~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Inside<b><i>Mirnea's Cobblestoned Chamber</i></b><br/><br/>Mirnea held her breath... trying to create more pressure inside than what was being felt on the outside. The intent? To keep her lungs from collapsing while she did the impossible. With her arms pinned there was no hope of casting one of her natural spells that required movement, her voice and a bit of blood. Those scales on the other hand looked like they might just sheer some of her skin if she pressed against them hard enough. Which is exactly what she began doing, all the while she channeling her inner meta-magic in her blood to shed the need to move and to use her voice to complete her spell. If she super lucky, the scale or those daggers she held just might cut one of her "scarred" spells already prepared. If not, she had her one spell building and bubbling in her blood right now, ready to burst forth as the scale or dagger would tear through her flesh. Her eyes turned from amber to red as she began to feel herself red out from the blood being forced into her head. This would be<b><i>glorious.</i></b><br/><br/>(So depending on the DM's call here, two choices: Choice 1: Greater Spell Penetration Meta Magic Silent/Still Touch of Idiocy spell (no save, only SR check), the blood letting randomly on her skin taking care of the material component. Level 4 spell slot available for this. Choice 2: the scale or dagger slices open one of her scarred scrolls, preferably, Touch of Idiocy or Polymorph)<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>In<b><i>Inyrra's &amp; Allura's chamber</i></b><br/><br/>Allura now paced from side to side as her gaze began to focus on the fiend, she for the most part had defeated it's attempts to harm them but not defeated the fiend itself. She felt her powers well up inside her and she took on a new sense of confidence as she seethed, holding on to her holy symbols in thought and pondering as she walked from side to side of the room, very much in almost mocking motion of the very fiend she was seething at. "<span style="color: purple">For the better part of the day.... more than 12 hours at this point. We have time. but...</span>" She looked back to Inyrra and for the first time Inyrra found lust on her face.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>