"Ah. Sneaky like. Got it."
"I am so tired of bugs," Atia groans, shivering with disgust.
"Maybe Joran can carry Lanni again until we're out of the water?" Atia suggests, glancing at their surroundings. "I'll stay somewhere in the middle..."
"Yeah, sure." Joran will offer to carry the gnome and if he accepts, will do so until they reach shallower water, where he will then put him back down.
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In response to the bug bite issue, "I was bitten by those stupid flies. But I don't feel anything." He shrugs.
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Lanni looks around as they are going deeper into these caverns. He whispers to Joran next to him, "I can't see anything. It is rather dark and all you big people are in the way."
Leaning down, "You want me to pick you up so you can see better? Up to you, little buddy."
Atia chews on her bottom lip nervously and nods at Terry's signal, crouching low...as if that might help...and attempts to sneak past the grindylows with the rest.
Mateo grins at the sight of the grindylows, gripping his rapier anew as he prepared for combat. When Terry gave the sign to be quiet though, the man would frown with disappointment before following along.
Joran, looking extremely confused by Terry's actions, He wants us to SNEAK past them? All eight of us? When most of us aren't really BUILT for sneaking? Has he even SEEN me? Shaking his head at the level of impossible that Terry is asking for, Sneak past. Seriously? I'm 6'6" and outweigh Mateo, Atia, and Lanni COMBINED, and I'm just supposed to 'sneak past' them. Yeah. Sure. Okay. Well, this ought to be good.
Reaffirming his grip upon his sword, Joran does his best to "stealth" his way past the grindylows.
Leaning down, "You want me to pick you up so you can see better? Up to you, little buddy."
"Not particularly, no. I would rather you were all just invisible or something."
Leaning down, "You want me to pick you up so you can see better? Up to you, little buddy.""Not particularly, no. I would rather you were all just invisible or something."
Shrugging, "Sorry. Nothing I can do about that, little buddy. It looks like we're going to have to be quiet and not get noticed. Call me crazy but you might want to keep your weapon handy. Just sayin'."
"Probably a good idea, Lanni says and draws his rapier.
Standing on the edge of the corridor to block the way if needed.
Seadreamer will wait with battleaxe drawn.
Quiet, we dont need to be heard
He winces slightly at Atia stumbling in the water and sloshing it, as he waits.
Once everyone is past, he attempts to sneak past.
Atia curses quietly as she stumbles, glancing into the cave of grindylows to see if their clumsy sloshing through the water has been noticed yet.
Destinie ends up being the loudest sneaker of the group as she can't seem to stop stepping onto items that cause her to slip and splash against the water.
With all the noise they are making, Joran cringes at their every step. Won't be long now. Wait for it...
It's downright tricky to stealth while wading through water that's too shallow to swim through, but too high up not to swoosh around your legs. Dreamer manages it, but the rest of you find yourselves making entirely too much noise to sneak past, and the grindylows cry out as they spot you, each one diving under water.
Atia stays on the edge of the water that isn't so deep and casts Summon Monster II, bringing forth a Giant Frog that appears in the water in front of the nearest grindylow .
The giant frog's tongue lashes out and attempts to grab the grindylow.
"Well, that went about as well as expected," he states matter-of-factly. "Fine by me though. Bring 'em on, I prefer a straight fight to all this sneaking around." With the blade of his greatsword raised high and at an angle, he readies to bring it down hard as soon as one nears.
"Well, here is to killing them. Remember folks; poke, not swing." Mateo says with a grin before he takes a step off of the ledge and into the deep water. The man tosses his hat back as he does, long brown hair flowing over his shoulders as he sinks underneath the waves. With his buckler, rapier, and leather armor, the man immediately begins to sink down into the water. His grin stays on his face as he watches the grindylows swim through the water, sinking ten feet down into the seaweed bed below.
With his heels against the floor, Mateo smirks softly and readies himself for an underwater dance of death.
Des hissed as her eyes went white into a trance again with a determined look on her face. They were at the right place and the fact that they were casually holding her items angered her, but she wasn't going to underestimate them agsin. So staying in the water, she casts
[OOC]Add +1 to your attack rolls.
Atia's frog appears and grapples the nearest grindylow, just before the rest swim into action. They swim down into the tall seaweed, then swarm around Mateo and the frog.
Mateo can see the seagrass moving as the little bastards swim through it, but they have cover from the vegetation, and he just misses his first attack. The thing stabs a spear at him, and his parry doesn't quite meet it, but he dodges aside anyway.
One of the grindylows flees east.
One of the grindylows flees east.
"Oh great. It's going to bring more of them."
"Aquan, since they are underwater? And I can't yell loud enough for them to hear me, but maybe Message..."
I hope I live to regret this.
He curses as he quickly draws both his boarding axe, and his dagger.
As he wades past Sharkbait he comments.
Watch our back big guy, this ruckus is bound bet and determined to draw others.
He continues to walk forward as he spins his axe around for the pointed side is frontwards.
He then sets his footing for an attack.
BAB, STR, 2 Weapon (Both are piercing so no penalty
I hope I can get up from here
Lanni taunts the fleeing grindylow, and from the tunnel where it vanished he hears a reply, in Aquan, shouted rather than whispered back.
Seadreamer stands beside Mateo and the frog, ready to strike as soon as one comes into range.
The grindylow attached to the frog doesn't bother trying to free itself, instead trying to stab the frog holding him. He manages a small hit on the large amphibian, but the tongue attached to him prevents him from hitting more solidly.
From further north in the chamber, a grindylow rushes Mateo and takes a wild swing at him. Mateo parries a second time, knocking the blow away and stabbing in for a kill, but again the seaweed gets the better of him, the grindylow barely visible in the stuff.
One of them swims directly into Dreamer's axe, his dagger strike unnecessary as the water clouds briefly with grindylow blood, the creature floating dead at the surface.
The giant frog will attempt to swallow the grindylow in its grasp.
Atia will draw her crossbow and fire off a shot at the nearest grindylow she can see.
I hope I live to regret this.
He curses as he quickly draws both his boarding axe, and his dagger.As he wades past Sharkbait he comments.
Watch our back big guy, this ruckus is bound bet and determined to draw others.He continues to walk forward as he spins his axe around for the pointed side is frontwards.
He then sets his footing for an attack.
"You got it, 'Dreamer." Joran then pulls out a dagger and launches it at the nearest one.
Under the water, Mateo deftly parries and dodges the attacks coming for him. With his rapier in hand, he strikes back against the grindylow that had him caught at the moment.
The swashbuckler strikes fiercely, his lungs releasing more air as he fights and struggles down below. He waits for them to approach him with his back against the wall, eyes looking through the murky depths for his next foe.
Terry moves up, rapier at the ready, trying to cover over Mateo's head and the path back to the rest of the group.
Readied attack should one come in range.
With not much else that could be done, Des picks up her crossbow and unloads at one of the creatures.
Atia's frog swallows the grindylow it'd grappled, the creature disappearing inside. Joran learned that thrown weapons work terribly underwater, as in, not at all, the dagger leaving his hand and almost immediately sinking. Mateo dispatched yet another grindylow, Terry prepared himself for one to attack, and Des nearly hit one with her crossbow, but the bolt went just wide.
Cass heals the giant frog back up, knowing that tossing the card won't help much, and seeing that it's tanking several enemies.
The fleeing grindylow rushes back to fight Lanni, but Dreamer blocks his path. It doesn't have a chance to attack, having swum quite a distance to return.
The other three remaining gang up on the frog that ate their companion.
The giant frog is hurting, but clinging to life, thanks to Cass.
Your mothers must have fed you with a crossbow
Dreamer quips as he takes a pair of swings at the Grindylow that was swiming by.
BAB, STR, 2 Weapon, Bless (Both are piercing so no penalty)
Only to hook his dagger in the seaweed and have it ripped from his hand.
"Joran, do me a favor and squish that squid thing for me please."
Since it worked so well last time, and since there are so many people in his way, Lanni tries a similar trick on a different Grindylow.
Lanni's words to the first grindylow inspire it to open its mouth to shriek a reply, just in time for Dreamer's axe to stab into the maw and out the back of its head.
He hollars at the next one, making another angry squid goblin take notice of him.
The ingested grindylow tries desperately to cut its way free of it's amphibious, acidic prison.
The grindylow finds using a spear from inside a creature to be difficult indeed.
Terry continues to hold the line, readying an attack should anything try to approach.
Sheathing his sword, the barbarian sighs. "Welp, I'm tired of standing around sooo...," Joran looks to Atia and says, "I'll be back, darlin'," just before giving her a wink. Moving forward and stepping off into the deep, Joran sinks like a rock, drawing another dagger as he does.
The giant frog chews the grindylow in its mouth even more, hoping to wear it down before it disappears back into its home plane.
Atia nods to Joran, a serious look on her face. "Don't do anything stupid, Joran. And watch Mateo's back."
She then hefts her light crossbow again and fires a shot off to the nearest grindylow.
Mateo sits in the water, ready with his rapier in hand. He hears a commotion above him and sees the hulking figure of Joran slowly sink down beside him in the water. The swashbuckler gives a quick bow as a curtsy before turning his attention again towards the grindylows that they were fighting against. He skirts along the wall towards where the one of the grindylow.
The goblin-like creature turns, striking at him with its spear, but the swordsman is uncomfortably skilled even fighting underwater. He deflects the blow and thrusts with his blade towards the little beast's heart.
Close, but not quite. She decided to try her luck a second time with her crossbow.
This time she found her mark, albeit a small one.
Atia and Destinie team up to take down one of the grindylows who was preparing to charge Lanni for taunting him, and Mateo dispatches another. The water is chummed red and cloudy and it's getting harder to see, until the giant frog belches happily, his meal complete, the bubble of gas dispersing some of the grindylow blood.
A single grindylow is all that remains, the little fiends proving no match for you all, even on their home turf. This one chooses to flee, and does so rapidly, squirting a jet of water from an orifice you don't wish to consider too carefully, under its tentacles.
seadreamer fishes around for his dropped dagger, while waiting for the others to come back up for air.
Lets get ourselves sorted out and moveing. That one is bringing the alarm.
With the last grindylow retreating, she shouted back at it.
That was her last gasp before her eyes returned to normal as she stumbled a bit... only growl. "Wait a minute."
She swam towards where the creatures were slain and disappeared... only to come back up with items belonging to Sandy and Tilly.
"We have to be close now. Let's follow them."
"Or let's follow the shallower path and see if they meet up instead of swimming directly into more of them?" Terry points back at the path he had been trying to follow.
"Terry is right," Atia says, stashing her spellbook back into its waterproof bag and watching, briefly, as the giant frog fades back into its own plane. She casts a sympathetic eye on Destinie, frowning with worry over the items that the oracle fished up. "We are not at our best and strongest in the water, and our enemies are. We will do Sandara and Tilly no good if we rush into things without thinking it through first."
A single grindylow is all that remains, the little fiends proving no match for you all, even on their home turf. This one chooses to flee, and does so rapidly, squirting a jet of water from an orifice you don't wish to consider too carefully, under its tentacles.
Lanni sees the little beast swim away quickly. He also hears Destinie shout at the thing, so he leaves it to her to yell at.
"Or let's follow the shallower path and see if they meet up instead of swimming directly into more of them?"
"Sounds good to me. I can at least touch the bottom here for now."
Destinie sighs deeply as to collect herself before swimming back towards the group in general. "I did manage to pick up something about a Queen Mother. That has to be their leader."
Mateo sits in the water, ready with his rapier in hand. He hears a commotion above him and sees the hulking figure of Joran slowly sink down beside him in the water. The swashbuckler gives a quick bow as a curtsy before turning his attention again towards the grindylows that they were fighting against. He skirts along the wall towards where the one of the grindylow.
Joran grins, giving a salute at the swashbuckler. Looking around and preparing to help finish off the creatures, all of the sudden there appear to be none left. Dropping his shoulders in discouragement, the barbarian grunts in annoyance as several bubbles flow from his mouth. Sheathing his dagger, he looks at Mateo and points up, making his way back to the surface.
Rising from the deep, the barbarian's long hair adheres to his back as he pushes away the hair that's covered his face. "Well, that was easy." He says with a smile. "Okay, which way now?" he asks, turning his focus upon the tunnel behind Lanni. "I'm guessing down that tunnel there?" He motions with a nod of his head. "It's either that or swimming. And I'm guessing that swimming is not everyone's first choice."
"No, I prefer not to swim if we can avoid it..." Atia says, placing a hand on the big man's upper arm and giving it a quick squeeze. She begins to head down the tunnel with the shallower water, although she will pause after a moment and wait for those with better scouting abilities to go ahead.
"Queen Mother, you said, Des?" Atia wrinkles her nose in disgust. "I feel like...things have been a little too easy so far. We should keep our guard up."