“Well we’re already here, honey bun, so we ain’t leavin’ til we reach our floor.” Bea says with the utmost sweetness one could muster to make it almost threatening, smile and all. “We’ll be out of your hair soon, promise.” She then presses the button to go up and waits patiently, she smile never faltering. ****s.

The button doesn't work. From the look of the panel, it needs to be hotwired. They two young woman start to get agitated. "We're not leaving, you weirdos! Get out of here!!" the shifter yells.

"Cora, could you work on the panel?" Athela requests calmly as she wheels herself in. "Now then you two, we happen to have need of this lift right now. The working bit. So, either you can take a ride into the depths below the Cogs with us, or you can find somewhere else to finish your lovely evening, hmm?" Her smile is pleasant, but her eyes bely the steel in her words.

The couple glare back at you and say, "Uh, no? I have a better idea! What don't you go **** off and-"

"Oh, for ****S SAKE." Cora sighs, she lunges and grabs the female human by her front shirt and tossed her out of the lift. "We asked you nicely, now get the **** OUTTA HERE you stupid *****es."

"Hey!!" the shifter yelled, standing up and trying to wrestle her lover from Cora's hold, but was unsuccessful, and, too, got pushed roughly out of the lift. They both got up and stood, ready to charge at her. Cora brushed her overcoat aside, revealing her blades.

"Oh yes." Cora said almost erotically. "Yes. Please. Do it. Make a move. Oh god yes..**** with me. **** with me HARD. Come on."

The two lovers looked at each other and turned to run. "We're getting the Guard! You guys are in trouble! Assault!! Help!"

Cora turned back to the panel after watching them go. "We probably have about two minutes before the poe poe show up. I'll hurry this up. Cover me."

Mia would snap her whip back into its place on her hip, perhaps with a slight pout on her face. She'd stand with her back to the doorway of the lift, watching outwards to provide the cover requested. The half elf would just cross her arms and hold her position.

Athela maintains her friendly smile through the entire Cora thing. As the pair run off, she shrugs. "Honestly? They'll be lucky to find a patrol within fifteen minutes, never mind one who actually wants to tangle with armed, unstable knife carrying women. But just to be safe, we should still hurry."

Cora's tongue stuck out as she worked the panel.

DC13: 23

With the powering of electricity, the lift begun to descend. "Still got it, you sexy *****." she mumbled to herself.

The lift seems to descend forever into the belly of Sharn. Several minutes pass as the lift rattles and shakes, as if passing into some place it was not meant to go. This rumbling builds to a violent peak then the lift stops, and its doors open. By the lift’s interior light, you can see into a vast, unlit cavern strewn with broken stonework from ancient buildings as far as you can see in every direction. The air is stale, and filled with dust and the scent of decay. These are the ruins of the cities atop which Sharn is built. Ahead of you yawns a fifty-foot-diameter, ten-foot-deep pit that seems to have been intentionally dug. You hear the soft sobs of a young child coming from a wooden shed on the far side to the pit.

Athela sighs. "Dur-Sharaat and Sharaat. A gobin city destroyed by conquerors, then a conquerors city destroyed by aberrants. Nobody catch the plague. Shall we?" She wheels herself forward, frowning at the pit. "That is...problematic."

The cavern is irregular in shape and hundreds of feet in diameter. Its uneven ceiling ranges in height from 15 to 30 feet.

Mia's ears would almost twitch at the sound of of Athela mentioning the plague. "Would you allow a moment for some detection?" She'd take a few steps ahead of the group and close her eyes.

Willow looks at the pit for a minute before humming in thought. "I suppose we could just drop down and walk across. But perhaps it is trapped? Does someone want to throw a rock or something?" 

Cora climbs down the pit. She looks up at the group. "****. Will you relax? It's fi-"

Goblin1: 15
Goblin2: 13
Goblin3: 21
Goblin4: 17
Cora: 10

Mia would sigh. "Why do I bother?"

Initiative: 14

Boobinitative: 19

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"An excellent question," Athela answers Mia with a shrug.

How's the paraplegic gonna get into the pit? Find out next time on-: 2

Never. You will never find out, because I will never go.

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Goblin3 charges at Cora, that *****.
Scimitar Attack: 17 Damage: 5

"YEEOUCH!"

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As Vignette helps Athela wheel her chair down into the cavern, she's shocked from the sudden appearance of the goblins.  "Aye!  Dol-arrah, protect me an' me lads from de infestashuns of dis cave!"

She'll then continue to assist Athela to climb down to the bottom of the pit (Athletics: 8).

Initiative: 17

Willow hisses in annoyance and hops down into the pit, helping her sister as she barks over her shoulder. "Ya couldn't just throw a damn rock first? Yeesh." 

Foxy init: 7

"I'm gonna throw something ELSE in a second!" Cora retorts.

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