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Otiroth followed along with the others- he'd sniff the air as well. The scent of mysterious alchemical substances had often drifted past Otiroth's nose in the past. Most of the truly interesting scents had been hidden beneath the smell of perfumes... drifting up from the depths beneath the...

Otiroth: Four sides The sorcerer takes a moment- a rare opportunity- to rest, breathe, and think. He feels more under control. The shock of the pain has faded, dealt with by Carthum's magical healing. Now, only a feeling of emptiness remains. He twitches his fingers a bit, testing the bitten...

"Yes, uh... good idea," Otiroth agreed. "Whew," and he'd wipe a bit of sweat from his brow. He was, though, stubbornly remaining upright. He actually began to try and move after Dain, but... Metea's tail was kind of in the way... ...not that he... minded at all. The sorcerer coughed. And...

Otiroth: Four sides Suddenly, Otiroth felt much better! The sling would do for now, and Otiroth nodded at the suggestion. "Let's take a look," he agreed, as so far, none of them had gotten eyes on that other path. They could try and creep over- if the sure-footed ranger didn't want to take a...

Otiroth still wavered on his feet a bit... but Carthum's magic helped. A lot. He'd swallow and manage a smile in response- which became real enough. "Brave and foolhardy. That's me," he echoed. He'd let Dain take a look as well.... but the ranger was right. They could not linger here too long...

Otiroth: Four sides Otiroth's hands were shaking something fierce... he very nearly lost his feet in fact, but somehow, managed then not to swoon. "Filthy... vermin..." he spat. Look at his sleeve! He didn't have anything to stitch that with down here! Three bolts sprang from his...

Otiroth: Four sides Otiroth looked down briefly as the others began their fight, pulling out his spell component pouch. He'd been in it earlier to scatter some colored clay dust before, but did he still- ah, yes! Still some left. Giving Metea a nod- they had this! And she had it, too!- he'd...

Otiroth: Four sides Hm! Now, this was interesting. Unfortunate timing, but interesting. If this creature was anything like Metea, well, his fire magic was indeed worth little in this fight. Carthum was roaring in true orc fashion, and while Otiroth could not understand the words, the...

Otiroth: Four sides Otiroth continued forward to Metea, looking more shaken at her apparently being trapped than he did at the demonic voice echoing from the darkness. In truth, the latter probably should've concerned him a bit more. "Are you okay?" He whispered to her, but there was a foe, and...

Otiroth has hung back, perhaps to keep an eye on both parties, or perhaps he simply is doing some thought of his own. It turns out that this 'overseeing' position is apparently, well... worse than simply being in the thick of it, because it seems at once two things are happening that need...

Otiroth: Four sides "Metea. It may be a ward," Otiroth took that moment of a pause to speak up. "Not likely to get set off by anything but an actual person touching it, but it could also smote the whole room, just in case." Otiroth imagined spell casters strong enough to cast a glyph or ward...

Otiroth would take a moment to prestidigitation white ash off of his shoes and pants legs. Honestly, keeping clean in a dungeon was such a chore! They'd move on to the next barrier. Two ways to go, neither of them seemingly going in the direction they had hoped. And the hand imprint on the...

Otiroth: Red Finger It is now Otiroth's turn, and he briefly laments his lack of wings. Still... having watch the barbarian's display of strength, he is a bit inspired... not to look bad! The sorcerer takes a run up, and while his *landing* is not particularly graceful, he manages to clear the...

Otiroth: Red Finger "I can certainly chill the rope- it may be a bit too cold, though," Otiroth replied. In the intense heat of the cavern, though, it would 'thaw' quickly. Which path would they take, then?

Otiroth: Red Finger Otiroth is silent for a moment, one finger pressed to his lips as if he were about to say something. He remained in that pose for a moment later as there was really nothing to say, now was there? "Here," the sorcerer pointed a finger at a pile of rocks near the coalbed...

Otiroth: The crevice Otiroth nodded- at least the dwarf seemed... happy? At peace somehow? "Let's save some of those mushrooms, huh?" The sorcerer muttered. But the others were right- they could not linger here for long! The longer they stayed in one place, the more they risked something...

Otiroth: The crevice Otiroth could flavor the medicine for them- that is little trouble. While a wine man himself, Otiroth has at least tasted some of them stout ales the hills people brewed. While he imagined that they watered down their artisan crafts when they shipped it outside of their own...

Otiroth gave Sela a nod, watching for a moment after she had disappeared into the dark. A spell-caster! A civilization buried beneath their own! It was all quite amazing; a promise of impressive lore indeed. Spells that had, quite literally, not seen the light of day in some time! "I wonder..."...

Otiroth: The crevice "It is good to meet you then, Sela, odd circumstances or no. I am Otiroth," the sorcerer gave her a formal nod. "And my companion here is not exaggerating- there is turmoil in the north, and it may reach us here- above or below ground." It was stated matter-of-factly...

Otiroth: In the crevice Otiroth didn't have the greatest of views from partially around the corner, but he could see and hear enough. Metea's attempt had at least gotten the woman to talk instead of attack, and now both sides could observe the other. Were there a peaceful solution, well... it...