Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191205184926/@comment-5543592-20191207200608

Clodagh couldn't generate the friction needed to tear it underwater, and felt herself sinking faster and faster.

Just when it seemed like she was a goner, the water swelled up, rising in a sudden tidal wave, carrying her with it. The now overpoweringly strong current buffeted her, spinning her to the point that she lost all sense of direction. She only knew from the sick feeling in her stomach that she was being lifted upwards. The wave crested and broke, and she was thrown from it, dropped onto the edge of the cliff. She felt the mercifully dry grass, the night air bitterly cool on her wet skin.

Physically, it was just a staff. Looking at it revealed nothing. She could still feel the magical tether, connecting the staff to something, somewhere else. Perhaps she could use that some how.