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"Sounds t'me like water splashin' off rocks over on this way," Gall suggests as he jerks a thumb toward the north passage. "Maybe some kinda smaller tunnel, I'm thinkin'. Arty might be right 'bout the south bit, but I'm with Cueta. This tide'll be the death of us if we ain't careful. What say the rest of ye?"
"We'll do what we can to not get ourselves kilt, then, but I don't anticipate these lot'll be in a chattin' mood. Come on, ladies and gents, we're burning daylight." With that, Gall turns to start swimming further into the caves.
"Rid of him and our ship, the only bloody way off this rock," the half-giant grumbles reluctantly.
"Aye, I reckon we could if we needed to. But I ain't rightly sure if we got enough time. Recall I heard Plugg or one o' them sayin' we got a time limit, don't we?" Gall glances around at the others with furrowed brows as he tries to recall. "Much as I'd love to get me a wee bit o' rest, too, I don't think we got time fer it."
Skirting around the outside of the chamber, Gall tries to get close enough to one of the be-tentacled creatures so he can slash at it.
"What I wouldn' give for a sandbar!" Gall says, spitting water as he makes for the nearest wall. If he is able to reach the wall in a reasonable amount of time, he draws his sword and prepares for the fight.
"Ye all right there, lass?" Gall asks as he tries to make sense of which way to go. "Don't go gettin' yerself kilt now. Yer all we got in the way of healing, I suspect. Unless Cueta's got some left?" Once Harmony's wellbeing is sorted out, he nods toward the east cave and starts swimming that way. "I reckon we don't want to leave these here caves, aye? Best to keep goin' deeper."
Gall dutifully snatches up the pike and lobs it down into the water after Cueta, aiming for a few feet beside her. Once the last person is down the rope, he follows suit as nimbly as the big man is able. For the time being, the rope will just have to languish there and await their return.
"Aye, I'm with Harmony. No sense in gettin' ourselves killed over a hunch." At the mention of a rope, he unslings his rucksack and quickly pulls a length of rope that stretches to about fifty feet free. Without preamble, he offers one end out to Cueta and tosses the rest to the stone beneath their feet. "Got ye covered lass. Let's find a spot to anchor this."
Ouch, sorry to hear that, Shadow. Like Cueta said, take as much time as you need to get over it.
Gall nimbly picks his way across the slick rocks, very much used to this sort of going from a lifetime of sailing. With furrowed brows, he eyes the coastline and whispers across to the nearest one of his friends. "Oi, mate. There's a sunk ship over yonder, just off the coastline. Let's not forget to give 'er a look see after we find our friends, aye? Could be something good inside."
Gall stops for Harmony, offering out the wounded leg so she can patch it up. Rather than wincing or recoiling away from the healing, he actually lets out a hearty giggle at the sensation. "Ah, it tickles, lass! What're ye doin' to me?" Once he manages to quell his laughter, he offers her a hand back to her feet. After which he pats her on the shoulder with a warm smile. "Much obliged. New or not, you're doin' great work, Harm."
Ouch. That's gotta be really rough on you. Take as much time as you need, of course. You and your friend will be in our thoughts.
"Heh, I think I'll pass, Rizz. Me knee's liable to give out if ye do that right about now," Gall replies with a snort of amusement. He nods in agreement with Harmony, gesturing toward Cueta who is no doubt ahead of the rest of the group. "Aye, reckon it's best if we nail down where they've got their hidey hole first. Ye got any idea where that is, Cueta?"
As his muscles finally manage to relax, Gall tumbles to his rear and lets out a sigh of relief. He rubs his eyes with one hand, muttering, "Besmara bless me ragged arse, that were miserable. Thanks for the help, ladies and gents. Might've found meself as that thing's lunch if it weren't for the lot of ye." Despite his copious cuts and bruises, he does shove himself to his feet and wearily plod on after Cueta and company. "Say, lads, maybe it wouldn't hurt none to rest up 'afore we go chargin' in to save our mates?"
Gall, frozen as still as a statue in the midst of recoiling in horror at what was once an undead monstrosity, says nothing. The poor b*stard cannot even close his mouth or his eyes to keep out the biting flies that have swarmed around him. He can only stand there and hope his companions will be able to save his petrified butt from this fresh nightmare fuel.
With a grimace at the sight within the stockade, Gall sets his jaw and steps inside so the rest of the group does not have to. Breathing from between clenched teeth, he quickly takes stock of the room and what lays within. "Wonder what got this poor sod so down in the dumps. Had near to everything he could need right here if he were wantin' to survive." Shaking his head to take a break from his musings, he prods at the dead man to illustrate his next point. "No sense in cutting him down if we ain't stickin' around. The lot of ye yell if ye find something good." With that out of the way, he sets to frisking the corpse as quickly as he can.
"Aye, I see it. Maybe there ain't noone up there and we get to take us home a nice treat. Wouldn't that be a fine surprise?" Gall suggests with a quick smile Cueta's way. Nonetheless, he does heft his sword as he follows her up.
Good luck with things, Harmony! Hope everything starts looking up for you soon. And have a great weekend, DMP!
"Them frogs weren't. Far as I could tell, anyhow..." Gall chimes in as he sets the flat of his blade against one shoulder, following along to the south. "Maybe it's just this half of the island?"
With one crab down, Gall calls a quick, "Thanks, lass," over his shoulder to both Harmony and Cueta for the aid. He turns to the other crab in reach and tries to slash its claws clean off!
Having fortunately never actually put down his broadsword, Gall snarls in pain as massive crabs erupt from the beach. With Harmony's help though, he manages to stay in fighting shape. And so, he rounds on the crabs with weapons in hand and murder in his eyes.
Gall pulls his attention away from the trees and the potential fruit they may bear to make his way over to Esmarelda. "A'course, lass. Let's see what ye got, shall we?" Taking the coconut shards from her, he turns it over in his hands and eyes the shell critically.
"Can't say as I can make heads or tails of it, I'm afraid. Mayhap Cueta'll have a better idear. Oi, lass! Come have a look at these things, will ye?"
Gall eyes the wide sea and the sunny beach with a small smile, simply enjoying the view for a moment. Once the moment ends, he casts a glance back to the beach and frowns thoughtfully at the coconuts as he moves to check on the trees. If nothing else, coconuts would make a great breakfast. "Doubt it, lass. I just hope it ain't nothin' else what's hungry. Reckon we ain't lucky enough for it to be them critters what took our friends, anyhow."
Gall gets up bright and early by virtue of having drank a bit too much water the night before. Which gives him plenty of time to get re-dressed in dry clothes before anyone else can oggle the mountain of a man. Aside from whoever had the last watch, of course. Regardless, he carefully buries their fire and settles in to wait for the others to rouse themselves. "Ye know," he suggests to whoever was unlucky enough to get last watch, "goin' south might not be the worst idea. No swamp."
"Reckon the lass is right. I'll keep me things on until we got this shelter made. No sense leavin' me twig and berries out 'round all the twigs and berries, if ye follow me," Gall suggests, mostly to himself, as he goes to begin making their camp for the evening. He gathers what fallen logs and limbs he can, chopping down more if necessary, to get a roof over their heads and a warm fire for the night.
Once that is done, he wastes no time in getting out of his soaked clothes and sitting down in the grass by the fire. Despite being stark naked, he neither tries to show off nor hide himself. Maybe he is used to this sort of thing. Like Artevious, he does give the girls a quick look over, but nothing so bold as the swashbuckler. He is well aware he does not have the panache or bravado for that. "So, who's got a good story fer the evening?"
Although Gall does perk up a brow at the mention of a naked campout, he cannot help but nod in agreement. Taking the brief moment of respite to stretch his back and roll one shoulder, he chimes in, "Aye, seems for the best. Don't suppose any of ye brought yer blankies with ye? Might get a mite chilly this evenin', if not."
Pursing his lips thoughtfully at the suggestion from Cueta, Gall finds himself nodding in agreement. As he talks, he sets to tucking all the loot they came across that has not been claimed into a bag. Though, he probably folds the dresses and other finery in ways that may make some of the more ladylike among the group a touch concerned. "Aye, best not to slog through them swamps, then. I reckon south, then west." Half-turning to regard Harmony, he cracks a bit of a teasing grin as he asks for her input. "Cap'n?"
Gall unceremoniously gathers up everything he can find that is not soiled and looks to have any amount of value to it. A heap made, he scoops it all up under one arm and hurries out of the tent, lest his stomach finally rebel like the others. Taking a deep breath of far cleaner air, he sets the heap onto the cleanest patch of dirt he can find. "All right, ladies and gents, we got a wee bit of loot here. If ye want to lay claim to somethin' pretty, make 'er quick." Casting a glance around the area quickly, Gall finds himself nodding along with Harmony. "Aye, west'll do right fine for my tastes. Reckon we might be able to spot where the lost pair might've got to through all them trees, Esmarelda? Or do ye think they'll be more to the coast?"
Sounds fine to me! That's not too far away anyhow and I, too, have a lot going on right now. I eagerly await our return. Good luck with all your stuff, GM.
Gall feels his gut start to churn, but he clenches his jaw and soldiers through it. Pushing past Artevious with the collar of his tunic pulled up over his nose, he starts the grisly task of picking through the tent. "Eugh. Don't worry none, lad, I'll see to it. Trick's not breathin' through yer nose. Or at all, if ye can help it."
Gall takes a deep breath and lowers his weapons when the ghoul falls to pieces, letting the tip of his sword dig into the dirt. He lets the breath out slowly, and breaks into a small smile at Artevious's compliment. "Thanks, mate," he replies quickly, before moving to fall into step just behind the swashbuckler. Just in case there truly are any more of those things inside.
Gall, seeing that there is only one ghoul remaining, steps forward and drops one hand off of his sword. Slashing his sword in a wide backhand arc across its rotting chest, he follows up with a crushing punch from his cestus-clad fist.
Gall, with all the finesse of a drunken elephant, lets out a wordless battlecry and charges headlong into the fray! There is a little gnome to be saving, after all. The very moment he gets into range, he lets his enormous sword drop like the blade of a guillotine. Preferably onto the nearest undead head.
Not a problem, DM P! Hope everything that's going on, on your end, gets settled for you soon. I know moving is always a pain in the butt.
Gall blanches just a touch at the sight of rotting human bits just casually laying about. But, for the moment, he manages to keep his jaw clenched tightly shut over any stomach churning. At Harmony's request, he gives a grunt of assent and hauls his broadsword free again, exchanging glances with Cueta. "Aye. Right beside ye, lass," he says and waits for Cueta to be ready before they both move in.
Gall snorts and shakes his head in reply to Harmony, that same easy smile playing across his face. "Nah, lass, I were just havin' a thought. Can't say as I'm so subtle when I get to thinkin' sometimes." While he does not openly remark about Harmony's rant regarding Scourge and Plugg, he does nod in solemn agreement. A silent pledge to stand with her when she finally hits her limit, if nothing else. At the mention of a break, he laces his fingers together and cracks his knuckles. "Why, I'd be glad to do what I can for the lot of ye. Just settle yerselves on down and I'll get the fixin's together." With that, he begins snatching up what he can find from the environs around them to make a bit of lunch. Frogs included.
With an idle chuckle, Gall reaches down to scoop Rizz up and set her on his shoulders like a one would a toddler. "'Course, lass. Just don't go tearin' out me hair none, aye?"
Gall quirks a brow and leans down to offer Rizz his ear, only to snort in amusement. He shakes his head, somewhere between amazed and bemused, and straightens back up. "Nah, lass. Just the pair with the swords there. Far as I know, anyhow." At that thought, he pauses and eyes Harmony, Artevious, and Esmarelda thoughtfully for a moment. One can almost see the smoke coming from his ears. He eventually snaps back to reality though, and looks back down to Rizz. "Ye got yerself some skills there, lass. What else're you hidin' what we don't know about? Can ye juggle, too?"
Gall shakes his head with furrowed brows as he makes his way across the trees and vines overhanging the bog. "Can't say as I have, lass, but I don't know the most about frogs. Cueta, how 'bout you?"
Best of luck to you and your daughter, both! Hope things go well for you all.
Gall scowls darkly at the sight of the frogs and plunks himself down on the thickest branch within reach. Snatching up his (always pre-combat loaded) sling, he gives it a twirl before letting the bullet fly! His target, for the moment, is the beast that has a hold on Artevious. As the battle commences, he tries to wrack his brain for what he knows of giant frogs.
Gall waits until everyone else is well and fully across, or at least up and moving, before following along. Going hand-over-hand, he scales the tree limbs as though he were a very large, ugly gorilla.
Gall grunts as he squints across the bog and what remains of a bridge across it. As much as he wishes he could simply hurl his comrades across to safety, it is not quite that simple. That said, he does spot a few good options to cross. "Look here, lads. The more nimble of us lot can hop across them posts to get clear. Then the rest of us, meself in particular, can use that there canopy from the trees. If any of ye brought a rope, that'd work. Or just climb on up. What say ye?"
Welcome back!
"I reckon it'll be hard for Arty and I to watch anybody's butts when we're in the front," Gall comments as he makes for the forest, having found nothing in the village.
Have fun at the convention! Don't forget to take lots of pictures!
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