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Daleah's jaw drops open. She looks to Elron. Well now, what do yall know? Looks like we got ourselves a little secret. Ah reckon there's someone else a hidin' round here right under our noses. Daleah's eyes narrow slightly in the torchlight. She translates the drow sign aloud, no longer taking into...

After seeing Llelanni's closing sign language, Daleah stands frozen in her space, awaiting the druid to face her. She thinks within herself that if she perceives any threat, she would defend the party, drawing her weapon or readying her spells depending on the method of result. Daleah is principled...

Daleah was raised by Drow and can read Drow Sign language. She figures even if Tarvis or Elron know what is being said, Daleah's reiterating of Llelanni's messages to the group will keep the orcs in the loop so they too will know what is happening. She's asking the cube if it can understand her. No...

Standing behind Llelanni and squinting at the scene, Daleah holds her torch gripped tightly in her hand. What in tarnation?! She casts a wary glance at the others who also are awaiting their move, then back at the cube, her eyes narrowing like a hawk. It isn't long before she grimaces again, gaggin...

Daleah's voice is steady but tinged with caution as she shares her thoughts with the party. Well, Friends, looks like we’ve run into somethin’ that’s as slick as a greased pig at a county fair. That thing’s a real hot mess, ain’t it? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s a big ol’ blob of troub...

Daleah approaches the new environment with a sense of duty, righteousness, and desire to uncover justice or protect the innocent. She takes a torch from her belt, lights it, and follows behind Llelanni. Her plan is to search for residual evil auras, dark magic, or corrupting influences lingering in...

With a calm, yet firm voice, and unwavering resolve, Daleah takes a few steps forward. She first looks to Bludgeon. Well now, y’all, I reckon we’re knee-deep in a mess that’d make a preacher blush. But I can tell we all ain’t ones to back down from a little dirty work, especially when it’s for the ...

Looking up to the tree tops and back down to the trail, Daleah puts on her cape while taking a mental note of the Hoarfrost Turn. While listen to the sounds of the forest she stays in stride with Llelanni and remains ready, keeping her hand on the hilt of her sword. Sir Tarvis, I reckon we got just...

Llelanni looks to the paladin as if she were speaking a foreign language. No need to draw your sword. We are not in any danger. I have the smudge portraits of these symbols now so we can catch up to the others. With a much pleased expression on her face, the dark elf rolls the paper up like a scrol...

Daleah steps quietly into the shadowed clearing, eyes fixed on the mysterious dolmen gateway. Her expression is a mixture of solemn reverence and cautious curiosity. As she observes the dark elf diligently making rubbings of the ancient runes, her hand rests instinctively on the hilt of her sword, ...

Daleah follows the dark elf's lead and takes a deep breath as she steps inside the portal. Almost dumbfounded at Llelanni's question, she immediately loses the breath she took. Looking around the dolmen and surrounding area, she reluctantly responds to her teammate. Well now, I do declare, it ain’t...

Daleah shares a winning smile. Her hazel eyes reflect logical sound judgement, appearing grounded like the green and gold colors of the earth, as they lock onto Tarvis. I really do appreciate your understanding, Sir Tarvis, and I agree with you as stayin' out might keep us safe, but if the danger's...

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