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Metea: The Lair The young tiefling scrambled to get over to the relative safety of the others as the last demon fled. She did contemplate blasting it, but unlike Otiroth's firebolt, her eldritch blast moved in quite a straight line, and would have nowhere to go but into Dain's back. "Maybe...

Metea: The Lair Look, sure. It was all well and good, helping out the others, but there was a demon *right there*, and Metea was fairly sure at least that demon now knew where they were. Her illusion wasn't infallible, and watching a bunch of bolts streaking out of it probably gave the game up...

Metea: The Lair The arrival of the second demon would force Metea to move a bit, as she did not want to be so exposed! Not when it was so close. Luckily, Otiroth seemed to have a similar idea. Their comrades who were better at direct combat were tied up at the moment dealing with the larger...

Metea: The Lair Metea was, at the moment, quite high on her own power. Well... the power her pact had granted her. She would focus on maintaining her illusion, prepared to adjust it when her comrades went into the attack, to make sure that at least part of the cavern- and especially her!-...

Metea: The Lair No, keeping the illusion centered on the team while they suddenly scrambled was a tricky thing! Metea would do her best, though. She hadn't really mentioned to the others that she couldn't stop them from bursting out of the illusion into the open, so that was kind of on her...

Metea: The crack "A captive?" Metea repeated. Her first thought was, well... who cared? They were here to get gemstones to help everybody, not to try and release some lone fool that probably got grabbed after trying to dig down here itself. But then, if she were trapped, she'd like a rescue...

Hmm! It was even prettier up close... Metea would look at the others 'through' the rock, including Jeovanna, but quite passively, really... <Arcana check- 18+6=24>

Metea: crack creeping Annit would be fine! Still, Metea would back up. Only to let everybody else keep an eye out for rescue, of course! Eyes- right! Now near the back, and having watched Jeovanna try to wrestle stone from the bare rock by herself, she had to admit... she felt a little bad...

Metea: Aftermath Metea seemed pleased as punch about her little mystical flirt with Otiroth. How could such harmless magic cause a death sentence? She simply could not understand. At times, she even feared to be out in public... to admit she could see in the dark... The tiefling stepped aside...

Metea: Aftermath Mm. Metea licked her lips, then glanced back towards the others. "Do you all smell that? Smells like... more magic. And old corpses, maybe! But not much with meat, I think." To be fair, she spent a lot of time down in the catacombs. That was to say, she didn't spend much time...

you do... adequately. but what you ask... what do you offer in return? Metea did not especially want to make eye contact with Carthum at the moment... she felt guilty, even though no one had seemed to take notice of her actions during that fight. They'd all been too busy. Otiroth had put them...

Metea & Carthum: Shadows of the Past The chapel. It was a masterpiece. White stone, carved centuries before, rose in every direction, great pillars carved like trees holding up a ceiling painted with visages of the god's great works and at the very peak, the glass orb that held the Light...

Metea: the shadows Metea's gaze flickered back to Otiroth. Perhaps she was trying to be something she was not. She was a demon, but not like these pathetic wretches. "Now you have awoken the wrath of my servant! Your suffering shall be delicious!" Metea shouted this in Infernal, before...

Metea: into the shadows A second one! Metea had what should have been an ideal position to strike, but her hands were shaking, and once more, the spell fizzled at her fingertips. Fear was a great motivator, though, and while some of the faintly glowing eyes blinked out of existence, others...

Metea: into the shadows Metea scrambled to get to a position that felt defensible, but the knowledge that the creature could go where it wished did not comfort her. Having her back to the stone wall, her front guarded by their stronger members, did not mean much if it simply landed on her head...

Metea: into the shadows Jeovanna shouldering her aside and then laughing... laughing! It would throw off Metea's aim. Or so she would claim, for her attempt to eldritch blast did not even leave her fingertips before fizzling out. She'd claim later not to have been afraid. At the moment, she...

Jeovanna tries so hard, bless her.

Metea: into the shadows Metea sees the creature, and despite being in the middle of her team's ranks, a relatively excellent place to be protected, she is gripped by fear. It is not only that it is some kind of diabolic creature, not only an overwhelmed soul tired and nervous after their long...

Metea- Into the Shadows Metea's mind was spinning. She'd take in what she could, and while she could see better than her human companions, the mine itself was still eerily absent of anything but despair. "Does a necromancer need to stay close? Or can it raise the dead and wander off?" Metea...

Metea: Beyond the Pit Metea's reaction to the undead had been awfully muted. Forbidden magic... ...very amazing. "Have you seen these things before?" She'd ask Dain, but already, Metea was bending down by the stones. "Look- they definitely have some magic in them. From the spell that made it...