[color=darkturquoise][h3][b]Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar[/b]
Unknown, [i]Ah, hell, my breeches got wet, again.[/i][/h3][/color]
[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Hekazu][@Big Dread][@Gordian Nought][@Zverda][@JBRam2002]

[color=darkturquoise][i]And we all fall down...[/i][/color]

What had happened in the following events were rather... hazy. Something had defeated that being of darkness, that hulking spirit of dread that threatened to throw them all into the abyss. A burst of light had appeared in his peripheral vision is all he remembered before they all started... drifting away.

Into the abyss.

Cesar's life flashed before his eyes as they descended into the darkness. From his earliest memories... the first time he's held a sword, to the first time he's sailed a boat, and even to the first time he made lo-

[color=darkturquoise][i]Ahah, eh, don't you think we're getting a bit too specific, here?[/i][/color]

Cesar figured he'd just open his eyes. Whatever death looked like, it probably wasn't as worse as what he had saw earlier, before the fall. As he opened hos eyes, however, something was off...

[color=darkturquoise]"Friends!? Doesn't the sky look a bit too blue for an aby-[/color][b]SPLASH![/b]

A very familiar feeling washed over Cesar. Quite literally, actually. The water was cold, but refreshing. Cesar thought he'd never feel the cold rush of water again after their last predicament, but it seems his doubts were abruptly subsided.

Cesar started to swim upward, to get some fresh air. The water invigorated him, mainly because the sea flows within his veins, but also because there's something almost supernatural about it. Once Cesar swam up to get some air, he got a better sense of his surroundings. The land they had happened upon was magnificent, with mountainous peaks across the horizon. Cesar was awestruck at the view.

Cesar started to swim towards the surface, to make sure all his stuff is dry. The intregrity of his [i]vihuela[/i] worried him the most. He grabbed his backpack, first, tossing it to the shore before he started to make way, climbing out of the water. He then began to inspect the items in his pack.

After about half a minute of inspection, Cesar nodded to himself. Everything looked in place- his instrument may be a bit waterlogged, but he's sure if he let it dry, it wouldn't make too much of an issue. 

What was a problem, however, was Cesar's current armor. Years upon using it while sailing and a few too many events where he ended up in the water had caused the set of studded leather armor to deteriorate, with its metal studs rusted, and its leather crusty. 

[color=darkturquoise]"Hold on a minute, friends! I need to make a quick wardobe change...[/color] Cesar called over to his allies before he began to undress, letting the old set of armor fall to the ground. He stripped down all the way to his trousers, even taking off his boots for them to dry. Cesar's physique is quite impressive, not expected of a bard, but very much so of a swordsman and sailor. He wore a pendant, a small crystal hanging down his neck. Some of his closer friends would know it as a crystal that belonged to his late mother, and it had a peculiar ability to glow very faintly when in direct moonlight. 

- [b]Discarded [i]Studded Leather Armor[/i][/b]

Cesar then began to sit by the lake, unbuckling his waterskin from the side of his pack and downing its contents. Fighting Shadows is very exhausting work, after all. And as far as Cesar figured, the water from the lake didn't kill him, so he decided to fill his waterskin with it again, with an intent to hydrate himself for a day of traveling. Whether that is a good idea or not, that will be found out in a second...

- [b]Emptied [i]Waterskin[/i] to hydrate himself with [i]4 lbs[/i] of water, and filled his [i]Waterskin[/i] again with the water from the lake.[/b]