<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>The landing was far from kind. Nuria was thrown to the ground with a grunt -- she felt a sharp pain as her broken rib poked against her left lung and  drew a laborious breath. The notion of drowning from the inside was not entirely what she had in mind for a glorious exit from this plane of existence. But rather than feeling something give, the pain receded when she pulled herself to her knees, prompting an exhilarated, mad grin to split her lips. Not this day, it seemed. Two more aching breaths and she was up, a semblance of strength returning to her limbs as she became more aware of their surroundings.<br/><br/>One arm wrapped around her torso for support the Godlike pushed herself forward step after step despite the difficult terrain -- what had happened while she had again zoned out? The kobolds were over there, she could hear their chittering and -- and Sydney. And Phelypsis. They were beyond that ravine over there, where the Earth had cracked open. It looked awfully wide in her current condition -- barring any other option she would attempt it, but her current condition didn't lend itself to acrobatic acts. If she hadn't shunned ordinary weaponry after birthing her god-flame, she might have had a spear to use as a jumping pole and make it an easy leap -- but 'what ifs' had never been something she dwelt on.<br/><br/>There had to be something else. How had the two of them made it across? Phelypsis she could almost see making the jump unaided, with those calves of hers, but Sydney? Even as light as she was, the jump would have been too much for the red-skinned demon with her along and the lady wizard didn't have the muscle to make it on her own, nor any spells Nuria could remember that would have allowed her to. Not after expending so much magic in their journey already.<br/><br/>"Thrice-damned bugs," she cursed, then winced and regretted it immediately. She had rarely gotten this hurt in their ventures so far and then they usually hadn't needed to run for their lives afterwards. Had she gotten too comfortable? Relied too much on the presence of allies? This troubled her -- she was fire, she was supposed to be free, all-consuming, bright and powerful, not coughing up blood in the dirt because she had gotten careless.<br/><br/>Still, she couldn't see any alternative but to rely on her fellow delvers -- her friends -- right now. From the sounds of it the kobolds were getting fresh with Sydney and Phelypsis was there, too, and trying to put a stop to it. She could hear Sydney tell the barbarian to help the others first -- was there anyone else left? Lorelei? No, she would have noticed if the blue-haired bard was trapped on this side with her.<br/><br/>Damnation. Left with only one choice, she cried out to the giant-sized Delver: "Phel -- throw me something, quick! I can't make the jump!" Worry was plain in her strained voice; worry that all of them were in trouble if they didn't get moving, stuck on this side or not.<br/><br/><br/>