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Enough time has passed and the door remains unsolved. Jeovanna retrieves her torch and heads back to join the others, investigating the faint opening of the door with them. "Does not smell like demons," she mutters. But how much did that mean? It was like trusting a poisonous frog to be orange...

Jeovanna was keeping her watch- then frowned, as if she sensed something... not quite right. Turning back towards the others, she'd find mostly darkness beyond- she could not see that Dain had disappeared into the tunnel! In act, the torchlight may have more blinded her than anything. The...

Jeovanna's mind was indeed on the gnolls, though her thoughts were taking a circuitous, unhelpful route. She had been told that some gnolls were themselves as bad as demons. Did she believe it? Yes, if only because the ones that had told her as much had been the pack themselves. But having seen...

Jeovanna could see little beyond the torchlight, and she was not sure how much her limited vision helped. Glancing up and down the hall for a moment, the woman found an outcropping of gnawed rock just beyond the tunnel entrance to stick the torch into- that way, at least her hands were free- and...

Jeovanna set down the dwarf on the stone rim. She would keep an eye on him, though. Otherwise, the barbarian lifted her sword, finding great comfort in its weight. She hadn't supposed she would ever be so obsessed with her blade, but good steel was a shield between life and death. "I am...

Jeovanna jostled the dwarf just slightly, but rather half-heartedly. "Let him sleep," she replied. The woman took in the room, relieved to be able to see at least something with Otiroth's dancing lights in play. "Can we not light a torch?" She asked finally. There was little to look at, given...

"Hrmph. Like what. A mole? A worm?" Jeovanna muttered back. For some reason, she could not think of any other burrowing animals at the moment, but then, she rarely concerned herself with such animals. Not worth hunting. There was a big difference between burrowing animals and one that simply...

Jeovanna: Trick or Treat Jeovanna growled a bit as Metea yanked on the rope, but otherwise, played along. She was, after all, easily irritated. Otherwise, the barbarian carried the dwarf along and kept an eye on their surroundings. While Otiroth looked beaten down and Dain wore mystical...

Jeovanna licks her teeth, and observes Kravikus' demise for a moment. Fitting. But the demon is already buried, and unburying him is perhaps a fool's effort. Even if they did, how would they find anything amongst the rubble and demon? Her trap is gone, but she will get another, if they make it...

Jeovanna: Kravikus Comes! Kravikus is trapped, though still just as deadly. Yet his head is laid at her feet and she would not pass up such an opportunity! He had shown resistance to blades already, but that simply meant she must hit him harder! "Face me, demon! Or are you too afraid?"...

Carthum's weapon does not have the reach- but perhaps Jeovanna's does? She is very mindful of the hole in the ground, though... but such mindfulness could perhaps be mistaken for caution about the approaching demon in place of anything else. She leans out and takes a swipe at Kravikus, and then...

Jeovanna had not even had a chance to lower her blade! Another demon was coming... and so far, the skull had been honest enough with them, so she believed him. It was bad news. Some of them were already fairly injured. The barbarian growled. Carthum tapped her then, and she wheeled on him, but...

Jeovanna strode forward to investigate the cage. It looked too strong to simply smash it with her greatsword- now, if she had had an ax!- but that was beside the point. "Keep your head down," she suggested to the floating skull, with a bit of a wry twist of her lips. It was impossible to tell...

Jeovanna: Decisions Jeovanna heard 'smash', and honestly, the heat was getting to her. A tad bit of impatience had crept in. Of course, now was not the time to be impatient, as dealing with undead was something far beyond her abilities. Unless that 'dealing with' involved smashing. She was...

Jeovanna: Decisions Jeovanna paces the hall like a caged animal. The heat is certainly getting to her. Were it a hot summers' day, a gust of wind might've danced past and temporarily lightened the load. Down here, it seemed every second was only the hotter, and the only gusts of wind that...

A step towards the cage. "Smash it?" Jeovanna asked the others, ooze-slicked blade ready to do the bars in, but... she would, with some great effort, shake it off. The fight was over. For now. Looking a bit glum, she'd poke about- not with her hands, obviously- at the remains of the ooze...

Jeovanna suddenly stops laughing, and lunges forward at the demon. This is not a slash, but a stab- the full weight of her blade tip directed towards the intersection of the criss-crossing slashes on the demon's oozing body. Her sword plunges further and further, but it is at a cost, as even as...

DIE "Hands off! Your blood is mine!" This is the first thing that is not just maddened laughter. It is not, perhaps, an improvement. DIE Another slash, this one aiming for the same spot as the last, except from the other direction, this time. Or perhaps Jeovanna was simply offended that the...

Jeovanna: The Grinning Skull DIE Jeovanna charged directly for the demon on the right. DIE Perhaps it was a tactical decision, perhaps not. She certainly wasn't giving away any of her insight; all she knew was that the pack must be protected. They could not let this slime slither past and...

Jeovanna: The Grinning Skull Jeovanna already has her sword drawn, and there is not enough time to switch to her bow. There is enough time to pick up a rock and cast it at the demonic visage before them. "Harsket!" Jeovanna snarls something in Gnollish, but as the others do not speak it, what...