iantruesilver February 12 Diving under Weeping Pond... For most of you, the process of diving down beneath the brackish, sulfurous waters of Weeping Pond is, while still fairly discomforting, more or less bearable and beginning to seem routine. The third dive didn't present any new or unforeseen issues — the guide rope was still in place and properly tethered, and there was no visible change underneath the murky depths going through the sinuous path of the underwater tunnel. One after another, T'Sarra, Vri and Barhuce emerge to the surface of the underwater stream inside Black Hill Caves, and you collect yourselves and help each other up onto the beach landing, where the end of the guide rope is still properly secured. Keshka Only Slipping into the water after the others, you had initially thought that things were going decently well... That was until the cool, sulfurous water submerged your face and your mammalian dive reflex kicked in, driving you to take a deep inhale, aspirating the pond's foul effluvium into your lungs. Panick set in immediately as your system hasn't immediately recognized what is breathable and what isn't, despite the effects of the priest's spell protecting you from drowning. It's then that you lose grip of the guide rope and flounder, slipping down into some dark depths... Suddenly, something grabs you by the arm, and then hooks underneath your armpit, and drags you along until, dreaded long moments and untold distances later, you find yourself coughing up the awful tasting water in a foreign, almost alien-looking place, feeling sick to your stomach. There's a long pause after the three resurface, and anxiety begins to build as to what the hold up might be for the others, before Val emerges, short of breath, and looking behind in panic. "Keshka..." She's barely able to make out the words in between gasping breaths for air, and another long moment passes before two more heads emerge, the android's form supporting that of the changeling, coughing and sputtering the brackish, foul tasting water out of her mouth and nose. Among other things that has not changed, the air here still stinks of mold and vinegar, leaving an unpleasant flavour in the mouth. Dampness still hangs in the air of this lightless cave, condensing into heavy moisture on the slick stone walls. The calm, dark waters wind around the stony, soot-scarred beach where you had slain several fire beetles the day before, their corpses still dimly illuminating the area in an eerie bioluminescent glow. [[ Map — Black Hill Caves ]] (( Keshka is sickened. ))
iantruesilver February 12 Diving under Weeping Pond... For most of you, the process of diving down beneath the brackish, sulfurous waters of Weeping Pond is, while still fairly discomforting, more or less bearable and beginning to seem routine. The third dive didn't present any new or unforeseen issues — the guide rope was still in place and properly tethered, and there was no visible change underneath the murky depths going through the sinuous path of the underwater tunnel. One after another, T'Sarra, Vri and Barhuce emerge to the surface of the underwater stream inside Black Hill Caves, and you collect yourselves and help each other up onto the soot-scarred beach where you had slain several fire beetles the day before, their corpses still dimly illuminating the area in an eerie bioluminescent glow. Keshka Only Hide this abc There's a long pause after the three resurface, and anxiety begins to build as to what the hold up might be for the others, before Val emerges, short of breath, and looking behind in panic. "Keshka..." She's barely able to make out the words in between gasping breaths for air, and another long moment passes before two more heads emerge, the android's form supporting that of the changeling, coughing and sputtering the brackish, foul tasting water out of her mouth and nose.
iantruesilver February 12 Diving under Weeping Pond... For most of you, the process of diving down beneath the brackish, sulfurous waters of Weeping Pond is, while still fairly discomforting, more or less bearable and beginning to seem routine. The third dive didn't present any new or unforeseen issues — the guide rope was still in place and properly tethered, and there was no visible change underneath the murky depths going through the sinuous path of the underwater tunnel.
