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Unable to aid anyone.
Octarus babbles incoherently, possibly muttering some archaic spell as he strains against the crushing tendrils.
Octarus looks back and forth between the tentacle beast and the wisps, wondering what to do. Finally deciding on an action, he flys towards the center floating stone (40' single move) and unleashes a blast of water at the tentacle beast.
"Lets figure out exactly what we are up against before we act too hasty." With that, Octarus begins to create a sphere of water around himself,
"Lets see if my magic can harm this thing." Octarus gathers energy around him coalescing it into a blast of cold water and sending a jet of it at the cyclone.
"Lets just keep moving. I really don't like being around this wind. The sooner we can get out of here and get back, the better. This all looks like a wild wisp chase anyway."
Octarus takes position behind and offset from Rhyol, ready to unleash a "spell" should trouble erupt when the door is opened.
Seeing that the currents weren't as expected, Octarus begins to extract himself from the rope. "Yes, left should be fine. It's as good as any other way."
Although he tries to hide it, Octarus gulps at Embers implication that they might get sucked away. "Yes, yes. A rope. That's a very good idea. Ember and I should get tied to someone heavy," Octarus' focus settles on Rhyol for a moment, " But not someone who would burn the rope."
Octarus tries to come up with a smart sounding answer, even though he doesn't have any idea what the swirling colors in the black sky really are. He considers making up a story, but then decides bad information may cause more trouble if anyone tries to act based on it. "These effects are far to complex for me to explain. Just accept that they are there, and leave them be."
"Shall we just pull up to the front door? This place is a lot fancier than I expected...or at least it used to be."
Octarus continues to push the water and food supplies back towards the ship, glad that he hasn't had to deal with any of the elementals along the way.
Octarus begins collecting the supplies in order to start pushing them back in the direction of the ship. This is not what I signed up for.
This certainly isn't the kind of adventure I was hoping for. Does Octarus have to due this kind of thing on a regular basis? What would he do? He'd probably just have a teleportation spell or something to fetch all this stuff. Oh no! Are they going to figure things out because I didn't teleport everything? I'd better come up with a story by the time I get back. Octarus continues full speed towards the food and water supplies.
Glancing back to see where the elementals and his companions are and panting for a moment, Octarus quickly turns to continue flying full speed towards the food and water supplies. He talks to himself along the way. "Why did they have to get blown so far? And I sure hope whatever those are, aren't hostile."
Octarus flies full speed towards the food and water supplies hoping that there wasn't too much damage to it. He eyes the nearest threat as he proceeds.
Octarus flies towards the food and water supplies, hoping to recover things before the boxes get damaged from impact ruining the supplies.
Taking cub scouts camping this evening through Sunday morning. I will try to check at least once tomorrow from my phone, but there is no guarantees I'll have any connectivity until late Sunday morning.
Still unsure of this turn of events with the smaller transport, Octarus reluctantly boards the balloon life boat. "Lets get this over with."
The mephit looks around the ship, not looking to happy that this is looking to be their transport. I'm glad I can fly. I don't think this thing is fit to get us wherever we are going. Is this really the kind of thing Octarus does regularly? I might have to rethink this whole concordance thing.
"We are looking for an airship. You wouldn't happen to be hiding one behind this heap of scrap?" Hopefully that sounded obnoxious and wizardly enough.
"Gnomes aren't really known for their reliability. Actually, neither are genies for that matter. No offense of course." Mephit company might be a nice reprieve from the strangeness of this lot.
"Perhaps one who won't ask too many questions. However, I believe the only trait that will matter is finding one foolhardy enough to take us where we want to go. I don't think there will be too many choices once we make that a requirement."
Octarus flies behind Rhyol, throwing droplets of water against the Thoqqua to see what happens when it turns to steam, visibly disappointed when if fails to sound like speech. He quickly seems to lose interest in that diversion and seems to be considering something. Uh oh. I better say something jerky to keep them off my trail. Just not too jerky... "Can you point us in the direction where we can find the idiot pilots are who are not only willing to pilot their ship to a place where other ships don't return from, but will allow a flaming slug on board while doing it?" Too much? Maybe. I hope not.
Yes. I made this one for this scenario.
A small, blue imp-like creature flits around the room with water trailing him like a comet tail. He weaves in around the others gathered, seemingly unable to stay in one place for more than a second or two. He periodically pauses in front of someone, examining their face a few moments before darting off in his endless chaotic patterns of flight. His question seems to be to nobody in particular, almost more of a chant as he buzzes around. "Airship? Airship? Who among us has an airship?" He pauses, looking at Jamila, before darting off again. "A being of air. Perhaps she has brought us an airship." He pauses again for just a moment, this time at Zephyr. "Another air being? Surely this one is an airship captain if not the other. Otherwise why bring them both?" Looking between Ember and Krakos, he shakes his head. "Surely these things are not captains of airships. And most definitely no THAT THING," the Mephit adds with more than a hint of disgust while looking over the Thoqqua.
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