Otrera
Otrera winces under the earth. She is reminded of the reason why her clan had one chief. She rose up out of the earth again.
*This is as the droning of the wind across the dunes, a sound lulling but meaningless. Talk later. Kill now.*
She beckoned for Hillock to start down the hallway. She melts into a new form, a horned and clawed fiend subtly different from Hillock.
*You're welcome to come.*
The pair of fiends take to the air and start off slowly down the passage.
Spoiler: OOCMoving this forward.
Otrera takes on the shape of a pit fiend. AC 63. They fly forward at ceiling height at 30' movement rate. Hoping that others will join them.