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Alma flinches as the snow explodes against the cavern wall. The ground trembles from the impact of the male yeti and the pained cries of the others fill the air. The cavern is absolute chaos. Amidst it all, she sees Jack go down. Not hurt, but still seemingly unconscious. Her head whips towards...

Sorry for the delayed response. Thanks for clarifying. Sorry, should have caught that when I was initially looking through the hb. Reading up on some of the other thoughts proposed, I personally think the 2nd option, the 1d20 and 1d12 being separate rolls, might be easier to distinguish. Though...

Alma grunts in frustration, leaning out from her hiding place to get a better vantage point. There are mixed signals from the group. But ultimately, she knows they want this thing away from them. She channels another spell, the pungent stink of sulfur beginning to fill the cavern. She hopes the...

Alma quickly follows their lead. She keeps an eye on Perilou, making sure the halfling can scurry into a hiding place as well. Zeth's fumble catches her attention, making her hesitate. She gestures silently for him to follow as she finds a space between some rocks. Tucking herself down into the...

''Agreed. If one is dead and the other is meant to head elsewhere there's no reason to stay,'' Alma says. With the halfling secured, she moves quietly along with the rest of the group, back towards the bridge.

If it seems the small yeti has fallen asleep, come towards us quietly. We're up on the ledge here. If you can get close enough, we may be able to reach you, Alma relays. Do you know where the others in your party are? We were told there were three of you aside from Garret.

Alma freezes. She gestures to whoever is closest, pointing at her ear. No. This is Alma Ostergaard. I am here with a group tasked by your guide, Garret, to retrieve you. If you are Perilou Fishfinger. If not, please disregard this. She looks to the others, her voice barely over a whisper...

Alma follows along, staying close to the front. She lets Lumrolur know they are closing in before cutting the connection. Instead turning her efforts to scanning the perimeter for the halfling. She can't see where the halfling is, or if she's moving. So as they inch closer, she keeps putting out...

''In either case, to reach the halfling, I will need to be within thirty feet of her. I'll need to get closer than Lumrolur is.'' Alma pauses, watching as the shadowy magic floods the space around them. ''Oh, this will help. Should we move closer together as a group, then?''

''Not against a creature like that. If it were humanoid yes, but,'' Alma shakes her head. ''Lumrolur is correct. We only know the location of one prisoner at the moment. If I can get closer, within 30 feet of the area or so, I could use a spell to sense the location of the others. Or I can push...

I see. We are entering the cave now. Remain in contact. Alma looks to the others. ''Correction, no one is being eaten yet, to my knowledge. Lumrolur is investigating, but suggested the parent yetis might be keeping someone as a pet. I'm unsure if this is a social dynamic they possess.'' Her...

Another pause. An intrusive thought? Or something else? Don't go too far without us. It'll make it difficult to reach you if you're in danger. Do you--excuse me, are you saying that you can see a prisoner being eaten? ''He says there's someone on the left side, possibly trying to communicate...

Alma's brows furrow. She looks confused for a moment. Makes a mental note to look out for that second voice in their next exchange. ''I'm in contact with Lumrolur,'' she reports to the others, staying right on their heels. ''He's scouting deeper in. He says there's a stone bridge to the right...

"Unfortunately, protection magic isn't my specialty. Likewise, I find communication unlikely. Yeti have their own language and it's unlikely any of us speak it. Unless Aric can manage it. Even then, they are known to be quite aggressive." Alma watches Lumrolur disappear into the depths of the...

''The longer we sit here and discuss it, the less likely they are to be alive. I am still surprised that you were. If we are going to find them, we must go,'' Alma insists. ''Return down the mountain, as Jack said. You will only make it more difficult for us to succeed from here.'' After a beat...

Almas lips press in a tight line. She looks to the others. Practicality would say they should turn back here. Their charge is acquired. They won't risk as much descending with only him. But she knows people can be sentimental. She isn't sure what would be the acceptable answer. "The shelf is...

Alma rubs her forehead, pushing hair out of her face as she follows Garret's line of sight to the ice shelf in the distance. Her eyes narrow, trying to mentally calculate the distance. "How long ago was the attack? How long have you been separated from them?" (survival check to try and gauge...

Alma flinches as the arcane energy bounces back. The voices threaten to overwhelm her. Ones she recognizes, ones she's forgotten. She claps her hands over her ears, hunching into herself and gritting her teeth. Her brain goes fuzzy for a moment. Disorients. Shakes her very sense of self. But...

Alma hardly has time to react as the cats descend upon them. In a flurry of movement that's hard to follow between the dark and the storm, the others fight off two of the crag cats. She doesn't notice the third, however, until she looks back towards Garrett and sees the predator, fresh into the...

Alma's brows furrow in confusion at Jack's praise. Unsure if this is an attempt to poke fun at her or if it's sincere. Maybe she's better at socializing than she thought... Continuing up the side of the Cairn, Alma comes to a stop at the sound of Boy barking. She moves with the group, inching...