The quartet stared at the little wooden door, various expressions on their faces as they considered it.  Beyond was the warren of mine tunnels that the savage orcs used to mine the ores that were made into cruel weapons and ugly but stout armor.  Destroying this place would seriously impair their ability to wage war on those around them, even opening them up to counter attacks as they couldn't replenish their supplies.  This would swing the war in favor of the loose alliance that withstood the brutes, even win it utterly.  And it was all just behind this little, plain looking door.<br/><br/>Tulira licked her lips, her mouth dry.  She was a bit on the tall side for a woman at 5'10" in height with an athletic build that came from the human side of her blood.  She was a half-elf; her slightly longer than normal and pointed ears sticking out of the stylish bob that her dark hair was in.  Her eyes were a dark blue in color and flecked with silver like the night sky, another pointer at her elven heritage.  Her skin was fair and smooth, no scar to be seen on her face and neck.  She was lovely in face and body; her features clean and pretty with tempting lips and her curves ample and pleasing.  Her chain mail armor enhanced them, making her look even more buxom than she was, and she wore a surcoat bearing the gauntlet of Torm on it.  Her left hand was at her neck, fingering the chain of the holy symbol that hung around her neck.  Her right gripped the hilt of the two handed sword slung over her shoulder, gloved fingers tapping in the only sign of nerves she showed.<br/><br/>This was her first mission.  And it was so important!  They<em>had</em>to succeed!  So much pressure!<strong>"Well,"</strong>she said,<strong>"here we are.  Is everyone ready?"</strong><br/><br/>Lilin's dark lips spread in a wicked, eager grin,<strong>"Oh, I'm ready, all right.  I can't wait to send these bastards to the Hells!"</strong>The sorcerer was a stunner; her features beautiful and elegant, her rose red skin flawless, her coal black hair glossy and smooth as it fell over her shoulders and down her back.  Her lips were black too and her eyes blazed like fiery coals.  She was clad in a long skirt that ended just above her ankles, shoes on beneath, and a bustier that supported her large, high, sumptuous breasts as well as exposing them tantalizingly.  She wore a short jacket over it but it did little to hide her.  Her spaded tail swished behind her as she spoke, showing her desire to visit revenge on the orcs and a pair of bone colored ram-like horns curled around the sides of her head.  A staff with an iron head that held a heavy orb was in her right hand.<strong>"It's going to be beautiful."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yes, but we must get to the goal before we can celebrate it."</strong>Sorine Evenhand was a young human woman, 19 years old, and of average height.  She was fit and toned but also had a pleasantly shaped frame, her curves a bit more modest than those of Tulira or Lilin.  Her hair was a honey blond and she wore it in a pony tail that fell to between her shoulder blades.  Her face had delicate features and large, emotive eyes of pale green.  She was clad in heavy chain mail and a tabard of Torm as well.  Her left hand held a round wooden shield painted with Torm's holy symbol and a heavy warhammer hung at her belt.  She looked worried,<strong>"Right now this all seems too easy..."</strong><br/><br/>Riku Rosewater nodded,<strong>"Yeah, I feel the same way.  There's just this backdoor that the orcs don't know about but we do?"</strong>She shook her head,<strong>"And it's a kobold run at that.  Which means it's probably trapped."</strong>The halfling girl was twenty years old and was tall for a halfling at 3'2" tall.  She was slender and petite but with almost startlingly large breasts and a perky ass, both looking larger than they were on her small frame.  Her hair was auburn and up in a pair of buns at the back of her head to keep it out of her way as she worked, though if freed, it would fall almost all the way to her ass.  She had an elfin look to her features and like Sorine had large eyes of green, her lips also plush and perfect for sucking cock.  She was clad in a leather catsuit that fit her figure snugly, reinforced in certain places, and the tools of her trade hung from her belt, save for the short bow across her back.<br/><br/>Tulira smiled a little at that.  Having Riku and Sorine along made her feel a lot more confident.  "We'll be careful then.  It's all right if this takes a while, we don't have a time limit.  All that matters is that we succeed."  She looked at the small rogue,<strong>"Riku, sneak ahead of us and keep your eyes out for any traps.  Disarm them as you find them."</strong>The little woman nodded and winked at her.<strong>"The rest of us will follow after you're about 70 feet ahead.  That way we won't give you away with our own noise."</strong>Hopefully.<strong>"Everyone, even once Riku passes, keep your eyes open for traps or trouble.  It's possible she might miss something."</strong><br/><br/>The rogue sniffed,<strong>"Oh, ye of little faith!  I've got this in the bag!"</strong>It was a smart move though.  Given her size and weight, even if she missed a trap, she might not trigger it.  She then grinned,<strong>"All right, here I go!"</strong><br/><br/>Sorine closed her eyes and reached out to lay a hand on the former thief's slender shoulder,<strong>"Torm is with us, and with you, Riku.  Be brave."<br/></strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Guidance</div><div class="spoiler_body">Guidance cantrip: Give an ally 1d4 which can be added to the roll of any ability check in the next 10 minutes</div></div><br/>Riku laid a hand on Sorine's and patted it before she moved forward.  The nimble and busty halfling examined the wooden door carefully and then opened it slow and easy.  She started to move in, her eyes sweeping for catches, tripwires, or any clues of danger and her ears straining to catch any hidden noises.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-07-03 05:59:14, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 13 + Guidance At 2019-07-03 06:00:01, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d4 Result: 3 = Total 17</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stealth</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-07-03 06:01:02, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 22</div></div><br/>If she sees or encounters any traps; uses Thieves' Tools to try and disarm:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Thieves' Tools</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-07-03 06:02:20, Armphid (uid: 65288) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 18</div></div>