Round 78

Merrin crouches in the shadows far below, her rogue's instincts screaming warnings even as she tracks the conversation above. The fall had left her bruised but mobile, no obvious injuries save for her pride after stumbling into this predicament. She checks her crossbow again—five bolts remaining—and curses under her breath. "C...

Seraphine turns to Varrika, her eyes wide with worry, as she adds, "We need a plan, a strategy. Let me prepare some counter-spells first." The air on the ledge grows thick with anticipation, the only sound the distant echo of the chasm's voice, "Who dares disturb the rest of the forgotten?" Jeane's hand tightens around her crossbow, her gaze locked on the shimmering portal.