[ This time he knows better than to mess with his blood rituals when he's teetering on the edge already, so Molly doesn't light up his scimitars. With Yasha and Beau handling one of them, he waits for the two others to arrive... only to see more eyes in the darkness.
They needed to get out of here.
Fjord's words are replied with otherworldly hisses and shrieks, yet some make sense to the half-orc. Traitor's blood. They call, hungrily and cold.
Caduceus' gentle hands come to rest on the half-orc's shoulder, sending healing energy from the Wildmother to close some of those wounds. Meanwhile, spirit dragonflies and beetles are swarming out over the waters to drive the things away.
Get off the dock!, Caleb calls out. They needed to get away from the water to be on an even level with these creatures, easily demonstrated by another harpoon launched towards the group but caught by Beau. ]
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They needed to get out of here.
Fjord's words are replied with otherworldly hisses and shrieks, yet some make sense to the half-orc. Traitor's blood. They call, hungrily and cold.
Caduceus' gentle hands come to rest on the half-orc's shoulder, sending healing energy from the Wildmother to close some of those wounds. Meanwhile, spirit dragonflies and beetles are swarming out over the waters to drive the things away.
Get off the dock!, Caleb calls out. They needed to get away from the water to be on an even level with these creatures, easily demonstrated by another harpoon launched towards the group but caught by Beau. ]