<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)<br/><strong>Nuria (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Nuria)</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Race:</strong> Godlike   <strong>Class:</strong> Immolator Custom (https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/9699466/Immolator-custom-v1.1.pdf)   <strong>HP</strong>: 8/20  <hr/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fighting Fire With Fire Roll #1: 2<br/>Fighting Fire With Fire Roll #2: 1<br/><br/>Nuria substracts 3 from the damage just dealt and suffers 5 damage total, leaving her at 8 HP.</div></div><br/>The dragon-man looked less and less like a<em>man</em>and more and more like a proper dragon -- it would have been impressive, awe inspiring even, if not for the fact that he was currently launching a devastating attack at the three Delvers -- and Nuria was taking the brunt of it. The scrapes and cuts all over tore open as the arcane lightning blasted against her, arced over her bronze skin like lightning crackling from the hands of an angry god.  Her flame surrounded her, poured out of her -- her eyes no longer simply glowed, as they usually did, but seemed to burst with divine fire. Even as the dragon's force ate away at her, she held, fiercely pushing against it -- until finally the energy flickered out and the flame-wielder dropped to her knees. But the fire that streamed from her hands had different notions in mind and pushed through the air, propelled by her fighting spirit, and --- was flicked away.<br/><br/>An ugly-sounding, raspy breath escaped the Godlike as she defiantly stared at the dragon, knowing all too well that she would not withstand another assault like that. Still she readied herself, her focus entirely on the beast -- until something snatched her ankle and lifted her in the air!<br/><br/>At first Nuria expected another Umberhulk and briefly spat a weak flame at her red-skinned companion, before she realized that the tall girl was quite literally throwing her over her shoulder. She didn't have the strength left to protest the indignity of it and the tension fled from her as she slumped -- the dark-skinned woman was searing, leaving the barbarian's leather armor sizzling where it touched her. Her own flame and the arcane lightning had left her hotter than Phelypsis had ever felt her and some of those wounds left by the dragon's breath actually looked like<em>burns</em>. Nuria hadn't gotten burnt since her transformation and now she stared at one particularly large mark on her hand with nigh-morbid fascination.<br/><br/>"Took … too much out of me," she rasped, barely processing what was going on around them in the hectic rush to escape a cave-in. Were those dwarves she was hearing?  Great, now she was hearing voices, perhaps the depths of the cave were getting to her now after all the bloodloss. A blink later, she realized she had lost time -- Sydney was now holding up the rocks, tipping their fall away to the side.<br/><br/>"Have to get out," she finally continued after her worrying silence, blinking her eyes free to see. "L-Lorelei … where's Lorelei?" Her lips drew into a weak grin. "'least the kobolds probably scampered off ... "<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Defy Danger</div><div class="spoiler_body">This may be reaching, but can I roll a Charisma-based Defy Danger to see if the Kobolds, possibly with the assistance of Lorelei to give her a survival line for when Robyn hopefully gets back, come to the rescue? It's getting pretty late over here and I may retire to bed soon, so feel free to roll for me if it's a yes. Nuria has +1 to CHA.</div></div>