Tillak looks at Sigurn and says, "Where does the river  where we left our companions lead to? If it is not far from our camp, then we can look for then."

1d8: 7!

Votin has slept roughly, his wounds do not allow for a restful night..."Where are the others?"

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Votin has slept roughly, his wounds do not allow for a restful night..."Where are the others?"

Tillak speaks tobyhe barbarian. "Are you well? Thank you for facing the lizard on your own. You are very brave."

Eirvit wrote:

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

Upon getting a better look at his surroundings, the cleric realizes that his canoe is grinding along a sandbar under the water of the shallow stream. The stream is filled with tall grasses  and he cannot see the stream's edge. Movement is haltingly slow due to the friction of the sandbar so there's plenty of time to pray to the Kraken it seems.

[Khalk-xu floods the cleric with his gifts and +300XP]

As the cleric ebbs back to his senses, he notices the sway of the grasses to his right, a hard breeze carrying the faint scent of sea. 

Tilak spins, weaapon and shield in hand. "Hark! Who goes there?!" He looks back at his companions. "Frienda, we may have unwanted company soon. Gird thyselves!"

Iron Ranger wrote:

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

1d8 - 6!

Eirvit wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

As the cleric ebbs back to his senses, he notices the sway of the grasses to his right, a hard breeze carrying the faint scent of sea. 

Gundrabu gratefully scents the sea air, but he looks for firm land.

He sits up in the canoe and looks about.

All his prayers answered, and feeling a very refreshed 32/32, Gundrabu looks toward the sea breeze, water grasses as far as he can see, but the roar of the surf feels perceived and beckons. Behind him, a ragged rock cliff, heavy treeline above. Nearby, Kondor asleep in his canoe, which appears stuck on the shallow submerged sandbar beneath them. Silent birds soar overhead in the dim red hued sky.