Merreck looks nervously up at the rift forming above them. "So, can we run now?"
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"Yeah yeah. Just doing my part to stop time from falling apart and all. I accept coin or credit."
Merreck sighs dashes over to Beren. "Why can't they keep themselves in one piece?" he mutters, clutching the symbol of the Traveler on his scimitar. "Come one Beren. Get your ass off the ground, cuz mine needs saving."
Merreck takes a deep breath and calls upon the Traveler's luck once more, granting it to his companions.
Merreck throws another small glowing stone at the dragon, but it misses by a wide margin.
Again, Merreck throws one of his magical rocks at the dragon and again it goes clattering down to the stones far below.
Merreck shouts "Hey! Scaly!" and throws one of his magic rocks at it.
Merreck pulls a handful of pebbles from a pocket in his coat an murmurs a few words over them, causing them to briefly glow bright white.
Merreck sighs and scurries over to Sari's body while trying to avoid the dragon's attention. He passes a hand over the worst of her wounds, channeling a little of his patron's power to seal the wounds.
Laying on the stone floor and wincing with pain, I mutter "I am staying low." and start to crawl away from the dragon and the edge, muttering something to myself.
I let my crossbow fall back on its strap and slap against my leg as I run over to heal Ruuz. Again. "Try to make it last this time! I can't keep putting you back together forever." I say as I invoke the Traveler's blessing upon him.
Seeing Jyra fall I begin to dash up the stairs as fast as my short legs will carry me "Dammit! I'm hurrying as fast as I can." I pant, scrambling up the tall stairs, muttering something about freakishly long legs.
I sigh as Brick leaps from the pillar at the tentacled horror "And I don't think I can heal that one either."
I fire a bolt at the mindflayer. Despite the Traveler's luck the poorly aimed bolt flies wide, arcing down onto the stone floor.
Mind Flayer 15
Seeing that Jyra is occupied with Beren and Sari I go to Ruuz and try to drag him a few feet further away from the fight before invoking the Traveler's blessing to heal the wounded changeling. As he returns to conciousness I lean over him and, grinning, say "Next time, find a girl who's whip isn't flaming." as I do what little I can to help him to his feet.
When Jyra charges and strikes Ruz with her whip I sigh and aim my crossbow at her, muttering "First a squid-headed Khyber spawn, then a dragon, and now an evil, insane whore-lady with a fire whip and magical tatoos. I should've stayed in Sharn."
I fire my crossbow at the mind-flayer, cursing as my crossbow bolts goes wide of it's mark.
I pull a small vial full of swirling silver liquid from a pouch at my belt and pop the stopper off. I drain it in a gulp and a suit of elaborate armor briefly solidizes about me before fading from view.
I draw my crossbow and load it while reciting a short prayer for luck.
Noticing that Valessa is gone look around, trying to see if she's showed up anywhere else and at the same time trying to figure out what happened. "Looks like this has gone south already." I mutter to myself.
I smile slightly as I realize the number of steps "13 slave steps to each giant step; 13 giant steps." I say "Isn't it fascinating how the number 13 seems to show up everywhere in our world. More commonly, is the number 13 with one lost. There were 13 dragonmarked houses but the Vol line died and now there are twelve. There were 13 moons but one vanished and now there are twelve. Isn't it a fascinating pattern? It...oh dear.", my dissertation on numerical patterns interupted when I notice Jyra, standing half-naked before a hideous creature on the podium.
I look around as we enter the place "Wow." is all I can say. It's a lot bigger than anything in my experience. "Maybe an ampitheater of some kind?" I suggest.
"Uh, yeah. May they do the same for you."
I nod, saying "Yes, you'll be able to send short whispered replies as long as we're both still in range. I think we're ready. May Fortune favor us."
"Right, that's why you should go with one group, so you can make them better when things go wrong." I say, looking at you curiously. "Is there something he can do that he's not telling us?" I wonder, growing more curious about our mechanical companion and his past.
I look at Brick and say "You can't go with both groups because you can't be in two places at once." with a chuckle I add "Unless of course you've suddenly become an incredibly powerful mage or a demi-god that is."
I nod and say "Alright, since we're splitting up Brick should be with one group and I with the other, that way both groups will have a healer for when things go south. Also, I have a spell that could prove useful. It allows the caster to send a whispered message across a distance of about a hundred feet. The only problem is that it can't go through stone, although it can go through the corridors as long as the path it takes is less than a hundred feet. Just thought I'd inform you of that. Also, what are we doing with the prof and his 'student'?"
I give an odd smile to Beren and quitely comment "Be careful. Hate can lead to some...very dark places if left unchecked." with a far away look in my eyes, as if remembering some long past event.
I look thoughtful an murmur "Hmm. The Dragon-marked often wear rings with dragon-shards, although they're usually Eberron shards. Khyber is usually used to emphasize control and command." to no one in particular.
I step back, looking around the room and mutter "Why do the let this man lead expeditions?" just loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room.
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