"Elyot, hand me the hammer and pitons I will take them out to Brac" As he grabs the items from Elyot, he starts his way out to Brac, to help him secure the rope!
Bardan attempted to wade towards the original piton. "Learnt some knots when I was a kidling." He yelled out to the drenched warrior. "You secure enough ol'mate for me to tie a tight knot at this end?"
With a 9 Alhorn stumbles on some loose rocks on the riverbank and falls down and does not make it to Brac. You can give the pitons and hammer to another person to try to bring it to Brac.
(This'll be my last post for tonight, heading to bed. Posting again tomorrow.)
Elyot remains by the edge of the water where he hammered in the first piton, keeping watch over everybody else with a lit torch in hand. He'd also take the time to pick up the ornate box which they were supposed to deliver, feeling the weight of it and gently giving it a shake.
"Barden, can you take this hammer and box of pitons out to Brac? I slipped on these slimy rocks and need to regain my composure!" Alhorn sits down by the rivers edge, pitons and hammer scattered about around him, as he starts to rub his ankle from the fall!
"Ah, yes!" Bardan turned from his current plan of preparing to tie a knot. Carefully picking up the pitons and hammer, he waded out into the murk. For at least a few meters he should be alright, testing his weight on the muck. He used a stray stick to test the depth to boot. "Cobber, I'm starting to regret makin' that joke about being bogged down"
Brac takes the equipment from Bardan and secures the rope. "Alhorn! You alright there mate?" Brac calls out to his new companion as he finishes up with the tree. "Ok on to the next one"
He begins to move across the river once more, heading towards another tree to make the next connection point.
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Periodically pulling his boots from beneath the muck, Bardan gave a thumbs up to the trio on the shoreline. He pulled the rope extra tought Survival7, and looked ahead to Brac. He held his hand on the already attached rope. "Would be wise ol'mates to wait for us to finish up here. We will be done in no time, my friends!". He scratched his head. "Oi, Gaelfan. What're the beasties saying?"
> Galfaen can feel the ebb and flow of nature around him. His eyes falls onto a pair of aquatic turtles near the riverbank
Galfaen calls out softly to the turtles, assuring them he and his companions mean them no harm. Assuming that they are responsive he will firstly ask them if there are any dangerous creatures in the river (realising dangerous to turtles may not be so to humanoids), and secondly if they have seen any other humanoids nearby in the previous day or so.
Unless there is anything that is likely to force an immediate change of plan in the response, he will convey what he has learned to the others and prepare to cross himself.
Arghhh damn it" Brac looses his balance slips and goes under. He emerges again gathering the coil of rope he dropped. "I slipped!" He calls to the others. "Damn it" He mutters again under his breath. As the Barbarian gets his bearings again he notices three giant creatures rise from the murky waters. "Well this isnt the best timing...." once again muttering to himself. "Hey everyone" He bellows. "We may have a problem here!"
"Big... Big Frogs mate?" Bardan looked around, facing the big frogs eventually. He was pretty well vulnerable out here in the middle of the mucky river. "Foul fiends! Leave us alone, or face my wrath", said the Firbolg, currently out of his element. He bellowed a mighty bellow, and yelled a mighty battle cry
"Fear me, Bardan!"
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Alhorn stands on the rivers edge watching Brac wade through the water.
"Is there anything I can assist you with?" he shouts to Brac.
"Or is there anything I can assist anyone else with?" as he turns and asks the group.
what time of day are we currently in?
"Can you see if Elyot has anything else that can help me make this rope more secure, then maybe bring it out to me!"
Brac calls back in response to Alhorn.
"Elyot, hand me the hammer and pitons I will take them out to Brac" As he grabs the items from Elyot, he starts his way out to Brac, to help him secure the rope!
Athletics 9
dang even with a +5 I got a stank roll...
(Sorry, slept in)
Bardan attempted to wade towards the original piton. "Learnt some knots when I was a kidling." He yelled out to the drenched warrior. "You secure enough ol'mate for me to tie a tight knot at this end?"
Its still night near midnight
With a 9 Alhorn stumbles on some loose rocks on the riverbank and falls down and does not make it to Brac. You can give the pitons and hammer to another person to try to bring it to Brac.
(This'll be my last post for tonight, heading to bed. Posting again tomorrow.)
The weight of the box is not terribly heavy and Elyot can hear items shifting as he shakes the box.
"Barden, can you take this hammer and box of pitons out to Brac? I slipped on these slimy rocks and need to regain my composure!" Alhorn sits down by the rivers edge, pitons and hammer scattered about around him, as he starts to rub his ankle from the fall!
"Ah, yes!" Bardan turned from his current plan of preparing to tie a knot. Carefully picking up the pitons and hammer, he waded out into the murk. For at least a few meters he should be alright, testing his weight on the muck. He used a stray stick to test the depth to boot. "Cobber, I'm starting to regret makin' that joke about being bogged down"
Athletics 16
Bardan easily makes it to Brac's location.
"Thanks brother"
Brac takes the equipment from Bardan and secures the rope. "Alhorn! You alright there mate?" Brac calls out to his new companion as he finishes up with the tree. "Ok on to the next one"
He begins to move across the river once more, heading towards another tree to make the next connection point.
Athletics Roll: 4 + 4 = 8
Alhorn replies to Brac "Aye friend, I am good, I think!" .
Alhorn stands back up and makes sure he has his wits about him.
"Is the first section safe to cross?" he yells out to Brac and Barden.
"First section is good! This next bit seems to be a bit more of a challenge but I will let you know when it is locked it!"
Periodically pulling his boots from beneath the muck, Bardan gave a thumbs up to the trio on the shoreline. He pulled the rope extra tought Survival 7, and looked ahead to Brac. He held his hand on the already attached rope. "Would be wise ol'mates to wait for us to finish up here. We will be done in no time, my friends!". He scratched his head. "Oi, Gaelfan. What're the beasties saying?"
> Galfaen can feel the ebb and flow of nature around him. His eyes falls onto a pair of aquatic turtles near the riverbank
Galfaen calls out softly to the turtles, assuring them he and his companions mean them no harm. Assuming that they are responsive he will firstly ask them if there are any dangerous creatures in the river (realising dangerous to turtles may not be so to humanoids), and secondly if they have seen any other humanoids nearby in the previous day or so.
Unless there is anything that is likely to force an immediate change of plan in the response, he will convey what he has learned to the others and prepare to cross himself.
The turtles speaks of big frogs in the water. They seem to nod to the second question, but are unsure how many.
Brac does not make it to the next tree. He slips on the murky river bottom.
3 giant frogs emerge from the deepest part of the river. They menacingly approach the party.
Arghhh damn it" Brac looses his balance slips and goes under. He emerges again gathering the coil of rope he dropped. "I slipped!" He calls to the others. "Damn it" He mutters again under his breath. As the Barbarian gets his bearings again he notices three giant creatures rise from the murky waters. "Well this isnt the best timing...." once again muttering to himself. "Hey everyone" He bellows. "We may have a problem here!"
"Big... Big Frogs mate?" Bardan looked around, facing the big frogs eventually. He was pretty well vulnerable out here in the middle of the mucky river. "Foul fiends! Leave us alone, or face my wrath", said the Firbolg, currently out of his element. He bellowed a mighty bellow, and yelled a mighty battle cry
"Fear me, Bardan!"