Ahiko casts Ray of Enfeeblement on the creature, hoping to make it easier for Kali to escape its grip and in the hopes that it will do less damage to her as well..
That only accounts for when you are above water and then you fail by five or more to go under. But the added undercurrents adds to the DC not to mention carrying another full grown adult would make you overencumbered... if it was just heavy it would be a -6 modifier. So if I were nice you would only sink by one, if i were being fair, you would miss the DC by 10, so by 2. In addition you did not take off your armor, which could have helped. Figure that Lothi probably weighs 150lbs and then another 80lbs in his gear. shoot then there is hypothermia...
Male Ulfen Bloodrager 9 | 94/94 HP | AC 19 T 11 FF 19 (AC 26 currently) | Fort +10 Ref +4 Will +8 | Initiative +0 | Perception +15, Sense Motive +0
Resources:
Rage 9/23 | Spells: 1st 2/3, 2nd 1/1
Zelda | 47/47 HP (0 nonlethal) | AC: 21
Heh. The armor check penalty is already accounted for but I see what you're saying. I'm definitely within heavy load territory. If it seems impossible to save him, Vermundr will just let him go.
Ahiko screams in vain, calling out to Kali... and then, recalling the need for some degree of stealth, begins cursing the monster softly in a stream of Minkaian invective.
She watches Vermundr swim back to the boat with Lothi, but can do little from her own boat except watch, now in silence, tears streaming from her eyes.
If she can help maneuver her boat closer, she will extend her hair,then grab and lift Lothi up out of the water and into the boat.
If he's still alive, she will then touch him with a healing hex.
"That would be... kind of you... to honor her in that way. Thank you, Lothi. But you are right, we have a task ahead of us that takes precedence over honoring our fallen."
Now that Lothi is safe in his boat, she grabs the healing wand with her hair and reaches over to his boat and taps him with it enough times to heal him more completely.
"You are right, of course, my friend. Kali would want us to kick some ass. Let's get this done, and if we survive it, we can mourn our dead when it's over." Ahiko blushes at her own use of Common vernacular, and giggles softly. "For Kali!" she says, as if it were their new rallying cry.
Soon after the giant crab leaves and you get Lothhi into a kayak, you notice the funeral ship floating by the spit in the thinning fog, a small
glow on its deck marking the beginnings of the funeral pyre
that will soon consume it. To reach the ship, the you must
kayak out to the ship before it passes out of sight.
DC 10 Profession (sailor) or Wisdom check for each boat.
Ahiko does her best to try to hang onto the boat, not being a good swimmer. She'll use her hair to grab the boat and try to turn it over, and use her hair to climb into the boat.
Ahiko is now able to flip her canoe right side up.
It takes only a few minutes to reach the funeral ship,
tie off the kayaks, and board.
The deck of the longship has been built up with planks over the
old rowing benches, creating a space belowdecks. It appears
that the funerary treasures have been placed in this hold, as
the deck is empty save for a silent, shrouded form resting atop
a bier in front of the mast, surrounded by stacked wood. Tied to either side of the mast are two men who are tied up and gagged, waiting for fire to consume them.
A leather sack sits atop small pile of sand at the base of the bier,
the glow of flame and wisps of smoke escaping from it.
Beaten to an inch of his life, Ikoma hangs at the mast. What a worthless end. And I will die for a man I never really met. Those Barbarians! Wait, what is that noice.."MMMMM... MMMMM....MMMMMMMM"
Male Human Male Ulfen Cleric 4 - 27/32 hp Init +5, AC 19
A young man, scarcely appearing older than 17 remains deathly still with a look of grim acceptance in his eyes. He's beaten. He has one black eye and his face and arms are covered in cuts and bruises while his dark brown hair is caked in blood. He doesn't struggle or make noise, just waits for the inevitable. He appears conscious, albeit injured and tired. If only he could reach for that wooden symbol that his head seemed to try and turn towards for a second. But he quashes the thought.