"Luth? What's goin' on?"
"Dunno, your guess is as good as ours."
She’s relieved to see Tubby is well even after the wurm had a sandwich bigger than himself landed atop the little guy, before the ranger shrugs her shoulders slightly after closing the distance separating her from the hunter. There’s little time to catch up when a familiar blond researcher, currently supported by a Fixer, appears in their corridor—and with a whole entourage in tow too.
"Sven!?"
A part of her is surprised to see him all the way down here, but there’s little time to exchange words as their small party decides to join up with them. Finding a quick route to the next level becomes child’s play under his guidance, but any celebratory thoughts are quickly squashed when a rush of heat engulfed them all once the doors were finally opened.
"Uuugh!" Her hands raise instinctively to protect her face as the steam swirls around them, faint squeaks signaling that Tirsk is now awake as the small basilisk crawls out of her hiding place in the ranger’s vest.
"Too hot even for you, huh?"
"Ugh, the steam must be coming from somewhere around here."
"Fuck it. Spider-sense, go."
@Fiora is the first to step into the unwanted sauna that is the fourth level, closely followed by
@Lune, while the blaring sirens and flashing red lights only aid in making their personal hell even worse with their presence.
"Stay hidden, Tirsk…" Even the young creature is able to pick up the gravity of their circumstances, a soft croon escaping before it wiggles back into the ranger’s vest to hide on an inner pocket. A glance is given towards
@Ronja and
@Yugam, before the elf decides to follow the others and venture into the thick steam that clouds every inch of this place.
"Y yo pensaba que nada podía ser peor que peh-fucking-erre…" A quiet grumble escaped her lips even as the moonstone on her choker glows softly, the stone serving its purpose as it aids the ranger to channel her magic while she tries to shift the air within this place—though it does little to clear her vision or relieve her from the heat that only seems to strengthen with each passing moment.
"Carefu!—" The warning causes her to pause and look towards the source, the visual display as live wires connect with a solid source impossible to miss even through the thick and damp hell-fog that surrounds them all.
"Fio?!" She calls out, the concern evident in her voice, before Lune’s own feedback echoes through the mist.
"Nope, not here! Find it ASAP or we'll die here trying!"
A part of her is tempted to head in Fiora’s direction and make sure the greenette is alright, before the shifting critter within her vest causes Lúthien to bite her lower lip.
She’s probably fine… nothing’s taking her down, not while Ronja’s around. There’s no time to lose, not if they want to avoid ending like crawfish on a cajun boil, before the elf heads down a different direction away from the other two.
"W-Wait…!" It’s hard to tell from a distance, a gloved hand moving to wipe off the mixture of moisture and sweat that now clings to her face before the blonde presses further ahead.
"I found something—!" A large looking object slowly begins to take shape as she moves closer, an excited grin crossing her lips as she called out to the others, before her voice abruptly cuts off as she finally gets a clear view of it.
"... a fucking fridge?!"
It’s impossible to keep the exasperated tones away from her words, disappointment washing over her as the ranger stares at the offending machitech creation. A faint squeaking noise echoes in the air as the partly open door swings back and forth softly, causing Lúthien to frown before a hand reaches out to stop the noise.
"It’s not here!!!" She has half a mind to slam it shut in order to vent some of her frustration, before the familiar scent of pulled pork and melted cheese get caught in her nose.
Curiosity gets the best of ehr then and, with a grunt and a forceful tug, she’s able to pry the door open all the way before noticing the wrapped oblong shape resting inside. She reaches for it, confirming through touch what her nose already knows, before a quick movements in the air from her dominant hand cause the sub to safely disappear into her inventory.
❰ Player Sheet ❱
(BA) Rush
Double your total movement count this cycle.
Luthien | 1943C3
Main Action
2d6 (5 + 5) = 10
Luthien | Level-IV - Encounter D | 1943C
Main Action - Reroll
2d6 (6 + 6) = 12
Luthien | Level-IV - Encounter D | 1943C3 Re-roll
Asch’s Decree
(Encounter S4) Sandowichstan Retrieval: Tex-Mex Spicy Latina ❰ Retrieved ❱!
Tex-Mex Spicy Latina Sandwich - Slow-cooked pulled pork, tangy barbecue sauce, spicy jalapeños, crunchy coleslaw, and melted cheddar cheese, all piled high on a soft brioche bun.
Objective: 984 / 1250