believes he sees.

The spits are no campsite. They are in the open on the beach where the clothed beastmen very nearly sacrificed Kondor, Gundrabu and TIllak!
The crystal weapon lies free of the clutch of one of these prospective murders. The cleric can easily scoop it up on his flight to the canoes without penalty.

Thanks for the clarification. Gundrabu most certainly scoops it up!

1d20- 11!

Gundrabu runs away from the giant lizard. Since the lizard is cresting a rise, I imagine that Gundrabu is running into a valley, which should be the river. If so, he makes for the canoe he paddled over earlier.

“I am exhausted. These brawlers need to find me somewhere safe and comfortable to sleep, so I can wake and mend their wounds with the cosmic Blood of the Kraken.”