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Otiroth grimaces at the dwarf. "Magic? Indeed. And if we hadn't, you'd still be stuck in a pillar of demon filth. Prospecting and mining in closed mines- that's also quite illegal, isn't it?" They were in the same boat, here. Very curious that the dwarf would try and get any kind of leverage...

Otiroth: The Carven Door A nod to the dwarf, and Otiroth would briefly go to his pack, pulling out some rations. They were doing well in that regard, as far as actual physical and base sustenance went, but Otiroth had to admit... eating nothing but hardtack was wearing on his spirit more than...

"Hmm." "Indeed, if you feel fit to move, come sit with us," the sorcerer offered the dwarf. "We have, after all, been traveling together some time now." Infernal portal? Possibly. Either that, or a store room. The sorcerer sits down cross-legged in front of the door to continue investigating...

For a moment Otiroth observes that faceted gem with pure, impotent greed. He even contemplates reaching out to touch it, but... remembers what happened to Metea. Beautiful, perfect, wicked Metea, who would... never let him live it down if he got stuck to a giant gem and summoned a monster. So...

"Yes... of course. I'll take a look," Otiroth moved over, casting dancing lights as he did to illuminate the area for him. Dain seemed on watch for now... The sorcerer, though, took a moment to get a few 'tail feathers' of his own. Turnabout was fair play, after all, especially when Metea had...

Otiroth: Trick or Treat "This path could have been chewed by a burrowing creature. Surely much faster than chiseling it by hand," Otiroth mused. He might have been 'chained', but his position gave him a unique perspective on investigating matters. But the large room? That was something else...

Otiroth Trick or Treat Otiroth mostly kept his head down. It wasn't merely playing the part. Exhaustion helped a bit, too. Had it only been a few hours since they had seen the great chasm? He wouldn't mind the cool splash of water now. Metea tugged on the ropes, and Otiroth did give a quick...

Otiroth: Kravikus Comes! Dain had gotten Annit out of range of Kravikus' firebreath... maybe. Good. He'd seen Annit use her bow before, and every little bit counted! They could handle this... for now! Speaking of which... The sorcerer was running low, even with draconic blood boiling in his...

Otiroth: Kravikus Comes! The trap was sprung, and if nothing else, they had succeeded in royally angering a fire-breathing demon! Said fire-breathing maw was still in play, but also Otiroth's only target. His crossbow remains unused in his off hand, and with his other, he joins Magaw in...

Otiroth: Kravikus Comes! The very tips of the demon's horns are practically in view! Otiroth can sense it in a way, like feeling heat drifting into a chilled room. His dancer pirouettes in front of Kravikus, but it still does little more than cast light; not especially suitable as a...

Otiroth smiled when the skull was freed, and seemed about to say more... when the sound of approaching footsteps, and then the intrusion into his mind... A quick glance to the others. They would not have much time. Otiroth moved at first to the entryway, in which the footsteps were coming...

Otiroth: Decisions Yes.. they all took a step back, though Otiroth watched with more curiosity than trepidation. Imagine- an undead, floating skull owing them a favor! That was an unusual concept indeed. Perhaps the sorcerer may have moved to stand between the skull and the dwarf, but a part...

Sadly, Otiroth did not have much more information than rumor about the Sands, not that he'd care to admit it. Of course, rumors were probably of great interest to someone who'd been in demonic jail for an age, but they could not stand around here chatting forever. The heat was even beginning to...

Otiroth: Decisions His blood burns. Otiroth can bear it no longer- he yanks off the bandage around his arm. The flesh is still torn and bruised in places, but it is a strange feeling indeed... vitality soars through him, and the heat of the cavern is nothing compared to the burning in his...

Otiroth joined the others in investigating as well... though he'd keep an eye out for Carthum to return. He cannot understand Infernal, but the tone of the conversation is something that can be read... even in such an intimidating tongue. Things seem... cordial. True or not, it was something...

From where they are standing, Otiroth can see that Jeovanna has carved the ooze demon some nasty wounds indeed. He once more sends a blue ray of frost streaking off towards the demonic being, but as before... it is a tough shot, to avoid hitting one of the two women. The beam goes wide, but by...

Otiroth: The Grinning Skull This was simply not working! Otiroth actively propped up the elbow of his injured arm with his good one, and would cast once more. This was his third shot against the first demon, who even now seemed to blubber off the half-orc and the ranger's attack- so he had to...

Otiroth: The Grinning Skull Otiroth's aim was still a little off- even as he pointed one finger towards the furthest demon, he could noticeably see the lack of familiarity with the elaborate symbols in his own off-hand. Paga's :):):):)! If we survive this... a week at the training range! The...

Otiroth: The Grinning Skull Both of you? Well, that didn't sound good. Otiroth joined Metea in peering around the corner, trying to keep out of the way of their allies that had to rush into melee combat, while still getting good eyes on the room. He could see only the one from his current...

A nod- the tunnel with the cart tracks seemed a good idea indeed. Were they gemstones? A fine twist to their quest. Slaves? A rescue would surely put them in favor with the Pitchlings, though it'd give them more folk to watch over. A warcart of enemies? Best to know sooner rather than later...