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"He ain't paying; I'm just doing this to impress that pretty sister of his," Délia says completely deadpan.
Délia doesn't even bother hiding with her big noisy armour, and settles to standing with Boris and the sorcerer while looking bored.
"Well then, let's do it the cowardly non-stabbing way," Délia huffs. "I'll just let my No- Shelyn-given talent at stabbing things rust into nothingness and focus on looking scary so the gobhoblings don't double-cross us. Like a walking racial stereotype."
"So... Charge in and stab them all? Sounds simple enough. Unless you want to do it the boring way, that is."
That sounded oddly poetic, even though I'm not 100% sure what it means...
Délia mutters something to herserself about Norgorber being way cool, then splits into two identical Délias that both stab at the grindylow nearest to her!
"All right, fellas! Here's a bottle of liquid healing for everyone; if you get hurt, drink that and don't come to cry for a cure spell. Because I don't have any to spare."
One warpriest reporting in! :D Using this old alias I had lying around since it's an half-orc.
"Phew... Thanks, Elaina" Délia gratefully thanks her rescuer.
"Let's hope that we can open this one without any silly lever games." She walks at the door and tries to pull it open.
Sorry, I'll try not to die anymore. :(
"Ed, you're kind of in the way." Délia stands on her toes and tries to catch a glimpse from above Ed's shoulder, but to no avail. "I think it would be the best if I go first. I'll at least be able to see if there's something to run away from." She squeezes past Ed and Elaina and starts walking slowly and carefully into the room or hallway that is past the recently-opened door, mace in hand.
"Solved it!" Délia shouts thriumphantly, then looks at the better armored and armed members of the group. "After you, gentlemen."
"Let's try them again, but at the same time now. Somebody pull those other levers in three... two... one..."
Wait! Maybe the door is somehow connected to the switches! Délia runs to pull down both of the switches, taking care not to step on any traps.
Délia follows on Elaina's footsteps, having deduced that near the young fighter was the safest place to be in the gloomy crypt. "Does "Have Ed tigger it" count as disarming?"
"You're boring. I hope that it reveals us a hidden chest full of money and booze."
"All right, no skeletons. What about zombies?"
Délia does appreciate being cautious, but she thinks Sevrin might overdo it a little. "Come on, Sevrin, if there are more killer skeletons, Elaina and Edvard can bash them. And if they still move after that, we run away. Or have them bashed again. Sounds good?"
Délia arrives a little late to the scene, as it had took her some time supressing her better judgement enough to rush blindly deeper into a probably undead-filled crypt. Somehow, she is not surprised at all when she sees that Ed is in a pit playing with pillows. Though, those pillows do look fluffy. "Ed, I know that you are having fun, but I think we should go check out that scream we heard first." She takes a fine silk rope from her backpack and throws it down the pit for Ed.
"Do you really think so?" Délia says. She starts slowly rising up, and her expression turns into a more confindent one. "Damn right!" She exclaims. "I'm not letting some oversized butterfly bully me into giving up! Next time I'm in town, I'll seek those urgathoans and ask if I can join! Happy now, eh? Bet that they throw better parties than your followers!" After venting her frustration towards the likely innocent Desna for a while, she looks towards the way to deeper to the crypt, then her companions. "Should we continue forward, or rest for a while? I don't think that these skeletons will be rising anymore, but you never know."
The last skeleton had fallen, but Délia did not feel thriumphant. Quietly, she walked to one of the corners of the room (one without old bones) and slumps down on the floor. "You guys can go retrieve that flame. I would just slow you down by being useless..."
Though Délia had sweared to blast the offending skeleton with a well-placed healing spell, being almost downed changed her plans sightly. Now reinvigorated by the spell, she sends her mace again towards the annoyingly persistent undead.
At least Délia does not have a deity to shame. Though if this keeps on, she might take on worshiping Urgathoa. :P
Délia had slowly started to become annoyed with her unability to hit anything. Even the permanent grin of the skeleton's fleshless face seemed to mock her. She has had enough.
"I'll take care of the one with the bow, you handle the rest!" She rushes to the bony archer to make it unable to skewer herself or her companions with it's arrows. "Eat steel!"
"Use a blunt weapon if you have one! These guys don't mind getting cut! With her mace in her hand, Délia takes another sidestep and swings her mace towards the skeletal warrior.
"Hey, look, a painting of Kassen!" Délia exclaims upon the work of art, then wonders about the lack of enthusiasm from the others before noticing that they were occupied by more pressing matters. Namely, undead.
She considers reaching for her bow first, but noticing that Elaina had already started charging towards the skeletons, she instead draws her mace and starts slowly appoarching the skeletons, maneuvering herself to a better position to strike.
Délia takes a quick step back as she notices Elaina and Nedyr reaching for their weapons. "Whoa! Calm down! Don't you understand a joke? Or have you just always wanted to stab me?"
A mischievous thought arises in Délia's mind as she sees Sevrin cast a spell. "Careful with that light, Sevrin," she says. "I have heard stories about the spirits inhabiting crypts being angered by bright lights. Sometimes they have even possessed nearby persons or animals and battered the offender to death." After a small pause she winks at the others and laughs. "But those are but old stories and superstitions. It's not like there are any real gho-" She stops abruptly and then, using a curious vocal technique learnt from a travelling perfomer about a year ago, lowers her voice to a guttural, inhuman-sounding growl.
Délia enters the crypt, and starts looking around for anything relatively interesting, lethal, expensive, magical, or any combination of these. With her darkvision, she does not need any additional light. "So, are we going to camp here for a while? Or will we just keep going? I'm not that badly hurt, I could probably fix it with a spell... But then again, I don't have the endurance to cast more than a few of those a day..."
Finally! No more mud and rain and cold, just... dead horses? Délia carefully wipes some mud off the nearest sausage-ready horse and examines it for possible causes of demise. Did someone, or perhaps something slay them. Or were they abandoned here and died from thirst or hunger or cold? She can't help but grimace at the thought. What most puzzles her however is whose horses these lumps were. The tomb of Ekat Kassen is, as far as she knows, rarely visited apart from the yearly excursion by the "heroes".
Délia follows the others whistling. "You know, we could make camp inside of the tomb. No rain or wind, but extra creepiness."
"You mean the part where all of you were entangled in thorn bushes and I had to use my razor-sharp wit to get you out of there?"
"I'm fine..." Comes the response from a particularly thorny bush.
"Hey, if it worked once, why would it not work again?" After a brief pause, Délia starts sliding down again.
The steep and dangerously slippery hill would scream "broken bones" to any moderately reasonable person. For Délia, though, the hill screamt "fun". She takes a few steps back, then sprints forward and jumps on the mud-soaked slope, the intention being to gracefully slide down to the base...
"Do what you wish, I'm not going to touch that corpse anymore."
Délia happily stores both the coin and the sword. "Shall we continue our travels? I think our new friend wishes some privacy."
Délia leans forward to see the corpse better. Probably some non-illusionary bandit who had a terrible luck. "Does he have anything valuable with him?"
"Ed, next time you jump up to battle delusional adversaries, could you please avoid stepping on me?" Having been awoken, Délia prepares herself to continue the journey, though she is still a bit groggy. "Yeah, I'm ready."
The grisly sight of the bisected wolf makes Délia feel dizzy for a moment. Sure, she lived in a rugged, down-to-earth village with rugged, down-to-earth people, but had always avoided the messy jobs for the best of her ability, and looks away when Nedyr slits the other beast's throat. "Pretty harsh for someone who follows the god of hunting to kill someone... For hunting." After saying that, she absolutely can't help but correct his companion's terminology. "Now now, he can not be a wizard. Wizards use books with all those spells written down there. Besides, you have to be smart to be a wizard. And smart people don't get bitten by wolves. She shows a "just kidding" smile at Sevrin, then reaches out for him and mutters something in a low voice.
"Oops." Feeling the weapon slip out of her grasp, Délia feels a little worried for a moment. When Elaina offers her a spare dagger, she quickly accepts the offer, continuing on the offence as fast as she can.
The dice roller hates us. Seriously.
"That did it! You'd had better ran when you still had the change!" Délia takes her mace, steps next to the nearest wolf, which happened to be the one attacking Sevrin this time, and brings her weapon down towards the poor beast's head.
"Annoyed" would be a quite good word to describe Délia when woken up at the middle of the night. "What is it now?" She grumbles at Sevrin before noticing the cause of all the hassle. She stands up, bares her teeth at the wolves and shouts: "Damn piles of flea-plauged fur! Get off my camp before I get angry!"
Délia hangs a little back, letting Nedyr set up the camp. After all, he has always been more of an outdoors person than she is. "I don't think we are all going to fit in that tent... Somebody will have to sleep on the ground."
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