<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BNiFDzR.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Maya (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585293#msg13585293)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Mei, Chains, Sparrow, Anahita, Alexander<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Same as picture<br/><hr/><br/>It aspired some confidence that the party was willing to just move on. As their thief claimed, they were moving into the lion's den. However, if they wanted to advance, it was the kind of risks they had to take. Poking around looking for safe routes for everything would likely work for a while. Chances were they'd end up running out of rations before making it to the second layer if they only looked for safe routes though. Going back wasn't an option with the threat of the harpies still looming. The run had been draining, if they got caught out in the open, chances were they wouldn't get as lucky.<br/><br/>Despite the thief pulling her own weight and taking the lead to scout for traps, it didn't make Maya feel confident about her. Having some utility was far from enough to find herself liking her. Everyone had their times of use, and just looking ahead was not proving much. She wouldn't claim she could do a better job at it, she certainly couldn't. She had no plans to claim she could be useful in a field she wasn't.<br/><br/>Regardless, they moved on. Maya kept her feelings to herself, trailing a few steps behind Chains. Her shield was tightly strapped to her off-hand, keeping it ready. Her dominant hand rested on the handle for her weapon, though ever so often drifted off to hold aside a branch or two. Some of the narrowest passages were a bit of a challenge with the clunky shield, but they made it through with some creative handling, eventually leaving them by a waterfall. Her attention quickly skipped over to the poles out in the river however. They were really quite impressive.<strong>"Wouldn't mind bringing a few of those home"</strong>She commented quietly. Her attention was pulled to what was likely the artist of the works, and the artisan of the trap ahead of them that Chains so kindly pointed out.<strong>"Wouldn't mind one of those as well"</strong><br/><br/>Then, on to the trap. It seemed intricate, and given it was rope... Probably hard to set up again. It would be risky for everyone to try and cross it, but... Disarming it would probably take some time. If they wanted to move without the artisan spotting them, it seemed far more viable to try and cross it.<br/><br/>After a bit of hesitation, she sighed.<strong>"Let's just go for it..."</strong>She didn't seem enthusiastic about it. She knew she had little chance at dancing between the lines, especially when carrying the shield and flail. She unhooked her weapon from her belt, grabbing the heavy head of it by the loop the chain was connected to. Best chance would likely be to just try and jump all of it. She took a few steps back and took a deep breath.<br/><br/>She pushed off, going for a running start, planning to jump the whole thing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Defy Danger</div><div class="spoiler_body">✴On a 10+, you do what you set out to, the threat doesn’t come to bear. ✴On a 7–9, you stumble, hesitate, or flinch: the GM will offer you a worse outcome, hard bargain, or ugly choice.<br/><br/>At 2017-10-21 07:25:00, Maya Lynnette (uid: 41538) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109076)<br/><br/>Well that didn't go too well.<br/></div></div>