Yahhah
The Wandering Storyteller
The only thing that existed to Dorn was the sound of crashing waves, the worried grunts of Bjorn and the earthy smell of wood and stone that’d been brought up from the ground around them. Dorn could see very little in the small lightless shelter.
His hands were trapped within solid wood and his arms shook with exertion, he felt as if they were about to fall off in all honesty. He didn’t bother to think of how he’d managed to do this, it’d saved him and the bear from drowning that was enough.
Though now there was nothing but silence, a droning silence that told him that the waves were either gone or they were completely submerged, something told him through whatever connection there was between him and this wall that that wasn’t the case.
He could feel Bjorn shuffling from foot to foot behind him. Poor bear was claustrophobic, now came the question on how he was going to get out of this shelter turned prison. He barely felt like he could lift a doll let alone the massive wall in front of him and he didn’t have much range of movement from how constrained this space was. “Bjorn push against over here” he commanded as he used what little energy was still left to push forward. The bear hesitated, he might squish his buddy if he did so after all, though in the end the claustrophobia won out. With their weight combined they managed to collapse the wet wood where Dorn’s hands were trapped.
Bjorn charged out, taking care not to crush the half-elf below him. The bear was happy to be out in the open, shaking out his shaggy fur from what water had seeped through the wood barricade. “Let go!” Dorn said, pulling back while trying to hold down the wood with his foot as his hands were still very much stuck.
He eventually got loose, sort of, he pulled his hands from the wall but some of the bark had come with it sort of like handcuffs. He wiggled one of his wrists out of it and took out an arrow to work out the one that was still stuck. He absentmindedly looked around the clearing to see what was left.
A very tiny excuse of a building and a handful of people, among them the women he’d spotted just before summoning the wood wall. There was what looked to him a beast of a man shifting through the rubble and a pair of sleek feline shapes more towards the woods.
He was brought out of that as Bjorn bellowed loudly as if saying to the storm that he’d beaten it. Dorn didn’t feel like reminding the bear they’d only lived through it because of weird magical stuff Dorn couldn’t explain. He brought himself to his feet and stretched now that both his arms were free. He wasn’t completely sure what to do after that.
Tai’iq
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In trees outside of the Drunken Trout
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In trees outside of the Drunken Trout
Tai’iq’s fur was fluffed up like some sort of roided up sea urchin as he shook like a leaf holding onto the tree trunk for dear life. The tree swayed this way and that as water rushed around it, using its massive weight to try and knock down the tree and eat Tai’iq’s soul. At least that’s what Tai’iq assumed, this was the water’s revenge for creatures drinking it all the time. Made sense to a terrified Tabaxi.
When the water went away Tai’iq didn’t move for a few seconds, he couldn’t believe it. A MIRACLE! Reason began to come back to Tai’iq’s head. He slid down the tree and landed on the ground. He sort of smacked the leaves and bark from his clothing as he did so. He took a few moments to get his hair standing smoothly as well.
After collecting himself Tai’iq looked around, the entire place seemed to be completely submerged. He sort of looked around now that he wasn’t terrified; he felt slightly guilty about not helping the blind cat lady, though he spotted them alive nearby so it’d worked out.
His ear flicked as the movements of others reached him and Tai’iq looked around at everyone else who’d survived. Sort of tough to pick many of them out though there was a slight cluster off to the side, what looked like a bear and another figure who was fiddling with something around their hands. There was another figure moving through the rubble who seemed to be looking for things.
Tai’iq’s eyes went towards the road and he just realized his drink cart was probably in ruins, he’d have to go looking for it to see what could be salvaged, and to see if the hirelings had survived. That was also important of course.
As Tai’iq was scanning the group of survivors he began to realize something about them. He knew two of them, old friends from back when he’d been a rapscallion, well, they were closer to the middle period he supposed. He glanced towards the shape of the feline that he had been speaking with though decided to see what was going on around the inn.
He was known for curiosity after all.