<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Desh Swaileh</span></strong><br/>HP: 39/39, AC 22, Init +3, Saves 4/5/9<br/>Channels: 4/6, Surges: 3/5<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=319073)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spell List</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/><strong>0 -</strong>: Dancing Lights, Daze, Guidance, Touch of Fatigue<br/><strong>1 -</strong>: <del>Cure Light Wounds</del>, Hex Vulnerability, <del>Produce Flame</del>, <del>Protection from Chaos</del>, Color Spray<br/><strong> 2 -</strong>: Cure Moderate Wounds, Aid, <del>Hypnotic Pattern</del></span></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>When the order of retreat came, Desh was torn in her desire to leave and her fear of leaving Sundafyllir alive with a grudge against her.  It was ultimately the sight of her companions withdrawing that provoked her to do the same, knowing that the magics that incapacitated the Hag’s cronies only bought a bit of time and would surely be torn to shreds if she tried to press the assault on her own.<br/><br/>The transition between dimensions was such that Desh found herself questioning whether she actually made it out or if Sundafyllir had cast some sort of spell to inflict such pain before she could step through the gateway.  Only when she arrived at their destination did she realize that she had been successful in her escape…  And yet, an itch lingered between her shoulder blades as though her instincts were screaming in alarm towards pair of rending claws that were reaching out even now to flay the flesh from her bones.  She cast a glance over her shoulder as casually as she could manage in her shaken state to verify that no such threat was present, but still, she felt sure that what had transpired in those past few minutes would surely make sound sleep far more elusive for the fear of the vendetta now put upon her.<br/><br/>Desh had been so preoccupied with those thoughts that she had entirely missed Malik’s words and only snapped out of her introspection once she noticed the others had begun moving.  The sight of their new surroundings was only a marginal improvement from the spire, made no less pleasant as the specter of the Hag’s grudge hung over her thoughts.<br/><br/><em>"Treachery! I will suck the marrow from your bones you mewling whore! I will break your body and steal your soul! Let all the Baatezu, 'Loths, and Tanar'ri descend upon you and torment you forever! Let them defile you in every foul manner! I curse your existence damned child, and I will follow you to the end of the planes to see your treachery is reckoned with!” </em><br/><br/>A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled Sundafyllir’s oath and she found herself subconsciously walking closer to Marcus’ side than usual, finding some comfort in her guardian by proxy.  The sight and words of the creature that greeted them just about pushed the straining woman beyond her mental limits as fear and repulsion of is presence took hold.  She just wanted to abandon this accursed trial and return to the comfort and safety of her adoptive home.  By now, she was sure that either she was trapped in a horrible nightmare or being punished by the divines for tampering with rituals that were beyond the scope of her power.  It was all she could do to keep her gaze fixed upon the ground so that as to help shield her from all of this weirdness.<br/><br/><strong>”A place to rest and regain my wits.”</strong>Desh unintentionally spoke her thoughts aloud when asked what they desired, unfiltered by her gilded tongue and plainly revealing the toll that the maddening spire had taken upon her.  It would take little insight to tell from her tone that she was wary and shaken by the experience with the green hag.  Just as she uttered the final syllable, her conscious mind alerted her to what she had just done and she felt entirely exposed having brought any attention to herself without taking the time to put up a faux composure.  Feeling both embarrassed and weak, she maintained her gaze upon the floor and did all she could to make herself blend in to the background.