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"Metea!" Otiroth yelped. He'd leap to his feet... but he wasn't charging into the brush! While his opinion might change if he saw Metea in immediate danger, at the moment they were rushing at shadows. "He, uh, really likes dogs," Otiroth offered, for Dain seemed to be speaking the creature's...

Otiroth began to carefully uncover the cooking meat, before carving off pieces to hand off to everyone around the fire. Yes, including the dog! But he did know where he was going. Alath. A place that would give her answers... that could tell him about the past that was growing even now in...

Otiroth joined Metea and Carthum at the fire, listening to the man's tale. He would ask, gently of course, about the rumors the hills-folk had brought of the beasts from the north. Had he seen any of them himself? Either way, he had likely made the right choice, even if it was a tragic one...

Otiroth greeted the man cheerfully enough. So that their group seemed confident, but not psychotically so. There was something to be said about those that wandered the wastes with too much joy. "You are the first traveler we've met recently," Otiroth continued, "we're currently heading north...

Otiroth had watched the interaction between hound and man with as much interest in the others. It was very foreign indeed- but he had a strange method of communication to call on as well. The sorcerer nodded to Dain. "Then let us offer him dinner," he said. Presumably, there was enough...

They have encountered many magical things on their trip so far- but crossing an ice bridge on a hot day ranks up there. It is amazing perhaps because it is, to Otiroth, the beautiful side of magic. Abolish the danger, because nothing was hurt by it, abolish the practicality, because they could...

Otiroth grimaced as the warriors' blades went snicker-snack on the angry snake, but said nothing. He had expected it to feel different, fighting above ground where the world seemed 'real', but he felt really no different. The snake was as hostile and unknowable as the walking armor had been...

Hm. Did they really want to cross the river at this point? "If we can get past the thorns, it may be best to wait until the river is a bit... shallower?" Or perhaps, even where they could reach a bridge. This wasn't Otiroth being fussy about his clothes- obviously he could dry those off with...

Being in a deep, dense forest was more a problem for the forest than for the fire sorcerer. The thorns catching at his boots were signing their own death warrant, really. But no, of course he would not burn down the forest. Although if something attacked him and he missed, well, he couldn't be...

West. A venture into deeper and darker territories- but the danger held by the wilderness was not necessarily any worse than those on the roads these days. Especially not with the company they were keeping. And it would potentially bring them in line with another whisper of their vision. A dark...

They'd gone from the path, but not far enough, it seemed! Otiroth doubted a child would know much of what had been happening in the north, but they might as well reunite a child with their pet. Whether it was the rodent, or the fox...

Otiroth could not pretend to be as savvy as the ranger, but he seemed to keep up relatively well as they moved on. The sorcerer's stamina was more a natural talent than a practiced one. They chatted very little. At least... Otiroth was fairly quiet. His mind and his eye were wandering. He...

Otiroth and Metea had separated in the wee hours of the morning, so they could attend to their last obligations. Otiroth had been honestly sad at their parting. Their trek through the mines had drawn them closer in ways he could not have expected- and to think, he was once annoyed by her tail...

There were many questions Otiroth would had liked to ask. About the other paths Immel had mentioned, about Lorica, about the world that lived beneath the feet of Kalair above. But they did not have time. Or- perhaps they did, but this quest into the depths of the mines had been for more than...

There were no dreams, after the vision. Or perhaps the vision itself had been the dream. Otiroth did feel oddly refreshed, though. He sat up as the others began to stir, and nodded solemnly to Lady Immel. An hour. It felt as if they had been away for longer. His blood burned, as if there was...