Irdril heals Eddrikk as a bonus action and then hits an injured shroom with an eldritch blast..
"Sneaky bastards aren't they!"
Eddrik rises and, conscious and ready to strike.
Irdril recognizes these as violet fungi. They are very slow and easy to strike and have trouble seizing prey but are a bit tough as they have no vital organs.
Raising to his feet, Eddrikk strikes at the monstrous mushroom.
Eddrikk deals a solid blow to the moshroom but it doesn't fall.
Being surrounded Cyrus wields two blades and swipes at the nearest fungus-man thing.
Cyrus lands both blows.
Tiberius and Galinndan lay into the foes with gusto.
In the tight quarters, the mushrooms manage to land blows on Galenus and Kanzen.
Kanzen grunts from the blow, but responds furiously with his daggers.
Kanzen's mushroom falls, slashed to pieces.
Ugh! What are these things?!
Cyrus continues to cut into the mushrooms.
Irdril fires some blasts at one of the damaged shrooms..
Galinndan lashes out with short sword and dagger, eager to bring down this menace before moving onto the next one.
Tiberius tires of this place and these fungal frustrations and summons his inner flame. Releasing a gout of dragon fire on the frenzied flora.
Between the hacking blades and Tiberius' fire, the remaining mushrooms are destroyed and burnt.
Shuushar points to the flowing stream just past the battle. "This will lead us to the Darklake. Can you swim? Or can we build a raft?"
"Those mushrooms were sneaky but at least they did not hit hard or fast. As for water, I am not especially talented or poor at swimming, but that I imagine would be insufficient for this Darklake. I say we fashion a raft."
Galinndan looks around for anything to comprise a raft.
I agree with the raft. The Darklake is big, and I don't know how far we'll be traveling. There's a lot of us here, and any of us could be picked off by the creatures in the depths. We may even need a couple of rafts to ferry us all.
You begin moving through the tunnels near you, being careful to stay close enough to each other but spreading out a bit to search for suitable materials.
Oh... they do'nah 'it 'ard he says... an what the hell were dey.... Irdril, thanks fer da healing love, ya saved my bacon. What about usin' der corpses as part of the raft?
Galinndan casts his sharp eyes around, seeking choice materials. Or any.
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Galenus starts searching for materials while they’re walking. This piece ain’t no good, nor that piece. Ah! Here’s something that might work! He goes on like this for a while. He even occasionally uses his Mage Hand cantrip to get hard-to-reach pieces.
He looks around and sees some of the others have trouble finding material, and then a though dons on him. Hey, we’re in the underdark. You can’t go looking for driftwood, you ain’t going to find any. Rafts and boats aren’t made of wood down here, they’re made of fungus. Zurkhwood, to be exact. Start looking for some strong Zurkhwood, giant bones from large creatures, or shells from a hook horror – damn, we should’ve looked back in those tunnels - or something like that.
It’s not until after they’ve found the materials that a new idea dons on him. He should’ve thought of this earlier. While they’re trying to build the raft, Galenus will start casting mending to help fuse pieces together to make for a sturdier connection.
Eddrikk throws himself into finding material to build a raft, unfortunately the repeated blows to the head began to slow his progress to the point where he sits down for a brief period.
Once assembly begins he found his second wind and is hoping once finished he can nap.
Kanzen sets to helping with assembling a raft of some kind from the materials the party has gathered, but quickly realises he has no idea what he's doing. Construction is not one of his skills. He desperately tries to watch what Galenus is doing and copy, though many times he discovers that he is working in a completely different context to the dwarf, and so the copying works against him rather than for him.
Grumbling to himself, he begins watching Eddrikk instead, who seems to be doing a great job, and is working on a section similar to Kanzen.
Cyrus puts his best effort into getting his crew on the water.
You toil for about an hour and drag together materials that look like they could form a raft. Making that raft collaboratively and quickly, however, may prove difficult.
You all pitch in together but find the collaborative raft-making process quite difficult. In a hushed whisper, Shuushr irges you on "If we complete this, we can float away from our pursuers. If not, they may overtake us!"
The small myconid looks at the dead fungi with disgust. We always have to watch out for these wild, mindless things. He pitches into helping with the raft with eagerness, carrying small pieces of zurkwood in his pseudopods.
Could I make some stone tools with the mason's tools?
Irdril helsp in any way she can, more than likely that's not much though.
Irdril will provide Inspiration as needed, up to 3 times.
You manage to get a large raft together that can hold all of you made of pieces of zurkhwood lashed together with long, tough, fibrous fungi. It is shaky and slow but seems to hold together. You paddle along the subterranean river under Shuushar's direction. It gets dark. Extremely dark. You wind through small passages with the barely-flowing water opening into caverns with rivers branching out of them. Shuushar leads you down a left fork then you open into a cavern full of columns. You maneuver the boat carefully around them and Shuushar leads you down a right fork.
Things are quiet for the first four hours or so.
The dwarf maiden sits uneasily on the boat, a look of distaste on her face. "Never was much for swimming..."
Shuushar pipes up in Undercommon "What did she say?"
Having had to help assemble the raft, Galinndan considers resting.
But there is fishing to be attempted. I have a spear after all.
When Shuusher asks, he replies in undercommon without taking his eyes from the water.
"She is not a keen swimmer."
Building the raft was challenging for Galenus. He was not used to working with "wood" and other such materials. Leave that to others. But with Cyrus' guidance and a bit of his own tricks (mending), he felt useful.
Now, they were finally ready to head out onto the Darklake.
It's been a while since I've seen the Darklake, he said. But there's a lot of communities attached to it. The deep dwarves are there, somewhere. We should go see them, maybe get a proper room in an inn and a bath. The Kua-tao will be nice, but you just can't get a proper bath with them.
Before they head out, Galenus asks for a pause. I'd like to set up a ritual and bring an extra set of eyes for us while we're on the lake. I think it'll be useful. With that, he pulls out the small heads brazier they recovered from the gnolls and starts burning the charcoal, incense, and herbs - taking the ashes from some to draw while guiding the smoke from others to create symbols in the air. As he works, celestial light starts to form a shape of a small fish. When the quipper is fully formed, he releases it into the waters.
He'll be able to keep a watch in the waters for us, letting us know if there's any dangers. And as a bonus, I can occasionally see through his eyes or hear what he hears as well. But doing so will leave me deaf and blind up here, so I'll need you guys to protect me while I do that.
When Eldeth complains about swimming, Galenus attempts to reassure her, Hey, this is the best way - the drow can't track us on the waters.
Irdril will attempt to catch somthing as well..
but unfortunately she drops her makeshift fishing pole in the water after just a few minutes of trying.
"Dammit.. It took me an hour to make that.."
She takes a break to pout over her lost tackle..
I've never seen the darklake. Several things I have seen in my time as a slave to the drow, but not the lake we are heading too. Tiberius says as he attempts to use his spear to skewer any fish or other creatures in the river, wanting to at least attempt to help gather sustenance.
Eddrikk, laying on his back, looks up to the ceiling, where the sky should be;where the sun should be; where the moon and stars should be. By Moradain's trouser beard I want out of this place, he irreverently, but shortly, said invoking the name of the chief dwarven deity.