[ Marcille scanned the cliff for some kind of path that might lead down along the sharp rocks. A carved set of footholds? A rope ladder? Anything?
It looked way too sheer for her to trust, and goddammit, Chilchack had the rope. ]
Ooh... fine! I'll do this my way!
[ She scraped a magical circle on the sandy soil with the end of her staff, chanting as she did so. With an exclamation, she brought the staff down in contact with the sigils, igniting an explosion at the top of the cliff some distance away from her. It exploded, sending up dust and bits of rock tumbling down the formerly sheer cliff face. She coughed, waiting for the dust to clear; her eyes watered slightly. ]
B: Dance
[ She didn't sign up for this! This was not in the plan! Some big, bulky guy made of meat was supposed to be the one taking the hits and drawing all the attention, not the elegant crafter of fine spells and -- ]
What the hell is up with this music?!
[ The familiar, suffocating chill of a viscous slime closing over her face, however, quickly cut the stream of complaints short. She could see through the inside of the slime, but she certainly couldn't breathe through it, making quick action vital. ]
Marcille | Dungeon Meshi
A: Shipwrecked
You've got to be kidding me...
[ Marcille scanned the cliff for some kind of path that might lead down along the sharp rocks. A carved set of footholds? A rope ladder? Anything?
It looked way too sheer for her to trust, and goddammit, Chilchack had the rope. ]
Ooh... fine! I'll do this my way!
[ She scraped a magical circle on the sandy soil with the end of her staff, chanting as she did so. With an exclamation, she brought the staff down in contact with the sigils, igniting an explosion at the top of the cliff some distance away from her. It exploded, sending up dust and bits of rock tumbling down the formerly sheer cliff face. She coughed, waiting for the dust to clear; her eyes watered slightly. ]
B: Dance
[ She didn't sign up for this! This was not in the plan! Some big, bulky guy made of meat was supposed to be the one taking the hits and drawing all the attention, not the elegant crafter of fine spells and -- ]
What the hell is up with this music?!
[ The familiar, suffocating chill of a viscous slime closing over her face, however, quickly cut the stream of complaints short. She could see through the inside of the slime, but she certainly couldn't breathe through it, making quick action vital. ]