"Flying isn't a half-bad idea, Forgefly. I don't think any of us should get closer to that magic hammer than we need to. It might be worth concentrating some attacks on destroying a weapon that could turn us into icicles. Our show-down with Sangrinos could go south quickly if any of us is taken...
Verlomi takes in the strange, indistinct forms in the walls. If these things have minds, she thinks, they won't for long. Then she narrows her eyes in concentration, and a silver halo shimmers into existance above her head.
OOC: Verlomi is manifesting Planar Apotheosis (Celestial) {CP 93}
Verlomi finds her heart moved with pity, and says to the uldra, "None of us is going to make you do anything you don't wish to do, friend."
She glares at the crows. "None of us." She squats on the raft, to be closer to the level of the fey. "Why should we would want to test you?"
He seems...
"I will never get used to flying dwarves," Verlomi mutters to herself.
"I don't have an unlimited supply of psychic energy, so I'll ride on the...er... raft with Jyll," Verlomi says. "And Forgefly, I'm all in favor of you taking the lead. Who else is riding? Hisss?"
Verlomi reaches for a small...
Verlomi thinks, 'Here we go again.'
"Forgefly, make sure there's room for some company on that contraption. If we're lucky, we're going to have some liberated arcanists with us, and they may be in no condition to fly."
Verlomi pops a snow mouse into her bag of holding (*munch munch munch*)...