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Otiroth: The Second Landing "To beginnings," Otiroth agreed, voice firm. They had too much to do to die here. Besides, he knew of some farmers that might need some help. Hard to say if the oils to drive off normal pests would work on what they had experienced. No doubt, they were all getting...

Otiroth: The Second Landing Perhaps Otiroth read a bit too much into Carthum's comment, but framed as it was by earlier accusations, it was kind of hard to just let go. He held up both hands. "I'll stop you there, priest. For my honor! I do not 'sneak', and certainly not with a lady. My Order...

Otiroth: The Second Landing Otiroth had a bit of perfumed cloth to cover his mouth and nose, keep out the acrid smoke, because the alternative was just unacceptable. Magic fire burned clean. This was just uncivilized. Once they'd gotten past that gauntlet, they'd find a relatively safe place...

Otiroth: Further down Otiroth continued to use prestidigitation to clear what steps he could- minimizing the fire was better than nothing. Metea strolled up behind him. He was quite aware of that as well, though would keep on working, as was their 'game'. Although she forgot- or maybe not-...

Otiroth: Further Down "Let it burn itself," Otiroth said dismissively. At least, if he attacked it now, he'd light the oil on fire for it, even if he missed. There was enough air down here to let it burn itself out, but even so. The torch was too far for him to snuff, but he could at least try...

Otiroth: The Stairwell "Will hitting the trap with a spell bolt set it off?" Otiroth asked Annit quickly. He did not much like the idea of the woman being too close to it- or the armor- when it went off. So far he'd had little luck in hitting the armor, but it seemed he was not alone. He'd...

Otiroth: Further Down A grimace. It was a mess down there. "We should head back up! To the room," Otiroth suggested, as if Carthum had not suggested something similar himself. But it was a ways to go- they could possibly outrun the creature, but would their companions down close to it consider...

Otiroth: Further Down "Indeed! Sorcery!" Otiroth agreed. "But don't fret woman, for we have some of our own!" He cast a brief look at Metea, then. Questioning her. Challenging her. Well, he would very much like to study this armor once they destroyed it! They'd already called on it to back...

Otiroth: Further down From his position in the rear of the group, Otiroth couldn't see too much. He'd sent his dancing lights as far as they'd go- though hopefully without alerting anything too deep- but while they'd given a head's up on some of the tunnel, there was so much of it that they...

Otiroth: The First Expanse A rusty sword and some mining equipment? Well, at least the sword wasn't broken asunder, clutched by the bony hands of its last wielder... though it did seem to have gotten some good use. "So there were creatures down here when the mine was young, I reckon," the...

Otiroth: the first expanse Otiroth joined the others on the first landing. There was a bit more room to walk around here, and Otiroth would agree with Dain; the door was practically begging to be investigated. It was hanging off of its hinges at this point, and might even serve a double...

Otiroth: Descending down Otiroth's mind was awhirl with possibilities. His studies had shown him spells and magic that required the consumption of gems to work. Crushed rubies, blazing sapphires, even diamonds! So the potential here was truly amazing. But he was no exciteable boy. He would be...

Otiroth: Fields The feeling is akin to grasping a hot coal. Grasping birthright. It is invigorating- enough so to leave the frail body returned to feeling more than ever as such. The feeling of fragility passed quickly, but the ecstasy of flight and fire lingered on. Truth. Otiroth gave the...

Otiroth: Fields "My mother taught me never to sign my name to an agreement to commit a crime," Otiroth smirked. But, well, he was intrigued, or perhaps emboldened by Metea's action. Intrigued, and more than a bit miffed. The man spoke out of turn, but, well, perhaps they should see just how...

Otiroth: Alleyways Otiroth took a step back at the guard's dismissal, but did not outright leave. He was waiting for Metea, and seemed quite worried actually when she started talking back to the guard like that. Not a good idea, really! But Carthum had made his own bed- let him lie in it...

Otiroth: Alleyways "Obstruction? I have no idea what's happening!" Otiroth protested, and if his protest sounded like an irritated upper-class twit, well, perhaps it was only a reflection of who was saying it. He'd look between the lot gathered there, and found himself no closer to guessing...

Otiroth: Streets of Kalair, approaching the alleyways "For Paga's sake, Tusk! Do you think you're a damn centaur?" Otiroth had barely even skidded to a halt before the half-orc went barreling past him once more. He would follow, because... well, kind of because Metea had told him to, the tail...

Otiroth: Exotic wares The sorcerer would tell the two about his shop a bit more- it was further in town, far enough to avoid most of the chaos of the festival. Otiroth shrugged. "I am sure something can be worked out. My master is quite free with worthwhile remedies, it's the perfumes and...

Otiroth: Exotic Wares "I am deeply sorry to hear of such sorrows," Otiroth said, and truly, he meant it. "And we may not know what those creatures are, but I could still offer a poultice that could offend the noses of those dogs and keep them away from livestock," he offered. Indeed, traveling...

Otiroth: Exotic Wares This was going well! At least, it seemed to be. "Those don't sound like any creatures I've heard of," Otiroth admitted, though he'd rack his memory. "But, they're going after people too? What do the guards say?" Or, more importantly, what did the farmer think they were...