Re: McCallister Munched
OOC: Well, lets see if the dice like you or not. On something like this, I tend to defer to the dice. +18+--good, but not great. +25+ Better.+33+ The dice just like you.
IC: You're free of the rope, and the plesiosaur is diving for the bottom where it will die. But you're deep in the water, and wearing clothing, and you're deep enough that the pressure is starting to effect you.
You set out swimming for the surface, expelling a few bubbles, and it just does not seem to get closer.
You continue to force your achingly weary body to pull, and pull again, even as you fight off the sweet temptation to just open your mouth and let the water in. And you can now see, when your vision is not blurred, some details of the ship's hull.
Encouraged, you spend the last drop of your strength and strike for the surface. Once there, you flop like a dying fish, and then you feel strong arms around you, and hear Lord Demric shouting.
"Pull, now, you puling maggots! Pull!"
And a rope tightens around your chest, and things go black.
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You wake on a bed in a small hut with sweet smelling rushes on the floor, and a very nice longsword at your right hand. Its got a double dragon, or dinosaur head for the counterweight on its hilt.
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