The raft tipped sideways and then went under. When it came back up, the clinging bandits had been washed away as had the strange monk. Only the old-man had retained his grip on the rudder for this was not his first trip down the river, nor his dozenth. As the heavy laden raft was propelled swiftly away by the current, the old boatman did his best to search the waters whenever he could spare the concentration from the rapids. With the falls behind him, it was simply a matter of avoiding rocks for a ways. He figured to find the monk washed up on the rocks at some point up ahead. The old man never found him, and floated right past the village of Gilgamar to the Northwest wondering how such a powerful physical specimen as the monk could have been so easily claimed by the river. The old man sighed, it wasn't the first time a greenhorn had gone overboard...
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It took but a heartbeat for Zeeny to get his answer... No, no the Deedle did not float, in fact the seven-foot tall, heavily muscled Deedle sank in the churning river. Also noteworthy to Zeeny, was that the Deedle did not breath water.
The river was cold, colder than Zeeny had expected it to be, which made it difficult for the Deedle's arms and legs to kick efficiently. It became dark and Zeeny panicked, the Deedle panicked and soon the cold and dark overcame them both.
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Zeeny awoke to the sensation of being dripped upon. The Deedle opened its eyes to find it was laying on a riverbed in a cave illuminated by faintly glowing clumps of moss and fungi. The monk pushed himself up, head swimming and body aching and looked upward to locate the source of the dripping. He was in a cavern, cold and dark, with water rushing in from high up on his left, down to the cavern floor where he sat shivering, and then lazily away into the gloom to his right. Besides bumps and bruises and an aching head and sputtering lungs which would not seem to quit coughing, Zeeny-Deedle seemed to be in one piece.
He stood and looked around. By some miracle of Zoran himself, his double weighted staff lay washed up just opposite of him on the far side of the underground stream. He waded across and scooped it up, trying to remember how he'd gotten here. The only thing he could recall is a water monster opening its huge frothing mouth to swallow the raft he'd been riding. Now he found himself in a very dark and dreary place. Perhaps powerful Zoran had another lesson in penance in mind for Zeeny-Deedle. Thinking it best not to keep him waiting, the monk wrung some of the water from his soaked robes and prepared to get moving.
OOC: You are in a cavern, brought here by an undertow in the river which feeds this underground stream. There is a fairly forceful waterfall coming from above and the cavern goes off to the west, although Z-D has no idea which direction is which here underground. I hope you didn't forget anything on the raft! I don't have a map ready for this, I'll work something up if need be.
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