"If this is like the swimming challenge,"Joy murmurs thoughtfully as they approach the entrance, "We could...well, technically...find a good spot inside and sort of...ambush them and take the amulet when they head back." She forces a weak laugh, wondering if that's just the hag blood in her talking.
She tries to make her way through the kelp but it is quite tangly and difficult to navigate. This is worse than the swamp of Mohinga... she thinks as she struggles with the plants
Athletics check 11
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Vazo'yn finds himself quickly out of his depth. He is not a man used to pushing his body. He is more at home in quiet discussion and contemplation than trudging through undersea grottos. As he tries to hurry himself through, his legs are tangled by the kelp and threaten to trip him up.
Athletics: 10
OOC: Is this similar to the other challenges where spells and class features are frowned upon?
Jacaranda finds that she can apply many of the lessons learned moving through the thick foliage of her jungle hpme to this rather more acquatic environment and forges a path....
Riven feels the kelp coiling around arms and legs. He presses forward, jaw clenched, body slicing through water with stubborn resolve. But no amount of control or strength stops the fronds from binding. One twists tight around his ankle, another snares his elbow. He kicks hard, twists with a swimmer’s grace, but the water turns against him.
A sharp jerk spins him, his shoulder slamming into a slick wall of stone. Bubbles erupt from his mouth in a silent curse.
For a breathless moment, he is pinned, his hand shoots to the dagger at his hip, fingers ghosting over the hilt, but he stops. He exhales slow, shifting his body in small, precise movements, easing tension from one coil to the next.
Above him, the shimmer of Jacaranda’s light filters faintly through the kelp. He spots shapes moving ahead, Ayo’s team, already vanishing into the next chamber.
Finally, with a last twist, Riven slips free, but he's lost precious ground.
He surfaces beside the others moments later, water clinging to his lashes, shoulders rising and falling with slow, quiet breath.
“…They’re fast,” he mutters, voice low and calm, but his eyes burn with something cold and sharp. “We’ll be smarter.”
His gaze flicks forward, narrowing toward the path ahead.
The party struggles through the kelp. Everyone except Randa seems to find this chamber to be particularly difficult and if not for the potions that have enabled everyone to breathe this cold sea water, this very chamber may have spelled doom for most. Such a relief it is to find the end of the chamber and the tunnel on the other side, stretching deeper into the depths. Silvery moonlight filters in through a gap in the cavern’s stone ceiling. Ahead, the path through the grotto splits into two tunnels: one to the south and one to the east. As the party approaches, Ayo swims from deeper within the southern tunnel and stretches out her arms.
"Sorry friends, this one is taken. You can take that one." She says nodding her head to the eastern tunnel. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to cheat you, but I know you are capable and I don't want my crew dealing with what is in front of us and behind us." Her spear, no, harpoon is strapped to her back instead of her hands, but her bearing says she intends to bar your passage to the southern tunnel.
"If this is like the swimming challenge," Joy murmurs thoughtfully as they approach the entrance, "We could...well, technically...find a good spot inside and sort of...ambush them and take the amulet when they head back." She forces a weak laugh, wondering if that's just the hag blood in her talking.
Athletics: 10
Ylis tries to follow and stay near Joy.
As a backup she also casts Light on her hand.
She tries to make her way through the kelp but it is quite tangly and difficult to navigate. This is worse than the swamp of Mohinga... she thinks as she struggles with the plants
Athletics check 11
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Vazo'yn finds himself quickly out of his depth. He is not a man used to pushing his body. He is more at home in quiet discussion and contemplation than trudging through undersea grottos. As he tries to hurry himself through, his legs are tangled by the kelp and threaten to trip him up.
Athletics: 10
OOC: Is this similar to the other challenges where spells and class features are frowned upon?
Jacaranda Athletics- 20
Jacaranda finds that she can apply many of the lessons learned moving through the thick foliage of her jungle hpme to this rather more acquatic environment and forges a path....
Riven feels the kelp coiling around arms and legs. He presses forward, jaw clenched, body slicing through water with stubborn resolve. But no amount of control or strength stops the fronds from binding. One twists tight around his ankle, another snares his elbow. He kicks hard, twists with a swimmer’s grace, but the water turns against him.
A sharp jerk spins him, his shoulder slamming into a slick wall of stone. Bubbles erupt from his mouth in a silent curse.
For a breathless moment, he is pinned, his hand shoots to the dagger at his hip, fingers ghosting over the hilt, but he stops. He exhales slow, shifting his body in small, precise movements, easing tension from one coil to the next.
Above him, the shimmer of Jacaranda’s light filters faintly through the kelp. He spots shapes moving ahead, Ayo’s team, already vanishing into the next chamber.
Finally, with a last twist, Riven slips free, but he's lost precious ground.
He surfaces beside the others moments later, water clinging to his lashes, shoulders rising and falling with slow, quiet breath.
“…They’re fast,” he mutters, voice low and calm, but his eyes burn with something cold and sharp. “We’ll be smarter.”
His gaze flicks forward, narrowing toward the path ahead.
“They can have the lead. We’ll take the win.”
Athletics: 7
The party struggles through the kelp. Everyone except Randa seems to find this chamber to be particularly difficult and if not for the potions that have enabled everyone to breathe this cold sea water, this very chamber may have spelled doom for most. Such a relief it is to find the end of the chamber and the tunnel on the other side, stretching deeper into the depths. Silvery moonlight filters in through a gap in the cavern’s stone ceiling. Ahead, the path through the grotto splits into two tunnels: one to the south and one to the east. As the party approaches, Ayo swims from deeper within the southern tunnel and stretches out her arms.
"Sorry friends, this one is taken. You can take that one." She says nodding her head to the eastern tunnel. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to cheat you, but I know you are capable and I don't want my crew dealing with what is in front of us and behind us." Her spear, no, harpoon is strapped to her back instead of her hands, but her bearing says she intends to bar your passage to the southern tunnel.
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