Tillka looks at his companions with horror on his face. 

"We are cursed by deviltry! Y'thaqqa's bones!!"

OOC: Is our hair just longer, or is it grey now, as well? 
 

Gundrabu tries to snap off a long nail by bending it against the stone edge of the fount.

Tillak attempts to draw his dagger from its sheath and saw off his finger nails. 

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Eirvit wrote:

Gundrabu reaches out with his consciousness for the Kraken. It seems to him that he has “slept,” after a fashion. Has the Kraken therefore filled his rested mind with its full complement of blessings (i.e., spells)?

Gundrabu can hear the faraway pounding of surf as listening to a shell. He knows it will take time to recall the Kraken.

Iron Ranger wrote:

Kondor recalls from his childhood years after a bully sheared his barbarian locks, his mother coddling him with assurances that his mane would regrow, half an inch a moon.

ooc: Whoa whoa whoa, are we talking the Hyperborean moon Phobos (a 7-day cycle) or Selene (a 45.5 day cycle)? Either one is different from the Earth moon's 28day cycle.

This would be a great time to plug in the setting's calendar: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/109228/Hyperborea-Annual-Calendar

If we do that, are we assuming that the game started at the assumed starting year of 576CAE, or before so that the current time jump starts us off at 576 (saving us time and paperwork, if we use the provided calendar from the PDF)?

See, if it's Phobos, then 4ft at 1/2inch per moon is (4x12=96"x2=) 192 weeks we've been asleep. At 13 months a year, 4 weeks a month (192/4=48 months/13) 3.692307692 years (approximately 3.7 years).

However, if it's 1/2inch per Selene moon rotation (45.5 days) that 45.5x192= 8736 days/364 (hyperborean calendar days) =24 years.

Kondor recomputes. "Let's see, It grows 1/2 inch in 45.5 days, then that's 1 inch in 91 days. 91 days x 48 inches is 4368 days, and there's 364 days in a year, that's ... 12 years???"

"Twelve years!!!" Kondor exclaims, then uses the palms of his hands to remove his sword from its sheath, before slicing off the nails as carefully as he can. Kondor growls while he works at the sword and his nails.
"Unless this is some illusion, or we were aged magically rather than immobilized for a decade, we've lost too much time. What in blazes happened? And, with our gear destroyed, how are we going to survive in this tundra without proper footgear?!"

Tillak listens to the concversation that Gundrabu and Knodor are having

"12 years??!!! Y'thaqqa's bones! We are truly cursed, brothers! We must escape this pit. At least we have each other's aid and companion ship."

He looks at Kondor. 

"We should find your crown and abscond from this place, quickly." Tillak glances at his war pick and scowls, dolefully. 

"This will not aid me if we encounter those beetles again, brothers."

 

Kondor will finish with his own nails before helping the others.