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Dayana throws the back of her hand over her mouth as Zalindra falls to the floor, flinching away from the beast. She glances to the still-standing members of the steadily-dwindling party, then back to the dog. She takes a steadying breath and attempts to weave a curse over it.
She then takes a step back.
"Just a bit..." Dayana says lowly, poking her head into the room after Zalindra.
It's been nice having you, Jathal! I hope your health gets better!
In a quiet voice, Dayana asks, "Can anyone listen for anything at that door?"
Hugs and kisses hoping you feel better soon, Jathal!
We still here, folks?
Dayana can cast Detect Magic on the items Zalindra looted.
Dayana reslings the longbow over her chest, hanging back and crossing her arms over her chest. "That was..." She sighs and shakes her head. "Horrible."
After taking a quick second to roll her aching shoulder, the changeling once more attempts to draw back the bowstring and successfully shoot at a target...
The arrow flies in Lord Rivenroar's direction.
I'm fine with the posting rate as well. @Morgrym: Feel better soon!
Eyes widening as Cecilia falls, Dayana gasps. She hurriedly nocks an arrow to the bowstring and draws it back...
Cursing colorfully, she takes a step away.
The changeling steps further into the room and tries this bow thing again...
If the situation were less dire, she would have pouted. As is, she settles for hissing and rolling her shoulder with a wince.
Arms aching terribly, Dayana takes aim for Green.
And doesn't even manage the draw the bowstring all the way back before grunting in pain and loosing.
Dayana weaves her way around her allies, readying her bow as she goes. Although getting the feeling that her unblunted arrows will do little against the skeletons, she also gets the feeling she has even less chance of hitting the other undead in the room with Celia providing cover.
... not that she even manages to hit the skeleton, though.
Dayana narrows her eyes at the elven skeleton and brings up her longbow to take aim...
But she misses.
The changeling makes her way into the room, darting around the corner past Aelion.
Dayana accepts the pepper shaker, smiling down at it before tucking it into her satchel. Beledia, still inside the bag, is not terribly amused and slithers around the small figurine.
"Let's see... an oil for temporarily enhancing one's weapon to function as magical...; a minor healing scroll...; not sure what that one is, but it's transmutation...; a scroll to enhance one's jumping capabilities..." She shrugs. "I'm sure we'll find a use for them." Finished speaking, Dayana's attention turns to staring silently but longingly at the piece of cat kitsch for just a brief moment before she snaps herself out of it and goes to join the group readying to move on.
Dayana will go ahead and cast detect magic on the items Zalindra has uncovered.
Dayana wordlessly looks to the bard bearing the wand at Jathal's inquiry.
Dayana flexes her jaw, then her fingers, as she eyes the remaining goblin. She adjusts her position, coming up in front of Cecilia before working on taking another shot with her longbow.
The bard's song seems to embolden her quite well, or at least enough to counteract her noodle-arms. "Encircle the damn thing so it doesn't escape!"
Dayana hisses with distaste as she watches Morgrym hit the ground and Cecilia unsuccessfully flail with her whip. The Changeling retrieves the longbow from her back, takes aim, and...
... misses wildly. Her noodle arms simply weren't meant for bows.
Dayana turns her baleful gaze to the hobgoblin.
Dayana blows a hard exhale through her nose. She carefully works her way to the mouth of the room and focuses a cold, hard glare onto the blue-capped goblin.
Dayana hums and nods, "The quicker we find the last of the prisoners, the quicker we can be out of this place. —And get them back to safety in Brindol, of course."
Dayana looks over the alchemist with a grimace, trailing after Zalindra like a shadow.
Dayana has never known an insect to care much about her hexes, and is still feeling rather boxed in in the confines of the thoroughly-filled hallway. And the others seem to have it well in-hand. She opts to avoid getting in the way.
"I doubt they'll explode and kill us all," Dayana offers to Cecilia. "But don't quote me on that." She flexes her fingers, eyeing the fray, but is too far from any centipedes to attack unless someone moves up. Nor can she really see most of the bugs.
Dayana nods, then recites what the runes read to the rest of the group: "Von Jallach, Magister Emeritus. So I suppose this is his tomb."
Dayana offers the rest of the group a small wave as their paths converge by the entrance. "Not dead, I see. That's good." She nods, appreciatively. A curiously appraising look is turned onto Zerriksa, but the elderly woman doesn't seem to have charmed or harmed the changeling's recently-obtained companions—in fact, they look haler than they did before... and so Dayana's attention turns to Cecilia at the head of the group. "I take it you are planning on delving further into the depths, judging by how intently everyone is checking out that door?"
As Dayana continues ushering the liberated prisoners to safety (no doubt a wearily slow process), she isn't sure whether the lack of screaming from her allies who chose to stay behind and investigate the woman in the circle should be comforting or not. She keeps her gaze fixed to the floor.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Dayana knows better than to argue with a determined dwarf, merely offering Ingra a weary look as the dwarf vows to stay behind and fight before helping usher the injured forth.
Dayana shrugs at Cecilia's assessment, "If you are certain, then. Let us be out of this evil place."
"If you want, I can try to identify what that woman is doing... if it is particularly dangerous. But I really do advise leaving if it doesn't need to be stopped."
"I'm not certain it would be wise to go on in this state with so many injuries, nor am I certain it would be wise to camp out inside this crypt. We may simply need to leave as soon as our injured are stable enough to move, and ensure the survivors we've already rescued make it back to Brindol. "Do we have any of the potions left?"
Chewing at her tongue, Dayana nocks another arrow to the longbow and strains to pull back the string.
The changeling narrowly avoids slicing her hand open on the string as she fumbles the arrow and the sinew snaps forward prematurely. Even still, she winces and takes a scant few seconds to inspect the (blissfully minor) nick on one of her fingertips. Despite her wretched luck with the attempt at using a weapon, she seems unwilling to close the distance that is preventing her from launching a barrage of hexes at the creature.
It's nice having electricity and internet, again...
"We need to get the one attacking Aelion and Zalindra down," Dayana utters, begrudingly reaching to pull her bow free. One of her dwindling supply of arrows is pulled free of her quiver, and she takes aim for the Red drake....
Dayana frowns.
As a little mass-post for the games I'm active in: As some of you may know, I live in Georgia and Hurricane Michael is inbound for us. Exciting! After the storms from Irma it took about 3~ days to get electricity and internet back, so if I don't check in after Wednesday assume I am without power and may be for a few days, and bot me freely so I don't hold things up. (and don't worry about me, I stocked up on delicious things like chocolate-peanut butter protein bars, fresh fruit, cookies, and cheese crackers, as well as a probably excessive amount of bottled water. And books. Remember folks: the more you prepare for a long-term power outage, the less likely it is to happen.)
Some would say that discretion is the finer point of valour, and Dayana would certainly agree with such a summation. Still, it seems as if everyone else is going down the pit, so the witch winces, takes a steadying breath, and grabs onto one of the ropes to help herself down.
She does, however, remain cautiously behind her allies.
In your defense... they both look exactly alike!
Dayana comes up behind Zalindra and fixes an ornery look on one of those nasty rats. Horrible pests...
Dayana nods over to Zalindra and casts Detect Magic to look over the assorted grave goods. Not that she seems terribly pleased about the looting going on at present.
Posting just to check in as still-here~ And yeah, that forum outage was something fierce.
"I agree with Jathal. Our mission here is to rescue the prisoners and escort them to safety, not loot a crypt or delve into ancient history."
"That... is an immense leap in logic. Can you not read the language? There is nothing about sacrifice in there."
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