Darius swims over to Sledge and holds to coffin, signaling to him to chase down the skum.
Sledge rushes one of the creatures.
Sledge moves in and punches once, finishing off the injured Skum.
"Yeah, what you're not gonna do is trap me at the bottom of a lake with a psychopath, a zealot, a hobo who probably is currently taking his first bath, and...Well, Jones is alright, I guess."
Amanorn puts Magic to the Missle on the one what yet lives.
The Skum hurts bad. It turns on Sledge, seemingly frightened for its life....but unwilling to flee.
Jones double-moves again, flanking with Sledge if possible.
Jones does the thing.
Jones finishes the final Skum!
Amanorn pearl-of-powers the magic missile spell.
"Okay, so the good news is, I know the Mending spell. The bad news? Didn't prepare it today. So...suggestions?"
"Let's get inside the dome before we discuss our plan. I'm not sure how much longer we can withstand this pressure."
Amanorn makes the water slightly warmer for anyone swimming near him.
You have no way to precisely communicate with him.
Amanorn casts message to communicate the situation to the ship owner, and then GTFO of the pressure, at the jorrified look on Jones' s face.
You swim to the entrance of the cave/structure, where the glow emanates from.
You see what appears to be a "lens" of rippling glass, curved and covering an 8 foot opening, beyond which is a dry interior.
Jones searches for an opening, or a way to pass through.
Jones inspects the "glass" closer, and on touching it notes it's fairly springy, almost like a bubble. He's fairly certain that he could just push through with a bit of effort.
Jones does so.
The bubble envelops him, and then he passes safely through the sealock into the chamber beyond.
Amanorn follows behind.
With the help of Sledge, Darius brings the casket of Zin through the bubble as well. He takes the time to furiously shake off all the water much like other canine creatures.
Once sufficient, he knocks on the enclosure and speaks, " Zin, it seems we are in a dry place. You can come out "
" Now it brings the question, why all of this? How did someone create such a building? "
Z clamors out of the box unsteadily, "That was an ordeal, thanks everyone." she says before spinning on her heels and slapping Amanorm.
"Odd place for sure." she says agreeing with Darius' words.
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Darius raises a brow, " Now Zin, you are being awfully intimate with Amanorn as of late, I'd like it if you could keep your hands off of him unless you need cauterize his wounds. I'm sure you were frustrated in there without the wondrous bodily contact the REST of us clearly gave. " A smirk played upon his maw as Darius closed an eye.
" How are the rest doing on spells? We left nearly an hour and 10 minutes ago from the surface. "
Amanorn rubs his face where Zin slapped him.
"A little harder next time, darling, and while wearing a lot less. You can borrow Darius's whip if you really want to complete the effect."
He smiles slightly, but it's clearly forced.
"All joking aside, Queen Drama, if you're quite done? I've got a prime selection of spells remaining, Darius, and a keen frustration to unleash them on a target. Preferably a fiery one, as indicated previously, although for significantly different though tangentially related reasons."
He groans and takes off his boots, the removes and wrings out his socks.
"I hate wet socks. Barefoot for sure, unless our firebug has a slow heat spell I can dry these with? Or is practical, non-destructive applications of magic beyond you? Mph...wonder if prestidigitation will do it..."
His usual silly demeanor is a little off. Clearly, he didn't like being slapped. Go figure.
"Alright, folks. Focus. This is probably the most dangerous place any of us have ever been."
Sledge cracks his neck.
Once you get Zin out and have a chance to look around, you begin to notice some finer details of the chamber.
While made of black and slimy stone, the cave bears signs that it used to be a much nicer affair, covered in intricate carvings that are half-buried under the grime. Making out the details is hard, but they appear to mostly be tableaus of underwater life, waves and sea life of various kinds.
A fishy smell permeates the room, overpowering all other scents.
Z scowls to Darius and Amanorm in turn before unfurling her wings of fire and flapping them once, swirling the room in a quickly dissipating gout of flame.
Drying everyone to the best of her abilities without setting anyone alight.
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Amanorn looks at his now dry socks.
"Fair enough. So, now that we see this place has a motif, what do you think we're dealing with? Gillman? Merfolk? Undies? Ye Gods, I hope not Aboleth! The Skum don't seem the type to run things."
He pops his socks and boots back on and looks around. "You know, I could see restoring this place as a nice quiet spot to read, research, and take semi-willing women who have been paid enough to remove the word semi from their vocabulary. The smell is awful, though. A stinking cloud would be an improvement."
Z sprays fire over one of the walls covered in grime, hoping to strip away the detritus and leave behind the intact carvings underneath.
And more optimistically, hope the smell lessens.
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