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Carthum One-Tusk: the second landing Carthum bowed his head for a moment, saying a prayer of gratitude to Suru, for surely he was instrumental in their victory. He glanced up as Metea went on. "I noticed," he replied. "You did well. Did you learn that from Otiroth? I had wondered where you...

Carthum One-Tusk: Second Landing Carthum's nose wrinkled at the acrid smoke- or maybe at Metea trying to butter him up. Well, as a half-orc, he had quite a keen nose... and as Metea's brother, he was putty in her hands whenever she started playing nice. He would still keep an eye on Otiroth...

Carthum One-Tusk: How could you Carthum gave a tusky grin back to Dain, nodding. "Though Suru is usually seen as a God, friend!" "And indeed, this was well done, though I believe those of us who are not fireproof should hang back until the torch is either out, or the oil is. And perhaps, when...

Carthum One-Tusk: The Stairwell Carthum kept his shield raised and they'd begin to pull back while the armor hesitated. The half-orc hoped that Annit had estimated the range of the trap well! If not, he was in for a world of hurt, but they were in for that either way. Once they were on the...

Carthum One-Tusk: Further down Carthum heard it as well, the thud of metal on flesh. He and other clerics had been trained on the battlefield as well as in the way of prayer; though this was far beyond anything he had faced, he had seen the paladins of Suru battle, and had heard such sounds...

Carthum One-Tusk: Further down There were many things that Carthum might be disappointed with Metea for, but her bolt of energy was not one of them. They had grown up under Suru's graces. They knew his power. Carthum had spoken prayers that had done strange things as well. He was near the...

Carthum One-Tusk: Further down Carthum watched the process, though his dark vision was not too much different than the humans', at the moment, with Otiroth's lights creating a bright glow. But the trap- what was it? There were a couple easy ways to find out. However, more movement approached...

Carthum One-Tusk: The First Expanse Eh. Otiroth came up with the plan, but naturally did not stick around for the physical labor side of things. Typical. He could not imagine what Metea saw in him. Carthum would let the others pick over the equipment in the storage room if they so desired- he...

Carthum One-Tusk: the first expanse The door looked fragile. They could likely kick it in. Carthum would head over, since no one else was, to take a look. If the door was not locked, he'd shoulder it open slightly, enough at least to look through the crack. But it seemed fragile enough that he...

Carthum One-Tusk: Descending down... down... down "Metea... are you sure you're up to this?" Carthum asked. His sister was... fragile. Otiroth looked as such as well, but he had his illegal magic to fall upon. Good for them, in this case. Perhaps it did not matter. Better she was down here...

Carthum One-Tusk: Fields Ari yovln Suru, impartia kalorus valenno daccetith. The words repeated in his head over and over again. Enticing. Mysterious. Maybe for one moment, the half-orc understood why his sister spent so much time creeping dark places; after all, what was shadow without light...

Carthum One-Tusk: Fields "Metea," the protest comes too late to do any good, and Carthum is left watching the parchment curl and ripple in her hands until it is no more. His next thoughts are his own, but one fate remains clear- whatever his sister does, he must protect her. Even if it is from...

Carthum One-Tusk: Fields Carthum had been oddly subdued- spending much time in his quarters, deep in prayer. He sought to understand things much deeper than failed intuition. The church had said nothing to him, and his prayers were quiet, though his room was bright. The opportunity to set out...

Carthum One-Tusk: Alleyways Carthum nearly winced. "The council would brand your tongue for speaking like that. All's well. Go home," he instructed his sister. He imagined his stay would be short. Metea would have a much harder time, and not just because of her tongue.

Carthum One-Tusk: Alleyways Carthum hung his head a bit, blood boiling at Otiroth. If the sorcerer was trying to help, well, he chose just the 'right' words to say it, didn't he? Luckily for Carthum, orcs did not really blush, no matter how much their blood boiled. He managed to look... almost...

Carthum One-Tusk: Alleyways Carthum was making good time, though Otiroth was faster than he had expected... It was probably best that Otiroth was quick! Carthum did not much care for how much time the perfume-peddler was spending around his sister... so if he tried anything untoward, it was...

Carthum One-Tusk: Streets of Kalair Suru, this would not go well when the elders heard of this! And unless the guard found something more entertaining to take his mind off of things, they would indeed hear of it... not too many orcish priests in the city... Pushing such paranoid thoughts...

Carthum One-Tusk: The Grove "Truly, you act in the light of Suru's graces!" Carthum extolled. He'd give chase to the guard in what seemed an act of solidarity, orcish muscles pumping to get him ahead of the guard. And then, well, he'd trip. Or at least, he'd try and trip, and make it look...

Carthum One-Tusk: The Grove Metea was not coming. Again! He had forgiven her before, when she had missed his ordaining ceremony. Said she had had something very important to do. And he had believed her. But again? Carthum grumbled something under his breath, taking another bite of goat meat. He...

Carthum One-Tusk- The Grove A friendly smile at the new arrival, and a nod of greeting. "Thank you, friend," he'd accept the jerky, pleased with a little bit of something to get the morning going. He'd rushed out the door without much thought to a morning meal, and a bit of meat hit the spot...