Eugh. Why is it whenever we go out adventuring it is to the coldest, most miserable, most spider or other wretched creature infested -
[ Now that there's no one to hear them, his complaints continue, echoing faintly in the stone halls as Emet-Selch picks his way down the stairs carefully, grimacing when he steps in something wet. What would have business being wet down here? Eugh. ]
At least one. You're mistaken if you think either of us are getting within a yalm of bed while we're- [ Oh, well. Gelmorran ruins are at least somewhat interesting. He strains to recall what, or who used to inhabit this place before the obnoxious princeling and then more pressingly, tries to recall if there are any elementals they might need to contend with. Probably not? They tended to (wisely) give him and others a wide berth, after a few encounters which ended terrifically poorly for them. Elidibus had been borderline distraught afterward; Lahabrea had absconded with one of them in the aftermath and Emet-Selch was never certain if Elidibus was aware or not. ]
You will not be overly cross with me if I simply eradicate whatever might be lurking down here, will you?
[ He has no desire to actually fight and he's relatively certain there's going to be some manner of unpleasant beastie down here. So long as it's not a person, or something or someone sentient, well, he thinks Viktor ought not have too much to protest about. Squinting into the dim lighting Viktor provides, he tries to spot any sort of torches and, upon finding none right away, impatiently opts to simply make them, a half-dozen ghostly, glowing green lights illuminating a path forward from where Viktor stands. Something skitters, loud enough he can hear it, and Emet-Selch sighs again, weary. He has cobwebs in his hair, he can feel it.]
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[ Now that there's no one to hear them, his complaints continue, echoing faintly in the stone halls as Emet-Selch picks his way down the stairs carefully, grimacing when he steps in something wet. What would have business being wet down here? Eugh. ]
At least one. You're mistaken if you think either of us are getting within a yalm of bed while we're- [ Oh, well. Gelmorran ruins are at least somewhat interesting. He strains to recall what, or who used to inhabit this place before the obnoxious princeling and then more pressingly, tries to recall if there are any elementals they might need to contend with. Probably not? They tended to (wisely) give him and others a wide berth, after a few encounters which ended terrifically poorly for them. Elidibus had been borderline distraught afterward; Lahabrea had absconded with one of them in the aftermath and Emet-Selch was never certain if Elidibus was aware or not. ]
You will not be overly cross with me if I simply eradicate whatever might be lurking down here, will you?
[ He has no desire to actually fight and he's relatively certain there's going to be some manner of unpleasant beastie down here. So long as it's not a person, or something or someone sentient, well, he thinks Viktor ought not have too much to protest about. Squinting into the dim lighting Viktor provides, he tries to spot any sort of torches and, upon finding none right away, impatiently opts to simply make them, a half-dozen ghostly, glowing green lights illuminating a path forward from where Viktor stands. Something skitters, loud enough he can hear it, and Emet-Selch sighs again, weary. He has cobwebs in his hair, he can feel it.]