Lanthair continues his assault on the Mangler.
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Lanthair fortifies himself against the undead abomination's flailing, tensing his muscles to resist the bow.
Lanthair rushes into the battle, striking at the largest of the abominations.
Lanthair adopts the crane stance and sends a spinning kick at the zombie that attacked him.
"We are not here to rid Pluton of the undead scourge. That is folly. If we can bypass these foes and save our strength, we should do so."
Lanthair seems more agile than ever and as the party continues its explorations.
Lanthair grits his teeth and makes his way across the foul mist.
Lanthair regards the mist warily. "This is a vile place," he says. "We would be wise to pass through quickly."
Lanthair looks warily at Lu before stepping through the portal. Portal Land: Lanthair is clearly struck by the bitter cold, but does his best not to shiver.
"This place is most inhospitable," he says with a knack for understatement.
Lanthair has stowed his few belongings and has a look of determination on his face.
Lanthair shakes off the effects of his massive dose of heroin and is ready to go.
Lanthair is too busy experimenting with hard drugs to answer your questions.
Lanthair's order forbids drinking alcohol, but they never said anything about smoking crack. He's always wanted to try...
"We should be at our full strength before going to such a place," Lanthair agrees.
Lanthair looks severe. He resents this business of bargaining and bartering, but recognizes the necessity of it and leaves the negotiation to others.
Lanthair partakes in the food with a healthy appetite for his small size. "Thank you for your hospitality, Sir James Durham-Fairfax," he says formally.
In his typically distracted manner and addressed to no one in particular, Lanthair chimes in, "The greatest power comes from within. Those who tap that power answer to no force beyond their own discipline."
Lanthair returns, clean and groomed, in an impossibly brief span of time. Clearly he approaches his ablutions with the same efficiency as any other activity. He sits quietly upon a cushion.
Lanthair, who has stoically endured his personal filth, does not hesitate to take advantage of a bath when the opportunity presents itself. "I must decline the offer of alcohol, but a quick bath will do some good. It will not do to try to negotiate with Lu in this state."
"Neither sweets nor spirits will sharpen your abilities for where we are going," Lanthair says. "One must be clear-headed and of sound body." It's not so much a lecture as a repeated mantra.
Lanthair feels little pity for a creature that surrounds himself with such vile abominations and looks on impassively.
Lanthair continues to regard the fetid rot slingers with quiet disgust.
Lanthair skips across the top of the sewage as only he could do and strikes at his foe with a small but focused blow before returning to the ledge.
Lanthair vaults along the ledge toward the revenant, strike at it with a mighty blow.
Lanthair sweeps at the revenant with a spinning kick.
Lanthair takes aim with his sling, trying to strike the thing in the water.
"I think we need to see if we can lure these things out of their foul soup."
While he never had much of a taste for sweets, Lanthair will follow his companions' actions, taking one of the candies and stomping on the gate.
Lanthair looks about seriously and says to no one in particular, as if reciting something, "Always have confidence in the righteousness of your cause. When you fight, fight to win, and fight with the knowledge that your enemies will do the same. Doubt makes you vulnerable in the eyes of your enemies..." He trails off pensively.
Lanthair mutters quietly to Arishat, "I am no scholar, but I know who the Master of Secrets is. I don't know if I want his agents escaping to report back to their master."
"Whom do you serve?" Lanthair chimes in.
Lanthair turns to the remaining angels at launches himself at the one who cannot see him.
Lanthair wades into the battle and strikes a forceful blow at the Angel of Authority.
Lanthair fortifies himself against the angel's attacks. Lanthair flits across the battle, striking his foes as he moves before taking a safe distance from his foes.
Lanthair grabs at the newly arrive Angel of Supremacy and shunts it across the field of battle, arriving beside it to batter it with an otherworldly blow.
Having removed the immediate threat from his allies, he calls back, "Keep going after the leader. Don't let it get away."
"Separate them!" Lanthair yells. "They draw their strength from each other."
Lanthair leaps over the battle to come down behind the Angel of Authority, striking at it with a swift kick.
"Is he the only one who can provide us the information we seek?" Lanthair asks.
"I agree," Lanthair says. He does address the angels, however. "To what task have you been assigned? I ask so that we can assure that our paths do not cross in the future."
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