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Otiroth: Into the crack With their attention drawn to the illusion- and there was no mistaking a stone 'skipping' across a supposedly empty expanse- that brought on new problems. "An illusory floor. Great," Otiroth mumbled. He'd pull out his spell component pouch and take out the packet of...

Otiroth: Down the Crack Otiroth grimaced as they came to a halt, peering over Jeovanna's shoulder to take in the etching. "I wonder if the crumbling rock erased a message that might have made more sense of those arrows," he suggested. "That being said... does anyone have a way to help with a...

Otiroth: Watch your step Otiroth would sneak a squeeze of Metea's hand. Then, perhaps, not let go. Jeovanna was already heading to the front- Otiroth would let Dain and Annit decide between them who would head alongside her, and who would guard the rear of the party. As for him and Metea- they...

Otiroth: Watch your step Otiroth nodded at Carthum's mention of salt. "It's already worth a lot in trade, even today. The cliffs are so steep, getting sea salt reliably is difficult. Perhaps, if we go that deep, we can grab some for our own personal use, or so that we actually have something we...

Otiroth: Watch your step "Well," Otiroth said with a wry smile as a bit of guano landed on his shoulder, "at least it is a potent spell component. I'll have no shortage after this." But any stray droppings could be prestidigitation'd away. Otiroth would use his dancing lights to cast dim...

Otiroth: Small discoveries Otiroth frowned. He had to admit, he didn't find Annit's explanation wholly satisfactory- but he did believe her. They were in the dark, literally and figuratively, down here, and she had told them all she could. He could accept that, so long as they all worked...

Otiroth: Small discoveries Their rest was bat-ridden and cold, but Otiroth slept decently enough regardless. He sensed the voice, the gemstone, in his dreams, and laid awake for a moment once the others began to stir, contemplating it. A feverish dream brought on by bat bites, or a whisper of...

Otiroth: A hatred of bats Otiroth blustered and harrumphed a bit; he clearly had been too distracted to notice anything Carthum had said. He didn't have the half-orc's thick skin, so those bites and nips hurt a bit more! "Next time," he grumbled, "we build the fire on the unexplored side!"...

Otiroth: 8 to hit, miss

Otiroth: A hatred of bats "Gyah! Get off!" Otiroth would manage to lob his next firebolt directly into the ceiling of the cavern, showing it once and for all who was boss. He was being bitten by bats. How could anyone blame him for flailing wildly OR missing? <Spellcasting: firebolt, miss>

Otiroth: A hatred of bats It was a rude awakening, and he'd just gotten to sleep, too... Otiroth would sit bolt upright with a "hrn? Mom?" But the situation presented itself immediately afterwards. Perhaps a bit too late to save his dignity, though. If Jeovanna was listening, which she pretty...

Otiroth: Hour One Otiroth and Metea sat shoulder-to-shoulder for much of their watch. It was certainly not possible to simply fall asleep in such company. Though really, Otiroth wondered if he would be able to sleep at all. He was exhausted, yes, but that was the least of their worries. As...

Otiroth: Dreams of a Long Slumber Otiroth took the offered gemstone, investigating it for a moment. Just a cursory glance would show the odd, mysterious beauty of these stones they looked to find... but more than that? It would take some study. They did not necessarily have the luxury of doing...

Otiroth: The Hunt Otiroth has arrived a moment too late to help in the battle; but then, the quivering chunks of flesh still bear some scorch marks. He grimaces at the sight, though more at Dain's injuries than anything. Even if the mound had shed some uncomfortable light on what might have...

Otiroth: Hunting and Gathering Otiroth might have lingered for awhile, but the shouting echoed down the cavern, and it did not sound especially good... "I'm heading in after them," Otiroth said, with considerably more bravado than he felt. Then again- the spell he had cast before- it had...

Otiroth: Hunting and Gathering Otiroth paced for a moment, feeling quite useless while Jeovanna and Dain dashed down the tunnel after the creature. While he would've preferred they all stuck together, he had no hold over the actions of the others, and they would do as they would. He hesitated...

Otiroth: The Lair As the creature begins its dash down the tunnel, Otiroth would cast one more firebolt after it- perhaps a bit high, as Dain jumped out to pursue it. Still, the strike would at least not hit his friend, even if it perhaps would not hit the creature at the same time. <Firebolt...

Otiroth: The Lair They were, indeed, becoming a bit cornered. The demons were approaching from all sides, and one small one threatened to back up its larger comrade, which would twist the odds quite in the little demon's favor. Otiroth pointed one finger at the newly-arrived demon, and a beam...

Otiroth: The Lair There are certain sounds that the human body becomes attuned to, for better or worse. Ones that brought any soul to attention. The sound of that teleportation has... become one of them. Otiroth's attention snapped towards the crackling sound, and he grimaced. Another...

Otiroth: The Lair Metea's spell was working fantastically. And the rest of the group, well, if they were not a well-oiled combat machine yet... they certainly had the workings to be as such! His dancer would, soon enough, fizzle out, and the gig would be up as far as that went- he did not...