As Corrin removed her armor, Jill waved her her hand in front of her face, trying to cool her off. "I assure you, mon cher, we will be out of here quickly." While this was happening, Misha stripped all the way down to her bikini. Jill was awestruck as this happened.

"Elle est comme une statue que les dieux ont taillée dans le bronze puis ont insufflé la vie." She called out as she beheld Misha's bikini clad form.

Yasei DC15 WIS ST: 24

After Yasei removes her armor, you can all see how small of a young lady she really is.  Hard to believe that someone so small exists within armor so large....

DC15 CON ST to avoid absolute staring at the glistening, sweat soaked Adonis undressing in front of everyone: 19

Guess not.  Yasei stands right next to Jill as they both stare over at Misha like she's a juicy steak, sizzling on a plate just set down in front of them.... 

Wis ST: 20

Used to heat from being on deck of a ship a lot, Sana is fine. However, she blinks with surprise as Misha strips completely. "Wow Misha, you were really hot. You going to be okay fighting in that?"

Misha looked exhausted as she wiped her brow, not noticing at least two of her companions were staring at her physique. "Eet ees unbearable, like being een furnace. Misha weel be ok. Not allowed to fight een sleepwear on Acheron, but..we are not on Acheron. HA!" she snorted. "How are you not burning up right now, Sana..or Jeel! Ees no fair."

Jill is able to stop staring at Misha like an idiot and offer a response. "I frequently wear multiple layers of clothing. I suppose that the heat does not bother me as much. Captain Sana, should we proceed to one of those towers before we all end up wearing nothing?"

"I spent years wearing full armor in the middle of the ocean, you get used to it," Sana says cheerfully before nodding at Jill. "Let's get going."

Misha, mildly jealous of those who were able to resist the humidity, leaned over the railing tiredly as small trails of sweat glided down her body. "So strange, never has Misha been so tired.." she said. Oddly enough, Misha had no tan lines, skin imperfections, or even peachfuzz like body hair - even on her arms. It was as if she was literally built for one purpose and no distraction. While her divine gifts healed all wounds, the weather of this cube nearly brought her to her knees despite her genetic fortitude. She seemed uncomfortable, even in skimpy underwear.  

Each "side" of this cube contains a structure that looks like an amphitheater. The largest one is opposite the entrance.

Yasei absentmindedly mumbles to herself, out loud, when looking out over this new room: “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players...”

More direct to the crew now: “It appears that, perhaps, this room is some sort of stage, where performers do something for the enjoyment of onlookers sitting in the amphitheater’s along the edges?”

"Perhaps. But I have no intention of dancing about for anyone's amusement. Especially since I am not much of a dancer."

I told Corrin the story of how I got my Blood Hunter powers shortly after we arrived in Waterdeep. By that point, we had known each other for several months and we were like sisters after everything we had gone through. There was no point in keeping this hidden from her any longer. I told her everything, how I was no more than a few months older than she was when my parents were taken from me, how I was alone in the wilderness and almost died of starvation, how I was "rescued" by a group of extremists who turned me into a weapon, not caring if I lived or died, and how I fled them and lived on my own for years because I was afraid that people would think I was a monster because I did what I needed to do to survive.

When I finished my story, Corrin responded with love and acceptance, the same way her mother did. She told me that there was no way I could be a monster after fighting for Elturel and doing everything that I could to convince Amelia to let me be the one to take the sword and ascend instead of her. I cried so many tears of joy that night.

Sana points at the biggest side of the amphitheater cube. "Right, I like your thinking, Jill. Thataway!"

The largest amphitheater resembles a Roman Colosseum. The circular amphitheater is 100 feet in diameter and stands 30 feet tall. 15 foot archways lead inside. The grandstand terraces are cut from solid rock. A four foot wall separated the seats from the field. Four wooden gates spaced evenly around this wall lead onto the field. Looking around, you noticed that the grandstands look wrong. Rather than seats, the stands consist of five foot wide shallow depressions - as if meant for beholders.

The jungle noise grows to even greater levels as the skiff hovers by the arena. Then, it stops. Completely. Soon, a deep deafening rumble can be heard. Something in the center of the arena is burrowing upwards.

"Something is coming. Ready yourselves!" Jill said, as she stepped in front of her less armored allies.

6

A massive, wet organic coil erupted from the ground, causing sand and dirt to spray everywhere. At the top of the coil, a gigantic eyeball opened and glared at the skiff like a huge optic nerve - it was so tall it did so at the same level as the skiff. It fired a beam at the crew, directly at the main group, and Misha lunged with her shield out to protect you all. The paralyzing beam, while shielding you all, still caught Misha in the face, and she tried to stand up, shrug it off, but went terribly limp. She dropped her hammer and shield, and fell off the skiff towards the hard ground below.

Jill makes a futile attempt to grab Misha before she goes over. As the Paladin plummets, Jill stands there in horror, knowing that the skiff won't reach her in time.

Just as Jill had, Corrin also makes the futile attempt to grab the paladin before her plummet down, even tripping on the ground before her as she stares terrified at Misha's descent. She is forced to look away from some unknown force, shaking her head vigorously. "No, no, no-- she's not, no, she can't just go like that!" Corrin shouts, each word increasing in volume. "T-that's Misha! She's not just gonna go ahead and die like that, no--!" She chokes back a sob. "There's no ******* way-- S-she's gonna come back, a-and it's gonna be like before, yeah?" There are tears streaming down her face when she looks to Jill, almost pleading for the blood hunter to say she's right. "A-A huge meteor crash or something and sh-she's gonna... she's gonna emerge out of it like a badass, and, and--"

Corrin continues to mutter and babble all the possibilities that the paladin would be alright, trying to keep her and the others hopes up if anything, but the tears keep falling down her face.

Yasei: "An honorable way for a warrior to die ... I only wish I could follow her noble path!"

"Revenge is ours to claim.  My Captain, we must counter attack as quickly as possible!" she yells out to Sana, before running to a ballista, readying it to fire back at the eyeball.

Jill grabs Corrin and pulls her into a hug as she sobs and pleads for her to say that Misha will be just fine. For a moment, her sister was the young girl on Avernus that Jill had promised to protect at all costs. "Of course she is fine, mon cher." Jill said, reassuringly. "You said it yourself, she has endured worse. I am sure that a fall is nothing that she cannot walk off. Now dry off those tears, Misha would not want to see that you have been crying." In truth, she didn't know if Misha had survived or not, but she knew that Corrin would never calm down if she didn't stay strong right now.  

(The skiff doesn't have a ballista - it's just a transport skiff.)

Misha couldn't move, but she could think. She felt the wind rushing against her skin for a few terrible moments - she knew she was falling from a great height because of the beholder's eye.

But, even now, she wasn't afraid. She gave her comrades a moment of protection, and soon she would be reunited with her Father. The first thing she would do when she would see him again would be to thank him for a life filled with love, friends, honor, and glory. It was not Jill, Sana, or Corrin's time yet. But she remained calm, for she knew, in time, she would see them again in the afterlife when they, too, had finished living a glorious life.

She hit the ground like a stone, and didn't move again.

"Misha'll be fine, she can heal herself, or I can heal her!" Sana shouts. "But we gotta keep that thing occupied to give her time to do that! Corrin, anyone else with a ranged weapon, get shooting! We're gonna fly down to cover Misha and not fall off the skiff if we get paralyzed!"