Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

Scrag feels...odd. His left eyebrow raised up slowly, followed by his right eyebrow. Then both brows furrowed together as his face became a part-scowl and part-bewilderment. "Scrag not happy."
 

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"No. I feel quite fine, we killed that ogre in a blink, not getting much hurt in the proces." the mercenary states, and turns back to Rose. "So... Do you still want me to lift you?"
 


Intially surprised and slightly disgusted, Rosalia let a crystalline laughter fill the room before putting her hand her mouth herself very quickly. She then says: "Sorry.. this suprised me.. Scrag, thanks but no need..

As the troll drops her, she then replies to Tuk: "No need as you can see.. keep your hands where they are on that chain of yours.. and please clean it, the blood and bowels of the ogre don't look too good.."
 


"Scrag seems happy with the stains of victory. I am too, no reason to erase the marks of a well earned victory. Besides, Jacobee has already brunt these, so I think they are not contagious." the mercenary replies.
 

Rosalia simply shrugs at Tuk and ignores him as she stroke her hair back. She then addresses the group: "Sooo, what are we doing? Is everyone alright and ready to go further?"
 

John hurridly pulls his sleeve down and walks over to Jakobee.

"where do you need light, warlock? I will shine it where you need it so yoou can keep your hands free for climbing."

"We'll see if that is good enough when we get there. Let's go. Lead on cleric and show us what you found before our guts turn to black goo."
 

OOC: Is it the holidays, or is there some indecision paralyzation going on? Should I move us into the next area? If I need to do something and I just don't seem to be getting it, please let me know. :confused:
 

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