Iron Ranger wrote:

Kondor roll  d6  Strength test!

d6:  2!

1d4: 3!

Tillak slams into Kondor! [Each take -2 HP from the impact.]

The rope flies out of Kondor's hand but the huge sucking pull underneath the group increases and the tremendous draining flush of water holds the metal sheet up nonetheless! Water roars under you as you all cling to the grate and each other.

At last the water level drains from the cavern leaving only a swiftly moving stream through a 5ft channel build of brick along the tunnel floor containing the flow as it passes through the grate into the darkness beyond. A familiar sight to both barbarian and cleric.

Exhausted, all slide down the grate to the tunnel floor below.

The characters are plunged into utter darkness, right?

Gundrabu seeks a light source somewhere about him. He thinks there at least must be a glowing dagger somewhere about.

If not, he struggles to find his bearings and peer up the channel down which he was borne. If he can ascertain the direction, and he still sees no light, he will carefully and cautiously make his way thence.

Kondor looks around. Any sign of his lost helm?

Gundrabu holds the gleaming dagger up menacingly — though perhaps the threat in the gesture is unconscious? — up before his eyes and Tillak’s, the better to gaze into his cousin’s soul.

“I told you,” he says through gritted teeth, barely suppressing his anger, “to hold the rope. What manner of Esquimaux are you? Would you have done as well had you a whale at the end of your harpoon line? Fah! It seems to me you would let that drop, too, denying food to your people and idly throwing away metal and the craft of a smith’s hands!”

[Fantastic!  Tillak +150XP for admission of guilt!  Lovin' this trio!]

It is easy for Gundrabu to return to his abandoned belongings. There are three steps leading up to the landing from which he jumped in.

His fellow adventurers are left behind in darkness, both quite stunned from their recent collision.

Tilak also follows Gundrabu, wanting to ensure that the cleric is not alone if something lies in wait for him. Though crestfallen and stinging from Gundrabu's beratement, the cleric and the barbarian are the only companions that Tilak has had in many moons and he woudl hate for anything bad to happen to either of them. He also attributes some of Gundrabu's testiness to the cleric's bond with the Khalk-xu, The Deep One. Tilak remembers his foster father, whose devotion to the Kraken has only been surpassed by the wild-eyed Gundrabu, throwing random members of the ship's crew into the sea to curry favor with The Deep One or to quell storms. He also knows to not waste words with apologies and to instead show his contriteness through actions. 
"Ythaqqa's bloody, wind-blasted bones," Tilk mutters under his breath while well out of earshot of his kinsman, "clerics really will be the death of me! Perhaps I trully am a misbegotten fool!"    

Last edited by SullyB74 (4/20/2021 3:37 am)

Gundrabu is already back at his gear and standing before the three steps up when he hears the whines of the barbarian back at the grate.
Tillak has joined the cleric.