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Behave, hmm? And that was directed towards them as well, she imagined, not just Magaw? The tiefling's golden eyes were wide with excitement, and she did not even try to pretend otherwise. She would move to take up a spot on one of the strange boulders without any noticeable hesitation. It was...

The quarrel between the two- that is interesting indeed! Magaw must certainly be ancient. Sela as well. But undead and fey, they did tend to... stick around. It was enough if both sides, for now, would put aside old grudges. "He has been very helpful," she'd reassure Sela. Metea turns back...

Metea frowned, pulling her hand back. But the sensation is not unpleasant... still, as she looks away... she looks to Carthum. His concern is not unjustified, but perhaps misnamed. It wasn't a demon door, then, but a fey one? "Sela!" Metea declared in greeting, but the pitchling was already...

"Fine, let's try it, and move on if it doesn't work," Metea replies. Magaw needing to have this information asked for, when he knew they were looking at it, was an irritant, but what could one do? The fact that he didn't get trapped by the gem was reason enough to try it herself, but the fact...

Metea's gaze has turned towards the gemstone above. If they cannot open the door, then surely sealing it is the next best step. "Magaw- do you know what happens if we break the stone? Will it prevent the gate from opening again?" She was not too familiar with the properties of gemstones...

Metea's tail twitches a bit- always quick to find some condemnation of her demonic blood, it takes very little for Metea to read such into even the most innocent of comments. The dwarf probably doesn't mean anything by anything he says at the moment, honestly. he still seemed a bit confused and...

"Magaw- is this an infernal portal? A gate?" Metea asked. She looked at it a bit more warily, now. A gate directly to the nine hells, or just the nine hells' waiting room? "If so, we shouldn't be trying to open it." Her hands came close to the symbols- she could feel the heat on the stone from...

Metea's eyes lit up as Otiroth tried to use flame on the... flame symbol. But that symbol on the right- was it water? Well, perhaps she could give it a try? She'd pour a bit of water from her canteen into the palm of her hand- ugh, the water was warmer than the air around them- and focus a bit...

"Alright, alright. I suppose you all can take a rest," Metea said. Her eyes glittered- not just the thaumaturgy, this time. She was having a good time! A nice break from the terror from before. The others weren't sulking about it all, were they? "Well, sorcerer? Come look at this door with...

Metea grinned at Magaw. A grin to match the natural grin of the skull, even. She was feeling generous! "Sure, ride along if you want. Or hop inside," she'd undo the strap of her pack. After a moment of contemplation, she paused, then pulled out her book and slipped it into a pouch at her hip...

Metea: Trick or Treat Dain might not have enjoyed acting. But Metea? Metea loved it. She wore the frenzied excitement of a successful hunter well, as it mirrored her true excitement. Her tail, she managed to keep mostly under control, swishing slowly from side to side. In her hands she...

Dain & Metea: Kravikus comes! And here there comes a choice; two of their members already injured, and Annit now critically so- getting her clear of another blast of flame from Kravikus is necessary. With a burnt, leg, though, could she sprint out of range? Dain's chest still ached from the...

Metea takes her chance! Her hex finds a new target in Kravikus, and the mixed stones and pebbles and soil find their home back in the hole they had started from! The loose soil, scattered haphazardly about, is driven by the devilish cantrip- loosely packed around the demon, but packed...

Metea winced at the smell of burnt flesh on the air. And, through all of that- she hadn't seen Kravikus yet! Not that she was in a rush. If their trap did not work, they were in trouble, but Metea felt a bit better, with Jeovanna and Carthum before her. The warlock was waiting for Kravikus to...

Metea: Kravikus Comes Metea pressed both hands to her head as the demonic voice invaded it. No! Go away! She thought back. Though she didn't know if that was how telepathy worked! She shot there skull friend a look. "Kravikus! You could have mentioned him before, Magaw!" She scolded him, but...

Metea stepped back slightly as Jeovanna approached. Then even more, as the barbarian investigated the cage with true intent in her eyes. "I say- do it. Nothing's gained by wasting time," Metea said. Maybe he'd teach her his levitation spell! On second thought- keep that to herself. She'd hate...

Metea: Decisions Metea stood up again, flipping her hair out of her face. "Fond of being a floating skull? Begging your pardon, but it seems dreadfully boring, to me. Unless there's more to that floating trick you're doing, than meets the eye?" Or the 'eye hole' in this case, perhaps? Maybe...

Metea: Decisions The heat was quite nice, actually! Metea's pack, already quite light, felt... a bit heavier? It was strange indeed. While Otiroth chatted up the skull, and Carthum started up the 'blessings of Suru, purge the darkness' stuff, Metea would pull off her pack, set it down on the...

Metea: The grinning skull Metea's tail lashed back and forth in fascination. She was a cat that had seen a bird just outside her reach. But she had also learned her lesson about simply reaching out and touching mysterious items. "Well, Magaw. Today may be your lucky day," Metea begins. She...

Metea: The grinning skull Metea lets out a low whistle as the demon collapses. "Savage! Demonic jailers- not up for the guarding, I guess," she murmurs. She doesn't want to draw too much attention to herself, until Jeovanna calms down a bit. It's not quite over yet though, is it? Metea...