Expedition: White Plume Mountain

Valinar rocks back on forth on the chain to get it to swing close to the next. When he gets close he will attempt to grab onto the next chain in line and move to that platform. He will do this several times, trying to get to the other side.

"There ought to be a permitting process for places like these," says Boide, trying to sidestep the splashes of scalding water.

Valinar struggles to keep his hold on the chain

"This I could do without" Tolvaj moans in his native tongue as he continues to dodge the splashing water.

Ohica writhes in the steam. There's got to be a better way...

Eithne yelps as everything is blanketed in scalding steam. She holds her palm against the cavern's stone wall and utters a few words in the strange tongue of the druids. The stone warps, and the druid shapes it into a platform, five feet wide, next to the one they are standing on. She steps onto this platform and gestures for Ohica to follow her quickly. With hand signals, she tells the others to wait even as she adds another 5 feet to the platform. Once Ohica is safely beside her Eithne speaks another druidic phrase and the first platform segment she created melts back into the wall. She turns, and adds a third segment to the second one. Working this way, Eithne and Ohica move forward along the wall, hoping to get to the other side before the geyser erupts again. The druid hopes she will have the strength to go back and get the rest of her pack-mates.

OOC: Ok, Mold Earth takes 1 action to cast. Eithne can only maintain two 5-foot segments in this way so she has to dismiss the tail end of the platform before extending it forward. This is going to take a while. It’s a concentration spell so I hope she makes her checks or else she and her "passenger" fall into the pit. Speaking of passenger, how many can fit onto a 5ft square space? I wonder if Eithne can take more than one person per trip? For now she’s calling Ohica but of course the dwarf might refuse..

Ohica will happily move along these dirt platforms. If she can reach them, she can hold onto the chains as she walks past, so that she can grab on if the platforms fail for some reason. If that is too far, she'll steady herself with her hand on the cavern wall next to her instead.

"We must be close to Whelm," says Boide, remembering the poem. "Chain links, two waterspouts... I just wish he woulda added hot in there somewhere. Such shoddy writing."

The steam knocks Valinar unconscious and he tumbles into the boiling mud below

"Gimme some rope!" yells Boide as the half-elf tumbles off the disc. He drops his pack and retrieves his own coil of 50' rope, but he needs more. "Tie the two ends together! Fix that end to something that won't move!" Boide ties his end of the rope around his waist.

As Valinar disappears, Boide pauses. "Damn," he grumbles, and loosens the rope.

"Unfortunate, but not an entirely unpredictable result" Tolvaj says to himself as he watches Valinar's body slowly sink below the mud. He scans the muck covered room for anything that might either stabilize the platforms or offer an alternative route to the opposite platform.

As you all watch Valinar sink you see a half-elf that you don't know rush forward to the edge and look down into the muck. As he watches he drops to his knees and stares into the mud. He does bear a resemblance to Valinar. He has long blond hair and blue eyes.

"Where in the nine-hells did he come from?" Tolvaj yells to the others as Taris appears before the group. Tolvaj draws both of his daggers as he waits for the others to question the new comer.

As Taris watches the muck you all see Valinar's lights float up and dart to Taris where they bob and spin for a moment. They then circle his wrist and brighten until everyone has to look away. When the light disappears you can all see a bracelet around Taris' wrist, with the colors of Valinar's lights. Blue, green, red, and yellow. Taris sits and stares in awe.