alistar grabs the rope and pulls himself up. " humm the earth is screaming, i must make a note for later, is it magic or something else." ither way this is concerning.."

 A halfling watches from a tree trying to decide whether to help.

Korbiña nods to Alistar's mumblings...

"It kinda feels something like magic, but...." she sniffs the air "I'm not sure at all..."

"Oh no! That poor guy... do you believe he's still alive after that fall?"

acrobats?: 5

Gregory continues climbing.

and continues failing

The wall of liquid death barrels ever nearer, casting ruin on everything it touches. The roar is earsplitting to Gregory, as he is still in its path. He feels flecks of mud and icy water hitting his cloak as the shadow of it looms just to his left, spitting bile on him as some infernal monster surely would!

The Captain, her mind in freefall, finds an epiphany in the moment. She removes her crossbow, her bolts, anything that can weigh her down. Turning to the giant, she says, "Turn back to your usual shape and grip this rope! When I give the go-ahead, you lot," she nods to all three, "pull as fast as you can away from the cliff!" Perhaps she's drunk. Or mad. Maybe both. Didn't matter!

Finished with her preparations, she tightens her gloves and grips Korbiña's rope, rappelling down to the happless orange wizard. She takes the end of the rope and loops it securely under his arms. "Here, tie it to your chest." She holds the rope in place and feeds him directions for the simple knot (Gregory, Roll advantage on a Dex check -- Everyone else, roll Strength; you need a collective 15-17 between the three of you). 

Dex check: 11 19

Gregory quickly manages to secure the rope around his body. With no moment to spare, the Captain shouts with all her voice, "Pull!"

Strength check 6

Alistar pulls the rope with all his might.  strength :10 

hopefully with the help of others this helps 

"Get me outta HERE!!!!" Gregory screams at the top of his lungs. He scrambles up the hill.

Acrobatics???: 19

Korbiña leans into the pull with all her body... which is not that much considering her slim frame and her hooves sliding off the surface of the hill top again and again, but she does not stop pulling with everything she has at that moment...

OoC: (You all have enough, I'm just waiting for our fourth [Quartz] to have their say)

The baboon stands in defiance of the captain, unwilling to re et to his normal form at the moment, bjt he does grab the rope and pull with the others

0

(Dang we got an angy monkey)

Gregory claws his way up the hill laying on his back at the top heaving for air.

With a distinct lack of grace, but the form of a man desperate for life, Gregory flies over the lip of ledge, coming to rest on solid ground before you, safe. The Captain scrambles over the lip just after him. As everyone takes a breath, the thunderous wave sweeps past in a tirade of raw power and elemental fury. There's a loud twisting snap of metal and wood as the remains of the crashed vessel below are torn asunder, splintered and broken into jagged wooden pulp. Daelen is swallowed in an instant, with still no indication of whether or not he was alive to meet his end. 

The wall of water passes, but it brings a river of mud with it. You watch as lumps of debris are carried by. Some are clearly trees or boulders. Others... are smaller, rounded, struggling. It's... unnatural.

Korbiña unties the rope from Gregory and coils it up...

"This really looks like some kind of elemental force raging about..." she looks at the captain "so what now? You seem to know a bit more about the real mission than the rest of us... well .. at least more than me...so ..." 

She looks about for a possible route to take while attaching the coiled rope to the backpack again, shouldering it to move on.

Gregory just lays there for a minute. "That... was... AWESOME" he jumps up "what's next?"

"Well..." The Captain starts. Then stops. Thinks. The rain finally seems to stop.

Then she starts again, "If nothing else, those of us who made it are still in one piece. And --" (she smacks the ground with her boot) "t'would seem we're on solid enough ground." She looks at the sky. "Can't tell how late it is, either. For now, let's set up a temporary camp, here. And for better or worse, we need a fire to dry our clothes."  

Beyond the cliffside, muddy water churns and rolls. But behind the group sits a sprawling dark wood. The trees all stand tall and broad, though their shapes are noticeably twisted in the backdrop of the pale grey sky. Gnarled branches reach out like grotesque claws, set to tear apart any who wander too near. Even the air feels wrong, tense and old, as if it were a trap ready to spring. (Who in their right mind would seek fortune in this?!) she thinks, rubbing her arms. With the rain finally gone, a sheet of fine white mist begins to settle over the wood, shrouding everything beyond ten feet away. Everything is eerily quiet. Save for the occasional crow in the distance and the empty moan of a soft breeze you cannot feel, this place feels hollow, dead. Standing in this spot, facing away from the river, you would swear there was no river at all. Past that inscrutable haze, perhaps there really wasn't...