<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/dea365467d5124c6cbec34019d1d794f_zpse6fcef04.jpeg)</div><br/>Sydney Malorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247429.msg12254506#msg12254506)<br/><br/><em>Sydney offers a playful bite in Nuria's direction as the firesworn as the woman offers a playful threat to give her to the kobalds.</em>"Oh please... it would be just<em>unsporting</em>to ally with this creatures only to have them killed... you know well that none get to have me lest they defeat me..."<br/><br/><em>She smiles confidently, letting her eyes trail down Nuria's form in a slight challenge, even while knowing fully well that the firecracker could easily dominate her if it actually came to an open conflict, the fact that Nuria wasn't at liberty to take action at the moment made the teasing as delicious as it needed to be.<br/><br/>All to soon, however, the journeying Delvers began moving into the city proper, taking short hops across rooftops or crawling through windows.  Sydney let out a shrill squeek of terror every time she was forced to make any sort of jump, her landings being uniformly disgraceful and ending up with her falling to her hands and knees more often than not, and pivoting wildly for several seconds as she struggled to master her balance on those instances where she did manage to keep her feet.  The windows were even worse, as Sydney's dress seemed hellbent on sliding up the firm muscles of her ankles and across the curve of her ass every time the sorceress found herself bending forward.  Very, very quickly Sydney learned who to allow to follow her through crawling sections and who would take undo advantage of an eyefull of the wizardess' secret silks.<br/><br/>As the party arrives at a fountain, the sorceress purses her lips and reaches down, batting a nervous rhythm on her thigh in a sign the other Delver's will have come to recognize as being indicative of the woman going into a deep thought.  Phelypsis once, somewhat famously, got Sydney's dress pulled up well past her waistline when the wizard had been focusing on something very difficult and it had been somewhat speculated just what would be required to catch her attention when and if she became so overwhelmingly focused on something.  Unfortunately (for the other Delvers) Sydney rarely required long to sort out her thoughts and, as per usual, she came back to herself well before any advantage could be gained from her distraction.<br/><br/></em>"Hrmmm... well... you want the good news or the bad news first?"<em>she asks, looking at the others with a wry smile.</em>"The good news is that this fountain appears to fall into a convergeance of leylines... no, not LAY lines, we all know those happen basically wherever we bed down for the night.  Leylines are lines of mystic power, and so this fountain should mark a location where spellcasting, particularly ritual-based casting, would be notably stronger.<br/><br/>Now, the bad news is, it seems something has already taken up residence here, and unless I am FAR less clever than I think I am, the very area itself should be reactive to the thing controlling it.  If these Deep Ones are what I think they are, you may see long, invasive tentacles appear from the shimmering air touched by the fountain's mist... so have a care."<br/><br/><em>She glances to Lorelei.</em>"I am not really sure of any way to really get through this other than walking in with a bold understanding of what will occur... I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to tossing one of the midgets in first, but that seems like one of those things you all always yell at me for suggesting."<br/><br/><em>She squeezes her thighs together slightly, looking at the others.  Tentacles.</em>