<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGEMUXm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Temudaria Atanai<br/><strong>Race / Class:</strong>Human Ranger / Unchained Monk,<strong>HP:</strong>15,<strong>AC:</strong>21, MW Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616222) and Forum Sheet. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289327.msg14212035#msg14212035)<br/><em>Renown archer, rider and lover. Good with her hands, in all senses of the word~~</em><br/><strong>Post Number:</strong>6<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Temudaria halted Dorghar a short way away from the group - still within sight of them, of course, and nowhere near the No Mans Land of the tower, or at least not so close as to risk anything overly dangerous jumping out and trying to eat her - and took a moment to catch her breath. Well...it wasn't her breath that she was catching, really, but it was as good a way as any to express what precisely she was doing. She needed to get her head on straight, damnit, and focus on the matter at hand. Yes, Cass had looked at her in that...<em>way</em>of hers, and yes, it had hurt. So what? An adventure was not the time to get her goddamn feefees hurt, and clinging onto the sting of it would only risk getting them all killed if she got distracted at an inopportune moment. She didn't have to get over it - only a few stiff drinks and a couple of stiff<em>other</em>things might serve to temporarily scrub the image of that contemptuous scowl from her brain - but she did have to set it to one side for the time being. Compartmentalisation. She was good at that.<br/><br/>She just had to put her hurt in a little box, lock it up tight and store it away in the back of her cupboard where it wouldn't hurt anybody. She took a moment, eyes closed, inhaling slowly and visualising herself doing just that...before nodding to herself, satisfied. The sting was still there...but it was manageable. Far away. Forgotten. Right. She turned Dorghar around once more - who looked very annoyed to constantly be being pulled this way and that - and trotted her way back over towards Mouse and the rest of the ever growing party. She spotted a few new faces - familiar ones, at that, and she offered a friendly smile and a wave as she approached - but focused on the matter at hand. There would be enough time for pleasantries later, when they were all much, much richer. She hummed softly. It was a difficult one, attacking a heavily fortified location that knew you were coming, but...it was not impossible, and Goblins were not known for constructing complex mechanical traps and defences.<br/><br/>Rather, they would use what was already there...which gave them an advantage, since they rarely understood the mechanisms they were employing.<strong>"Well,"</strong>she said slowly,<strong>"I think 't's pretty obvious. There's a lotta us here, so w' split int' two groups'a roughly equal size-"</strong>She counted...11? 12 of them there, including herself?<strong>"'n we approach from both sides. Those'a us who can' climb, or have mounts-"</strong>She patted Dorghars neck,<strong>"- approach from th' west, huggin' th' cliff as much as possible t' disguise our ascent. Th' rest'a us go from th' North, hit 'em from two sides 'n hopefully stop 'em from foc'sin' on all'a us 't once."</strong>She looked around the group, though she avoided looking at Cass. She couldn't bear to see that same expression of disgust on her face again. Her eyes flickered past her without slowing to see how she was looking.<strong>"How's that sound?"</strong>It wasn't the most...meticulous of plans, but it was a start. Right?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TL;DR</div><div class="spoiler_body">1) Tem takes a breather and collects herself<br/>2) Tem moves back to the group in time to hear the problem<br/>3) Tem suggests splitting into two groups, one climbing to the north and one using the hairpins to disguise their advance as much as possible</div></div>