[ While Mollymauk doesn't know what kind of assholes these things are, the look on Fjord's face says it all. He curses his lack of weapons again, snapping out another Mockery to one of them that gets far too close as he tries to somehow help swim without jostling the harpoon too much. It's weighing him down and crippling his movements, and so does the rest of the chain.
They're not going to make it to the jetty like this.
Molly shimmers, turning ghostly and losing the half-orc's grip, but the javelin falls out of his ethereal body, easing the weight and to help give himself more movement to reach the surface. As soon as he turns back to himself, however, blood rapidly clouds the water around them. ]
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They're not going to make it to the jetty like this.
Molly shimmers, turning ghostly and losing the half-orc's grip, but the javelin falls out of his ethereal body, easing the weight and to help give himself more movement to reach the surface. As soon as he turns back to himself, however, blood rapidly clouds the water around them. ]
I'm okay! Keep going!