Eleonora felt genuinely surprised when her escape attempt failed so emphatically. When the solid water limbs send ther sprailing accross the marble floor, the thump of the impact of her body hurt less than the realisation that the creature had outwitted her. She struggled violently but already she could feel the liquid grasp of its lims around her lower body and belly. Foot by foot she was being dragged towards the pool and there was no hope at all until she was half submerged in the living liquid. Then she spotted the loose tile and hung on for her dear life. Of course, this was only a temporary reprieve, she could hardly expect to escape the creature like this and eventually she would need to let go. She noticed that she had dropped her Scimitar which was now several feet away from her, but she still had her silver dagger. Hovering above the pool was a huge, black steel chandeleer. The candles hadn’t been lit in what appeared to be centuries, and the entire contraption was held together by an old piece of rope that was tied to a pillar by the wall. She would only have one shot at this… Eleonora aimed carefully and then threw the knife at the rope. She hoped it would be enough to cut the rope and send the chandeleer tumbling on top of the water creature…<br/><br/><hr/><em><br/>Dice roll: 6</em>