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Carthum One-Tusk: Four sides Carthum nodded to Dain. He would watch the ranger' back. The half-orc's aid is perhaps good in other situations, but not at sneaking. One might have been forgiven for thinking he'd not gotten the news that they were to hide at all. But then, their crew had just...

Carthum One-Tusk: Four sides Carthum nodded to Dain. Jeovanna and Annit had returned- the sleeping dwarf seeming in one piece- and brought news that they had feared, but no doubt also expected. "Were you able to see what it was?" He asked, but if they had, surely they would've been more...

Carthum One-Tusk: Four sides Carthum returned to his pack. Dug around in it before he found one of the healer's kits that had been given to him by the church. A cautious eye towards materials, meant that maybe he could safely take some extra padding without risking its usefulness too much...

He should sit down! Carthum had taken another swing at the raven as it flew off, but it was too quick and he was already pushing his luck with his last swing! Now he returned to Metea and Otiroth- glad to see his sister, less so to see all that swelling. "That was brave, mage. Foolish, but...

A... shape-shifting rat? There is clearly more going on here than meets the eye, but it is no longer the time for contemplation! The half-oec's mace swings savagely once more, although this is a very different target! <To hit w/ advantage=13, damage 8>

Carthum One-Tusk: Four sides Otiroth will likely be displeased by Carthum's next choice, but the risk of the rat biting another teammate and spreading its disease further is too great for Carthum to ignore. He moved forward quickly, using his shield and his mace together to strike the rat and...

Carthum One-Tusk: Four sides "Do you yield?" Carthum snarls, but sadly, he does not give the imp much time to respond! "Parsulu! Your radiance!" And he drives his mace against his shield. Brilliant light once more suffuses the area- his comrades are perhaps becoming used to being dazzled...

Carthum One-Tusk: Four sides It is not going as expected, that is certain, and Carthum can only hope that Dain and Jeovanna had heard the ruckus and were acting in their own way. It is enough that Otiroth and Annit have his back for now- but Metea's voice, it wavered. Was this another...

Carthum One-Tusk: Four sides "Infernal, Annit. Be on your guard!" But Carthum has moved past Metea- there is no time to chastise her now- and raises his shield before the oncoming threat. In the path of flames, with true Infernal licking at his senses like a dog worrying a bone, he can perhaps...

Carthum does not actually think twice about the dagger. Presumably, she had simply had it all along. The lack of any answers seems to be the end of it. Seems to be. "Metea!" Carthum shouts in protest, but he and Annit had hung back, and while he can try to rush forward to snatch his sister...

Well, Metea had apparently hesitated. Which showed a surprising amount of restraint, for her! Perhaps there was another way to determine what laid beyond not only here, but the hallways beyond? It was an enchantment Carthum had had little use for before, especially knowing that he lived in a...

They had at least tried to regain their formation on the way up towards the strange room. The two tunnels on either side seemed the obvious, easy path. The locked door before them? Punishment for the curious. Metea did not pause for a moment! Carthum would not try to stop her, for it seemed...

Carthum One-Tusk: Red Finger "Suru!" Carthum declares. Though he perhaps winces a bit at the tossing of the poor dwarf, who he hoped at least would not wake up until he was safely on the ground once more! Waking up in mid-air must be horrible! The barbarian woman is incredible! Carthum may be...

Carthum One-Tusk: Red Finger They would move further into the cavern, the heat continuing to be uncomfortable for at least most of them. The water would no doubt be scalding; something a healing spell could fix, but it'd surely be painful. Their little thief did not deserve that sort of pain...

Carthum didn't have Metea's affinity for fire, but he wasn't as thin-skinned as the humans, either. Still, a bead of sweat was wiped away, and the half-orc set his jaw. "Whatever we do- we should be quick, for if we remain here too long, we may well collapse from the heat. That pool is probably...

Perhaps upon returning to the temple, Carthum would have some questions for his superiors. And it seemed as well this dwarf had some knowledge of the clerics' healing arts; it was good he was asleep until he was of sound mind, but also a shame, for perhaps he knew about the magic of the gems...

Carthum said nothing at first, though perhaps his thoughts were shamefully in line with Metea's over the stone. Then again, were they any better? Not really. His sister cut right to the quick. He would die before he let something like this happen to her. While he seemed quite hesitant at giving...

Carthum One-Tusk: The crevice Carthum watched Sela disappear, and he almost smiled. He knew they were in peril down here, but it was so refreshing to meet someone that they could speak with. It had went well, he thought. Carthum was not necessarily the sort to presume everyone was waiting to...

Hrm! Permission to continue then, but a trial still laid ahead of them. "So be it, we shall prove ourselves!" The light of the stone dimmed as it once more moved back to his shield. Their path was divinely guided! <Insight=13>

Carthum One-Tusk: In the crevice Carthum put one boot on the glowing stone to keep it from hitting the wall behind them- just to stop it, but otherwise would leave it fully illuminating the party. They had nothing to fear from the light, after all. There were many ways to see in the dark, and...