1. Send Arjax or Lindale over with a rope tied around their waist first. Give the other end to Bjorkus. Toramin holds the lid for them, trying to will the stone not to break with his connection to the earth.
2. Arjax or Lindale braces themselves on the other side. holding the rope taut for support.
3. Send the party over
Does the rope give a circumstance bonus to the balance check? Does holding the lid do the same? The rope will allow for us to pull them out of the drink even if they fall.
Outstretching his two arms for balance, Psotheos attempts to cross the coffin lid.
Psotheos takes about two steps onto the lid and slips off. However, he's quick enough to grab onto the edge of the coffin, only dunking himself from the mid-torso down into the ice water. The claws of cold began dragging away at him, but Psotheos holds his own and manages to climb back onto the coffin, panting and out of breath.
Lindale carefully walks across the lid after infusing himself with some guidance.
Lindale helps Arjax back then tries himself. He carefully watches the place Arjax lost his footing, but in the process stops watching his right foot and trips over a ridge. He also manages to keep his hands on the lid, but as the freezing waters run through his armor he locks up, failing to climb back out of the water.
Toramin wishes he could help the drow, but he fears that if he moves then he will upset the lid and do even more harm to the elf.
"Arjax, Dalton -- please help fish Lindale out."
Dalton overhears the conversation regarding him, but - as before with the Pech - he keeps quiet. Observant. Good.
Observant or not though, the bridge over unnaturally cold water seemed to be taxing. Dalton extended a hand, attempting to help the Drow out.
Dalton begins crossing with a surprising amount of grace, managing to make it to the far side without any problems.
With a passing hand from Dalton, Lindale just barely manages to pull himself out of the icy grip of the water.
"I daresay I'm not nimble, but you're surely not doing your heritage justice!"{/b] jested Dalton as he helped the Drow to solid ground. [b]"Here, wrap yourself in the cloak for warmth."
"Good work, master Dalton. Arjax you and Gabriel are next."
Bjorkus backs up a few paces and takes off at a sprint. With a grunt, the bull takes to the air with all the grace of a flying 350 pound linebacker.
After Dalton holds the rope on the other side the party begins funneling over. They leave Toramin to go second last, then Bjorkus to make the jump.
Gabriel makes it across smoothly.
Arjax gets about halfway across when he loses his balance, but manages to leap onto the far side. Lindale struts across as if he's done this everyday, then Toramin takes a big wet dip into the ice water. Despite his armor he manages to climb his way back out relatively quickly, then tries again and makes it safely. Finally Bjorkus drops the rope and gets a head start, making a leap across and literally landing with his toes just outside the water. He pinwheels for a moment, teetering on the edge, but his companions quickly grab him and secure his foothold.
As the party moves on they take the turn, then peer into a large, snowy room. Sitting on the far wall, eating part of a cow carcass is a monstrous yeti. As you round the corner his grey eyes shift towards you, but he continues eating noisily. As he chews you see what appears to be half a large bronze key bouncing against his chest on a necklace.
Bjorkus raises a brow and gestures at the big furry beast that is not him for once.
"I just know we're gunna need that key", he rumbles.
"Of course. The yeti. Has the bloody key we need." He sasy through clenched teeth from the cold.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We don't know if we need the key - or even what it's for yet." A sneaking suspicion told Dalton they were right though...
Bjorkus feels his spine tingle as the ravenous monster meets his gaze. The gaze tells him you are nothing but another meal in my territory, but he steels his nerves and throws off the effect.
"Master Dalton, do you have any magic that could warm us or dry our clothes?"
After getting out of the water, Toramin will strip off his arm and wet clothes and chafe himself dry with a blanket before putting on his spare clothes and drying his armor and weapons. He doesn't seem to be ashamed of his nakedness.
"Come on lads, would you rather be cold and wet?"
When they approach the yeti, the dwarf offers, "What do yetis speak? We should ask it for the key before we attack it."
Bjorkus snorts and paws at the earth. His hide twitches as he visibly prepares to face down the challenger.
Psotheos’ teeth chatter as he rubs his arms and legs. Dry clothes, a fire, or warm wine sounded appropriate at the moment. Once everyone is across the water, he does some push-ups half-heartedly in hopes of warming up his body. He feels so tired though. He yawns rubbing his hands together.
”I am ready to burn the rope for warmth,” he mumbles as they see the snowy room. ”Let me at least dry off my legs...” he says, fumbling with his belt, when he becomes aware of the yeti. For a moment after the yeti’s non-reaction, Psotheos thinks he’ll have a chance to take off his pants and dry his legs, but Bjorkus tenses as if he’s about to charge the yeti!
Groaning he reaches for an arrow.