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The first had fallen apart! Now, to the second! But that talking skull- that was a bit disconcerting. One of many disconcerting things, actually, that had struck her at that moment. "Suffer!" She spat in Infernal, and would move her hex spell onto the other demon. Let it suffer the same...

Metea: The grinning skull "Good idea, Otiroth! Freeze it, and I bet it's jelly will shatter!" Metea would never forget how Otiroth stood by her when she was too afraid to even move to face the horribly hairy demons above. She would stand by him now. He could do this! As for her, well, she was...

Metea- the grinning skull Ah, wait! Couldn't they talk about this? Metea edged along behind the group as Dain charged in. She wasn't doing more than poking her head around the corner, though, partly because doing so would ruin the misty vision she had going now, and and partly because she had...

Metea: Triple Fork Metea, for one, liked the idea. She didn't particularly want to face down the... creature ahead. So, she'd 'roll her resilient sphere' along after the others. The sphere itself didn't make any noise. Metea was light-footed... in this case... so perhaps the spell was...

Metea: Triple Fork As they walked, Metea waved one hand and summoned forth another deceptive illusion. This one was a bit simpler- an image of a faint glow around herself and Otiroth. "Resilient sphere!" It was a spell well above their power, but she would do her best to replicate what she...

Otiroth seems back on his feet. Metea releases her tail-hold on the sorcerer, though feathers might've brushed a behind once more, before looking between the two. The barbarian looked... busy. So she'd head over to join Annit, peering down into the darkness. Joined her in listening. Metea...

Metea watched Jeovanna manhandle the imp carcass, and actually licked her lips. It seemed a shame to have to wonder, and to let the spider get all the good treats. ... ... Where had that come from?

Metea didn't seem to want to let Otiroth out of her sight... sure, her feathery tail couldn't deflect rat bites or demon claws, but she felt better with him by her side! At least until he got that weird look out of his eyes... "Come on," she said, "let those two take a look... we shouldn't get...

Metea sidled ever closer to Otiroth, were that possible. "Come on... we'll get that clean, and in a splint, and you'll barely notice it's there." She'd wrap her tail around Otiroth. She had this! Well, she had a spare shirt in her pack, which was probably clean- and if it weren't, Otiroth could...

Metea: four sides Metea slowly pulls her hand free; the hand print is sweaty no doubt, but she is perhaps lucky to not have lost a layer of skin! Hmph. She had learned a bit about wards, perhaps, but nothing her great patron did not already know! "Otiroth!" She rushes over to him, to try and...

Metea: four sides Metea once more is distracted before she can focus fully on the trap. Her hand is getting a bit sore! <wisdom check=10> But how could she not be distracted, with a big sewer-crawling monstrosity attached to Otiroth's arm? "Get off of him!" Metea shouts, and a bolt of...

Metea: four sides "No," Metea whispers, "get *you*..." Okay, it wasn't a great comeback, but in Metea's defense... she had recently and deliberately stuck her hand on a wall. It was probably lucky she was able to quip at all... She'd try and press herself further against the wall, as if that...

Metea: four sides Yes, I'll... any moment now... Metea tries to clear her mind of the distractions nearby. She is just down in the catacombs, trying to gently tug her hand free of the ward. It's a nasty construction, though, and what happens next kind of throws her. <Wisdom check= 11> In...

Metea: four sides For you, master! Metea frowned, then, as her hand was stuck, giving it a tug, to no avail. A frown turned to a grimace as a familiar tongue meets her ears. Familiar, yet not... for she has never heard it quite like this. The stone seems to shake, though it is only a...

Metea contemplated it for a good long while. Seconds tick past. Longer seconds. Her magehand hasn't activated it, which either meant... it wasn't meant to be opened by magic, or it wasn't meant to be opened at all. It really wanted her to stick her hand in there, didn't it? She grimaced...

Metea's mage hand climbs up the wall to prod at the hand print. But she would consent for them at least to get near ab exit! Passing a bit closer doesn't offer too many hints. And mage hand, well, it was a rather low-risk identification tool. The main risk being a trap wouldn't recognize it as...

Metea- four sides Metea looks a little frazzled after being flung bodily through the air, and may have strutted and preened a bit to regain her dignity. "Well. what do you guys think? I do have this magic hand..." On cue, her spectral mage hand appeared and would skitter its way towards the...

Metea: Red Finger Metea squirmed in panic when the barbarian grabbed her. "Hey! Mitts off!" She shouted. Then, realizing that the big woman was about to fling her- Metea suddenly went very still. "Wait, can't we talk about this?!" Of course, Metea had to get across somehow, but the opposite...

Metea: Red Finger Rogues lived for feats of daring and skill, didn't they? At least, Annit seemed to, because she offered to leap the gap quickly enough, when before they had been stymied by a fall with much less boiling liquid underneath it. Metea's hand dropped its rock- it splashed into the...

Metea: Red Finger "Ah! Let me see!" Metea peeked up and over the others' shoulders, but she didn't know what Jeovanna expected her to see from here? "Are we heading in or not? What's the matter? It's not that hot!" Of course, Metea could handle the heat. Silly humans! Touching hot rocks...