Thank your lucky star you've gotten this far

They peered down a whole, and Bryn wondered why no one just did anything. They were sitting there, staring, like that would solve something. Sure, she knew that planning was important, that it could make a huge difference. She also knew that whatever was happening would happen fast and they needed to stop it. Her gaze fell onto something familiar, and she swore under her breath in draconic. She used that almost more than she used her common. One of these days she would look into that, but not now. A circle of runes, fire (the symbol of Erathis on her hand itched at the sight), drow guarding the room. This would be challenging. With an almost feral smile, Bryn readied her bow. Challenges were fine when they were expected. Those things in the sewers were one thing. Monsters happened. But stopping the resurrection of an ancient god? This would be fun.

Quily was the first of them to move. Bryn swore he moved faster than any creature she had seen. Gods, he moved faster than she did, which was a feat. Bryn liked to think she moved fast. to her side, a newer companion caught her eye and she nodded. The two of them made their way down. She wasn't sure how he did it, but Bryn smiled as she flipped and rolled down. A little voice in the back of her head muttered "show off" but she ignored it. At least she got down safely. Now for the hard part.

The drow guarding the room all moved at once, surrounding her and her companions. Well, the two others who had made it down. As much as they'd love to wait for the meat shields (as Bryn often thought of Leonidas), they just didn't have time. With a sigh, she sidestepped a blade and shot an arrow in response. One down, one to go. 'Scratch that, none to go' she thought as Quily ripped through the other. Not that it mattered. The runes weren't gonna let anyone in, as she soon found out. The hard way. A groan escaped her as she flew back. "Not getting out that way." Suddenly it dawned on her. The fire. There were no runes where the fire was. Obviously they weren't expected to go in that way.

Obviously they weren't going that way. She watched Quily attempt to fight his way through, watched her arrow burn up as though it were made of actual wood. On the other side of the circle, she saw her other companion locked in combat with something. The other two still weren't here, and Bryn knew that Stalar, Rockwell, and Amir had all needed rest and had opted to stay and make camp. Her spirits fell as she realized they had no way to break through the fire. They weren't going to make it. The dagger's weight in her cloak mocked her, and she almost threw it away from her in despair. Her cloak... Her cloak! She had almost forgotten about her cloak, something she had been wearing for most of the journey. Something she hadn't really thought much of. Something that had saved her ass before, and would do the same now.With a whoop and a laugh she charged through the pillar of fire. It was hot, but not unbearably so. No, the heat from the fire didn't get to her. It was the cold energy of death that made her almost fall shivering on the other side. It wasn't normal, this feeling. She had brushed with death many times, and each one was unpleasant, but this wasn't the same.

The water at her feet brought her back to reality. She almost prepped and arrow, almost readied herself to toss the die. It had been known to knock people down, and that should have been enough to stop the ritual. But suddenly Stalar's voice filled her mind. In his soft tones, he reminded her of the dagger she had almost thrown away, of what exactly was at stake. That was really the only reasons she remembered to throw it down with all her might at the thing emerging from the pool.

Success felt nice. She watched as chaos happened. A serene smile stretch across her face as the magic in the ritual caused quite the backlash. It morphed into a full blown grin that stayed in place even as the priestess (Almath, she remembered) started talking. She had done it. Bryn had finally done something right.