Out of the Abyss IC

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Borthan Zuek Half-Drow Ranger AC: 16 HP: 13/29 PP: 14 PIv: 9 PIs: 14 Conditions: Concentrating on: As the first to start armoring himself, Borthan is the first to be done. Feeling the pains of his wounds, he still felt much better clad in iron and wielding the same. He snagged a few more daggers from the dead drow in case he was relegated to backline duty by further wounds. Descending the ladder, he was disgusted (but not shocked) to see the derro reveling in blood and gore. He was relieved, in a small way. He'd almost begun to buy that meticulous grooming and polite language. This just confirmed what he already knew- that creature was trouble. Taking a moment to make final sure his weapons were strapped and ready, he gave Buppido a lingering look of acknowledgement before turning to see the myconid budling trying to push Kronyn's corpse over the edge of the cliff. Smiling, he walked over. When Nilvae began making faces at him, he grinned. We'll get your damn pets back. And I can pull the same trick, if you need another guard. One of my many talents. But I can't do it often. Do you need another friendly face to pull this off? Then he scooted down on one knee, and added his muscle to the efforts of the mushroom. He had to admit he looked adorable in the makeshift armor wielding the haft of a hammer. But after seeing the way his spores ate away at the quaggoth, he knew better than to underestimate.Lemme help little guy. Here's hoping that if those other spiders come to, they'll enjoy our special friend here long enough for us to be long gone. He didn't revel in his kills like the insane derro, but it did feel good to push Kronyn's corpse off a cliff. When Faedryl declared her intent for the outpost, Borthan shrugged. Fine with me, but if this all goes to hell we make a run for the lift. And some of you strong guys, help carry more of this rope. If they're smart they'll cut the lift before we can take it, and if that happens there's only one way down.

Derendil Quaggoth Barbarian/Abjurer AC: 17 HP: 13/26 PP: 10 PIv: 12 PIs: 10 Conditions: Mage Armor (8 hrs), Arcane Ward (8hp/8hp) Concentrating on: Derendil cringed away from the display of the derro, closing his eyes and snarling under his breath. Such savagery was... well unbecoming to say the least and absolutely disgusting at worst. Then he remembered the blood that was rapidly drying into his fur and his revulsion only grew. To think that he could be reduced to this. Murdering, even if it was the hated dark elves, was never his preference. But there was no way he was going to get back to his lands and his father's throne without utilizing every tool at hand. And if that meant he had to claw his way back to the surface, so be it. Thankfully he still had his spells prepared, and his most important one required no components to use. He waited, watching anxiously, as the motely crew of prisoners began to unite towards a single purpose again.