Round 148

The water closed over them both with a roar that shook the very foundation of the tower. Merrin fought against the current, her grip on the iron bar the only thing keeping her from being swept away entirely. She could barely see through the churning water, but she knew one thing—Varikka was still out there somewhere, and she had to find her before it was too late.

By all the gods, we're going under! The thought screamed in her head as the icy water closed over them both. The halfling struggled against the current, her small size offering little protection from the elements. Every muscle burned with exertion as she tried to move through the water, searching for any sign of her friend.

I watch in horror as Merrin struggles to keep hold of Varikka, her arm straining against the force of the water. The weight of the bar was almost too much, dragging her down despite her best efforts. They need help, but there's nothing I can do from here.

The tentacle erupted from the darkness, wrapping around Varikka's waist. She screamed as the tentacle tightened, pulling her towards the monster. Merrin redoubled her efforts, trying to reach her friend before it was too late.

I try to call out for help, but my voice is lost in the rushing water. The tentacle dragged Varikka deeper into the lake, and Merrin struggled to keep up. The water was getting colder, and her limbs were starting to go numb from the cold.

This is bad. Really bad.