Artifact Hunters

[Severedevil]

Tevrier

Tevrier blinks at the freakish pleasure-cavern, stunned and disturbed by its grotesque display. Shaking off the feeling, he quickly scans the room for threats. Finding none, Tevrier approaches the bed and swiftly checks his sprawled-out comrades for vital signs. Their healthy complexions suggest no serious injury, and the ranger is quite glad to leave the tasks of assisting and collecting partymembers to the others.

At the sounds of scratching, Tevrier strides swiftly to the door and begins shoving heavy dressers and cabinets against it, hoping to buy time with a makeshift barricade in case such is necessary. Fortunately, Mira seems to have matters under control.

Or perhaps not, as the ranger can clearly see they've appeared a fair distance from the intended location. "Fine, we can walk." he tells the planeswoman abruptly. "That way we don't appear lost and stupid in some dark hole."

Though irritable from the repeated teleportation and seeming invasion of outsiders into his once-logical existence, Karrous's condition resonates with him. Tevrier approaches and squats down beside the despondent elf. "Aye. Gross forces poison everything around us." Though he begins in a disaffected tone, his bitterness is quickly subsumed by a burning determination. "So we fight back. We carve out a space in this world where the corruptive influences of civilization, murder, and rape are cast out before they can..." the ranger hesitates on choice of phrase, worried his audience might not appreciate a scavenging metaphor, "...take root."