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This is getting some attention from me tomorrow morning, promise.
Auric looks through the group, lost in reverie, for what seems like a week or so. He snaps back to attention and grins. "I don't find these people entirely distasteful. Imendri at the very least seems capable of keeping us alive for a time. And the ranger is...here. And I've yet to make my name outside of Cheliax. My sword is yours...for now."
Singed, bruised, and bemused, the heir to the Angelesblood estate begrudgingly climbs aboard the cart.
"Well then. If we're done slaughtering here, perhaps we should return this wayward 'pathfinder' to his companion. After you, sir. Unless you think you'll get lost on the way."
Auric, having had QUITE enough, rears back and slashes at the beast's bulbous throat.
"Who has the key for this door? Or shall we throw our half-elven battering ram at it?"
"IN-deed. The sooner we're out of here, the sooner I can get the smell out of my nostrils." Meh, have at the CoR, says I! If the money isn't too filthy Auric will def take some GP though.
"What are you on about, Imendri?" Auric casually walks over to his Half-elf companion, blissfully unaware of impending doom.
"BLAST YOU! STAND STILL AND MEET YOUR FATE!"
"ENOUGH!"
Almost embracing the stench of the foulness around him, our headstrong Cheliaxian rushes towards Tasskar. "Your words bore me. No more of them!"
"Well, then. Onwards and upwards, yes?" And Auric looks around the room and spits, 'cause he's a JERK.
Auric cautiously steps to Imendri's side, looking through the doorway at the man. "Devils! Is this the poor wretch we were sent to find?!"
"Is this blasted hunt over yet? Do we at least have a carcass to drag back?!" Says Auric, right into the camera.
Auric moves his injured arm around in its socket, casting odd shadows around the room as the torch moves with it. "Bruised, but not bested. You, Ranger! Are you hobbled? What of you, Bard?" Auric thinks to himself,"Blast, Mother was right: I am TERRIBLE with names."
Steeling himself, the bruised Cheliaxian grins heinously.
Feeling the primal need to slaughter, Auric strikes his retreating foe again.
"FLEE AS A COWARD AND YOU WILL MEET A COWARD'S END!"
Auric pauses for a moment, almost as if he were doing 5 other things at once in his head and wanted to make sure he had time to dedicate to his attacks before making them.
Auric quickly, confidently strides up to the remaining Trog. "BOO."
Auric, his bon mot running low, pushes Imendri slightly out of the way to stab at the foul creature in the doorway.
Luckily, he does not stab Imendri in the process.
Auric takes a deep breath, kicks the door open and steps in to the room. "THE HOUR GROWS LATE AND I DESIRE A SOFT BED. MEET YOUR DOOM!"
Auric DOES check the door carefully, and finding it unlocked and hearing what Imendri has said, readies his sword. "There's something to be said about fortune favoring the bold..."
Auric tries the door to see if it's locked. If not, he very carefully opens with his sword.
"*disapproving tongue click*"
"I say, where is that fellow we were supposed to be finding? I hope one of these undead fiends we just dispatched wasn't he... If you've had your fill of bat leavings, perhaps we should continue our ascent, 'friends.'"
Auric re-enters the previously bat-filled room with sword and torch drawn. "I say, YOU! If we're to continue perhaps you better wave this magic wand around and heal us up before we go on. If I die in such a positively stupid manner, I'll never hear the end of it in Hell, blessed be it."
Auric takes a deep breath and speaks from his diaphragm, over the din of the flapping wings: "WHEN YOU'RE QUITE FINISHED, I'LL BE RIGHT OUT HERE." And with that, Auric steps back out of the hidden room.
Auric tries to find some semblance of cover/sanity in the bat-room.
*WHOOSH*WHOOSH*WHOOSH*
[dice=Perception or: "Hey, wait a second..."]1d20+3[/dice] Auric thinks to himself,"My, the wonders the world beyond Infernal Cheliax does hold..."
"Push or pull?"
"And that was one hande-AAAAGH!"
Auric moves towards the skeleton attacking Imendri and swings his longsword.
*WOOSH*WHOOSH*
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