The Goblin Cave

Raven attempts to move up against the wall as quickly as he can...

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As the swell of water rushes at swirls around the tunnel you are unable to grab onto the walls or anything solid. As the wave carries you down, everyone takes 6 bludgeoning damage. Everyone is swept back out to the mouth of the cave and scattered prone as the wave disperses in the open area.

Tossed about in the sudden deluge, Tatiana knocks her head against the rocky stream bed and is cast adrift. She lies unconscious, face-first in the shallow water.

A half orc wearing well worn boots, patched west trousers that seems too short for the big guy. He is bringing a whole arsenal of of weapons on his belt or strapped to his backpack nevertheless and the weapons look all in good shape. He was crouched and checking something on the ground and now rise surprised seeing party washed out of the cave.

That's an interesting way to wash yourselves. he exclaims with an irony, watching the party with a real interest.

"I am going to murder every single one of those little bastards, for that stunt alone!" Decklan growls as he picks himself up at the mouth of the cave. Without hesitation, he immediately heads back in intent on retracing his steps.

Ammos will stagger to his feet and look around for Tatiana- upon spotting her face down in the water he will quickly close the distance to her with vague cries of "Tatty!" and "No!" and apply first aid to her with his healer's kit.Performing rudimentary CPR he will try to bring his adoptive sister back around.
"Tatiana? Can you hear me, are you okay?"

The young human rolls to a stop in the middle of the existing stream, coughing up water, he crawls to the edge of the muddy bank, sitting down heavily. Raven hears Trakomak make his comment, without realizing that there is a new person among them, he responds without looking up. "I wouldn't advise it..."

Raven looked around the group, surprised that his staff is still in his hand, he lays it aside. He notes Decklan jump up and head back into the cave, but doesn't have the strength to follow him at the moment, instead spitting more water out of his mouth.

"Everyone alright..." he starts to say be trails off seeing Lady Tatiana not moving. "Ammos!!!" he yells for the other wizard as he crawls quickly over to check on Tatiana, pulling her out of the shallow water onto the muddy bank, where he attempts to stabilize the injured woman.

Coughing up dirty water, Tatiana rolls to her side, soaking wet and blooded. Shivering from the cold and the shock, her eyes are distant and unfocused such that she doesn't initially respond to Ammos, not even noticing the newcomer.

She slaps the muddy bank as a means to test her faculties and express her frustration, accidentally splattering more grime upon herself and those nearby. "I... I'm f-fine," she sputters into the ground, her weak breath feebly trying to clear the gunk still in her lungs. "What happened?"

Ammos is able to stabilize Tatiana, giveing her one health point.

Raven collapses back on the edge of the stream, definitely beaten by the rage of the waters and the emotion of the last couple of moments. From the ground, he looked up at the the half-orc who was standing nearby.

To Trakomak tiredly, "Oh... who are you?"

Rolling, tumbling, bouncing off of the walls, Alex careened through the tunnels like a quasit in a remorhaz tunnel. Desperately twisting and turning to protect the integrity of his bow, Alex was glad that he re-seated his plethora of edged weapons after his remarkable attempt at stealth earlier on. Finally, unceremoniously deposited at the entrance of the tunnel, he climbed to his feet, coughing and spluttering, in the highest of dudgeon.

Shaking his fist in impotent rage, he all but screamed this is INTOLERABLE. For Alexander Simonnet Natalis de Bertier du Puy, scion of the du Puys, to be treated as COMMON FLOTSAM is an insult to me, my name, and my entire family. How DARE you, whomsoever you are! May your swords look like steel but work as tin. May every bowstring snap in your hands and catch your eyeball on the rebound. May your fathers renounce you as bastards and your mothers confirm the slur. May your arms be remade into pasta, your legs into those of waterfowl, and your gonads serve as marbles for the children of ogres!

Feeling somewhat relieved by venting his spleen, Alex noticed the hubbub around Tatiana. A pang of fear rushed from his head to his toes, as he began to sweat, despite remaining inundated from the flood. No! he cried as he immediately rushed over—shoes all asquelch with cave water. Reaching the group, he breathlessly asked How is snooty, Ammos? In his fear for the blond wizard, he didn’t realize he called her out loud by his pet name for her.

He noticed nothing and no one else—old or new—as he awaited Amos’s response.

Half Orc wait for Alexander to finish his tirade and shortly seeming quote: "If you know the enemy and know yourself..." he pause and asks with a lost smile anyone remember what was the lesson?
He then turns to Raven and say simple
Sorry. Name Trakomak. Hummies call me Max. Easy to say. Me go to Phandil, Phanal-Inn? You know... scratches his head

"Phandalin." Ammos speaks without turning away from his sister, carefully helping her to her feet (if she is able) and only when he can spare a moment does he turn to fully regard the new arrival.

"How did you come by us here? Far from the road, on your own... These are dangerous woods, do you have company?"

Alex jumps when he hears a strange voice address him, whipping around, he has both rapier and dagger drawn and in position before he completes the turn. Between the ignoble traversal of the cave and his concern for the blond wizard—whose condition still remains a mystery to him—Alex is a far cry from his usual, mischievous self. Trying to hide his wounds as best possible behind the facade of bravado, he addresses the well-armed half-orc with a healthy dose of bravado and a flourish of his blades and cloak.
You have exactly five seconds to start explaining who you are, what you are doing here, your connections with Masters Gundren and Sildar, and if you had ANYTHING to do with the condition of the Lady Tatiana.

Tatiana rises with the assistance of her brother, testing her footing against the mud. She can now feel the heavy weight of her soggy garments and the muck clinging to her cold skin. "Oh... my... GODS!" she declares, arms out and apart in the hopes that gravity can somehow cleanse her of all the grime. Her initial shock has now been replaced with city-borne fury. "My clothes are ruined! This was a genuine Raffaldini!"

Undoubtedly an obvious sign to Alex and the others that Tatiana's condition is stable, the noblewoman adds to the revelation with the seething, clenched hiss of someone out for blood, "And my hair..."

A muddy plop of slimy gunk falls to the ground from the aforementioned locks.

The slight human looks at Tatiana blankly as she goes on about her cloths and her hair, not the fact that she was nearly dead a few moments ago. Then he looks over at Alex square off against a brute who could probably break him in half on a good day, let alone today.

Raven flops on his back along the muddy bank, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "We are certainly not at our best currently..."

Halforc approach company and wait till everyone are done with their questions and requests. Only then he speak up with his head toward Ammos. Company? Yes it's me and my fleas. I came by the order of angels and fey and whoever that man just named. Trakomak waves his hand toward Alex. He change the voice to obviously fake regret as he shrug:
Order be save your haircuts. Sorry I'm late.