"I could swim across to have a better look." Sandral offers. "It shouldn't be too much of an issue, assuming nothing is lurking in the waters." He then takes a glance at the open water area to check for any obvious threats.

Perception: 14

There seems to be no obvious threat in the lake like the mold you encountered but you notice it is deeper at the center and the water is slowly rising. You also see two creatures struggling on top of the rock.

Can Sandral determine what the creatures are from this distance?

Nature: 19 (6 second roll in case of Disadvantage from poor visual)

Alton is getting less and less happy about being in the water, he will be ready to get to the shore as soon as possible. "The more we keep moving this water is getting higher and soon enough I'm going to sink." The halflong grumbled to himself, having to trudge through the water in a slow manner.

You see two orange scaled kobolds anchored on the top of the rock with a gag on their mouth.

 "Shh." Sandral hushes the group, then points up towards the pair of kobolds. "I think there's something more amiss than we thought. I believe they are the ones we are to aid." He comments in a hushed tone. "I can swim over and attempt to free them quietly. Keep an eye out for whomever tied them up."

"If that is what you want to do then go right ahead. If you find something I can get on to be out of the water then all the better." Alton says to Sandral, as he makes a motion with hisnhand for him to get on with it.

"Lets tie a rope to your waist Sandral, so we can pull you back if any trouble arises. I'm quite tired so I won't be much help swimming, but I'm sure we could all pull together. I like your plan, we need to save them apparently. I would take your pack but mine alone is seeming to be a lot right now my friend."

Jeff is breathing heavily and shivering in between each breath but he pulls out his rope and with Sandrals permission he offers to tie it as a safety line.

"Don't worry Alton you can always climb onto my back if the water gets to high for you." Riskah chuckles softly.

"Sounds good Sandral we will rush to your aid if need be."

As soon as this was offered, the halfling was already climbing up his back to get out of the water. Apparently the proud halfling was not above using his small size to ride on people's shoulders. "I apolgize for this. I am not fond of having to so this but I would really rather not sink. "

Sandral will pass his pack to the others. "Try not to get it too wet, those clothes are new." He says before removing his shirt and adding it to his backpack. He then takes the rope from Jeff and ties it around his waist (assuming the distance doesn't look too far for a rope to stretch) before quietly swimming across to where the Kobolds are (rolls on prior post, #428. Swim speed of 40 feet)

Sandral ties the rope around her waist held at the other end by Jeff. She then starts swimming stealthily with ease through the lake. A dead kelp persitently blocked her view while looking around for any potential trouble.

She reaches the bottom of the rock and finds it is quite large and that it sits on a much larger rock beneath it that is currently submerged. She sees that she must climb to get to the kobolds on top.

(Make an Atlethics check for climbing.)

Sandral begins making his way onto the rocks, attempting to climb towards his destination.

Athletics: 12

"Everybody grab the rope, the more the better and I'm not feeling too strong right now."

Jeff says quietly to the rest of the group, offering extra slack for them to hold.

Logum tentatively grabs the rope. "I do not feel too strong at the moment, not that I ever feel too strong, but I will do me best."

Logum attempts to  Help Jeff.

"Alright. Time for some strength."

(since I won't be posting, I'll roll str now in case)

Str check: 10

Str Save: 24

Riskah grabs onto the rope wrapping it around their arm for extra grip, they will attempt to be the anchor

Alton will grab onto the rope from the back of Riskah, even though he doubts that it will be anything more then an attempt to look good.

Sandral reaches the top of the rock and sees both of them are anchored by chains and piton embedded to the rock. A rope is tied on their mouths to prevent speaking.

One of them wears a leather armor with a stern expression on his face while the other whose smell reminds you of rotten eggs and sewers.

The group holding the ropes hears wings flapping from the darkness.

"Oh joy what could that possibly be." Alton says as he gets ready for whatever the winged creature are. He sighs as he wishes that he had bought some kind of ranged weapon."