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==Log/Journal== | ==Log/Journal== | ||
RIVER ME TIMBERS | RIVER ME TIMBERS | ||
I was called in, along with 6 other adventures, to look into the contamination of the local river. Something up stream had tainted it with fresh and spoiling meat. Billiam got us access to a boat with oars and told us to row up stream to locate, identify and deal with the source of the water issue. In hindsight, it may have been faster to walk up the bank of the river instead of rowing against the current. Only two of the seven of us were of a physical build conducive to such manual labor. We rowed until we noticed that the contamination was at its worst and someone pointed a large dark serpentine shape in the water ahead. At that point, we disembarked and beached the boat. There were odd clumps mushrooms along both banks in firey colors, but we will work those out later. Seconds after securing the boat, two giant snakes charged our group from the water, coming around either end of the boat. While most of the party commenced a pitched battle by the boat, I remembered my retraining and moved to a tactical position where I could fire off my spells from a safe distance. Shortly after the snakes attacked, two large crocodids also attacked. Our party was struggling but doing well when the crocodids made a chirping sound, and a giant crocodid with humanoid arms came out of the water to join them in the fight. We were able to drop the snake that stood between me and the "Daddy Croc". At this point I made a grave miscalculation. I felt,due to my dwindling arcane energy, I had to do something about the "Daddy Croc", who was severely affected our probability of survival. I make an assumption that the baby croc, who was engaged in combat with one my fellows, wouldn't turn away from that to attack me. I was not able to stay far enough away as I tried to work my way around to get in range to hit "Daddy Croc" with Witch Bolt. I most have been too tempting of a morsel for the baby croc to pass up. I was unconsciousness in six seconds. In the end, we did prevailed, but we lost one of our party. | I was called in, along with 6 other adventures, to look into the contamination of the local river. Something up stream had tainted it with fresh and spoiling meat. Billiam got us access to a boat with oars and told us to row up stream to locate, identify and deal with the source of the water issue. In hindsight, it may have been faster to walk up the bank of the river instead of rowing against the current. Only two of the seven of us were of a physical build conducive to such manual labor. We rowed until we noticed that the contamination was at its worst and someone pointed a large dark serpentine shape in the water ahead. At that point, we disembarked and beached the boat. There were odd clumps mushrooms along both banks in firey colors, but we will work those out later. Seconds after securing the boat, two giant snakes charged our group from the water, coming around either end of the boat. While most of the party commenced a pitched battle by the boat, I remembered my retraining and moved to a tactical position where I could fire off my spells from a safe distance. Shortly after the snakes attacked, two large crocodids also attacked. Our party was struggling but doing well when the crocodids made a chirping sound, and a giant crocodid with humanoid arms came out of the water to join them in the fight. We were able to drop the snake that stood between me and the "Daddy Croc". At this point I made a grave miscalculation. I felt,due to my dwindling arcane energy, I had to do something about the "Daddy Croc", who was severely affected our probability of survival. I make an assumption that the baby croc, who was engaged in combat with one my fellows, wouldn't turn away from that to attack me. I was not able to stay far enough away as I tried to work my way around to get in range to hit "Daddy Croc" with Witch Bolt. I most have been too tempting of a morsel for the baby croc to pass up. I was unconsciousness in six seconds. In the end, we did prevailed, but we lost one of our party. | ||
