She also wondered what an Otty was but the question was already asked. She figures she will have to keep an eye out everywhere. "Lets just try and avoid the slimes"

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 52):

"The Otty's are part of the solid waste disposal system, but they get violent
 if they aren't fed on schedule.  We have two more gates to get through before you get
 to the temple district."
  With that the orc leads you down a leftward turning corridor to another gate, this
one with a set of spikes installed on the opposite side.

In reply to Karlow (msg # 53):

 "Just slow down enough to let me map this thing!"
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"KEep up Jocie! All you gotta do is write down the map..

Spikes on this one? For the ottys?" a grin spread across his face, she was so pretty when flustered and angry. A chuckle crossed his lips soon after.

In reply to Kebrel Hoart (msg # 55):

The orc shakes his head.
"Spikes are for slorn."

Sorsha looks at Karlow "What is a slorn?  There are so many things down here I have never hear of"

She looks at Jocelyn "Just get it right so we don't get lost"

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 57):

The mage glowers at the red haired shadow elf.

In reply to Jocelyn Lemru (msg # 58):

"Slorn are big lizards that spit."

"They sound like fun..." he said, a spark of eagerness about his voice. He'd ignored (or was totally unaware) of the exchange between the group's two companions but considered the spiked grate carefully. "Why the spikes? How does that stop them? Wouldn't a normal grate work just as well... " he considered.

In reply to Kebrel Hoart (msg # 60):

The condition of the corridor is a little different; while the vaulting is still
 arched steeply, and mostly intact, there are places where the decorative frieze of
 tiles at the base of the arch are knocked off, and there are uneven cracks int he flooring.  In a few places the ceiling tiles are missing between the ribs of the
arches, and there are signs of the area being unstable to anyone.

"Yes, wonderful. I love large lizards, especially for cooking and parts. " she looks at the map maker "Don't forget to put the spikes on the map in case we are running hell bent back this way"

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 62):
"Oh, I'd love to put some spikes back that way..."

In reply to Jocelyn Lemru (msg # 63):

"Don't worry, I got your back" she says grinning, knowing most people would not want a shadow elf at their back.

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 64):

Jocelyn carefully placesher quill onto her scribing desk and extends her hand,
 palm up...and looks to be about to blow a kiss....

[Private to Kebrel Hoart: uh oh, you've seen that gesture before... ]

"Jocelyn!" Kebrel shouted, there would be no fighting between his companions while they were tredging through a grimy and glorified sewer system - this wasn't the place nor was it the time and not while the mage answered to him.

His glare was angry and threatening, something that he often offered to displeasing subordinates.


should it be absolutely necessary:
All out Defence (+2): sacrificial shield block
03:23, Today: Kebrel Hoart rolled 10 using 3d6. shield +2 (15).

Sorsha just looks at Jocelyn with a smile, staring at her her hand slips into her cloak as she tenses.

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 67):

Joceyn smiles and picks up her quill.

Kebrel nodded at his sorceress and then looked at both the women, a glare spread across his face."No fighting..." he said.

"Who was fighting? I was just being helpful" she says as she continues on with her cousin. [Private to GM: She whispers to her cousin to be careful of Jocelyn, keep an eye on her]

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 70)

Mischa nods

In reply to Mischa (msg # 71):

"Eyes ahead, people, we need to keep alert...has anyone seen Mellarill?"
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Kebrel chuckled, unworried about the question "That elf girl does her own thing and is probably skulking around looking for people to put a knife in... hehe.

That one can look after herself alright..."
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In reply to Kebrel Hoart (msg # 73):

From further up the corridor, Mellarill comes running, then turns and holds an atrrow at
the ready.
"Well, now I know what the  mother fathering spikes are for!"

"You found something?"

In reply to Kebrel Hoart (msg # 75):

"I was checking a rough spot ahead, where the fracking wall was collapsed,
boulders and shite all over, and could see down this farging hole into some lower
tunnel, and this cork sucking bastidge climbs out. Get ready, its coming!"

From down the dark passageway, a loud scrabbling noise can be heard, getting louder.