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Metea: The crevice "Hmph. He wishes!" Metea stuck her tongue out at the dwarf, not that he was awake any longer to appreciate. She'd stand up, wandering over to Otiroth, tracing one finger down his shoulder. "And you- up to no good, hm?" She gave a little smile. "All this fuss about which way...

Metea would take a moment to retrieve her moonstone while the others fussed over the dwarf. "This is what got you into trouble in the first place, I reckon," she'd mutter at him. Not the moonstone specifically, but the hunt for similar gems? Oh yes, it seemed obvious enough to her that she was...

Metea: The crevice This was a grand secret indeed! A mysterious race, a hidden city, dark stones! Metea still was crouched alongside the dwarf, but she'd pull out her patron's talisman, running the leather strap between her fingers for a moment. "Ancient fey! A buried city! This is something...

Metea: The crevice Metea's tail swished slightly as Otiroth and Sela talked, and she'd contemplate what Sela had told them so far. There were a lot of little hints buried in there, enough so that Metea could sift through memories of boring days and nights sent copying Suru's texts. Memories...

Metea: In the crevice Well, peaceful seemed possible, but both sides did have their weapons out. Literally and figuratively, as a spell casters hands were often the focus for their powers. Metea wondered if the woman, lurking in a forbidden mine, was up for some Dolstian sharing of resources...

Metea: Into the crack "Don't worry about the illusory hole, worry about the illusory floor!" Metea hissed to the others. That'd be her trick, at least, if she were leaving tricks for others. But she would crouch down by the dwarf. Insofar as she could protect him, she would! Was this another...

Metea: Down the Crack Oof. Metea did not like the idea of leaping that distance. She might have feathers, but she certainly didn't have wings. "Can't we tie some rope across the way? Or have Jeovanna throw us?" The tiefling suggested. Of course, that might be a more painful premise than it...

Metea: Watch your step Well, Metea and Otiroth could help each other over the rough terrain! It was probably best neither of them were responsible for carrying the dwarf. Her eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the light from Otiroth's dancing lights. She could see quite well, actually, and would...

Metea: Watch your step Metea finally scuttled away from the edge. "There is water down there, or something like it. A great puddle of black puddings, perhaps. Either way, I don't think we should try spelunking down that hole. It doesn't feel like a hewn hole to me- dwarves would be more...

Metea: Watch your step Before they headed on down one of the paths, Metea would briefly drop to all fours and scuttle over near the pit. It was a motion that looked oddly natural on the tailed tiefling; perhaps tieflings were meant to skulk? Mostly, she wanted additional feeling of security...

Metea: Small Discoveries Metea had been mostly silent as the others went over their next steps. She was along for the ride, really. Perhaps she might have been more honed if she had gotten a few bat bites or a demon claw to the leg, but as it was, Metea found her comrade's protection to be more...

Metea: small discoveries It's her second watch when the warlock really gets a good look at the item, mingling with the tutoring of her patron. Someday, perhaps, she will not be well-served in putting mysterious items up to her eye, but that day is not today. Equally difficult to resist-...

Metea blinked a few times. Smelled like burning fur down here... which was, actually, probably an improvement from the smell of demon blood and dwarf-scent. She'd contemplate the situation, briefly. Otiroth and Carthum had gotten bit up a little, but they both looked fine! Metea would lay back...

Metea: A hatred of bats Metea really wished she were still asleep... Eldritch energy crackles at her fingertips and lances into the swarm. Is this a nightmare? She'd pull her blanket up around her delicate skin. She doesn't want to be bit, real or nightmare! <Spellcasting- eldritch blast...

Metea: Hour One Mines were scary places, weren't they? Metea imagined that, even when it had been full of nothing but miners, the place would be spooky. Her darkvision saw through most of the shadows and fright that might have lingered in her over-active imagination. She and Otiroth would get...

Metea: Dreams of a Long Slumber Ah. Mingling blood. Now there is a sign of affection! Mm, and in certain circles- pacts! Metea licks her lips for a moment. And others had looked askance at her and Otiroth playing about... so foolish! Metea investigated the finds, picking up the red stone...

Metea: Gathering Metea accepted the cracked disc, and gave it a curious once-over up close, too. It was damaged, clearly- unless that crack was meant to be part of the item's 'charm', so maybe that was part of what threw off her first look at it. She'd much prefer a few hours in Suru's library...

Metea: Gathering Hmm, so the miners had met a bad end, perhaps? The dwarf must've been down here quite awhile to waste away like that, but not THAT long. Even a dwarf couldn't live forever on belly-fat. Hey, she had learned how not to judge people of other races, but it rang kind of hollow...

Metea: Gathering Metea stepped to one side as Otiroth headed past, down into the crevice. She wanted to tell him to stop- after all, Jeovanna and Dain had darted after the creature of their own volition. It was their hides if they got in over the head- but she didn't say anything. Let him go...

Metea: Hunting and Gathering Metea's tail lashed in frustration, and not a bit of worry. While she would take a cursory survey of their surroundings, the fact that they were unlikely to get any information from the dwarf meant they were just wasting their time. There was still another demon out...