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Lucius moves to face the pair of crossbow-wielding kobolds, his weapon at the ready.

"I don't have time for this."

Grasping his flail with both hands, he swings it in a wide, powerful arc. The weapon's massive, spiked iron head impacts the head of the lead kobold, crushing bone, muscle, and brain, and lodging in the creature's chest cavity. Lucius jerks the weapon free, allowing the kobold's ruined carcass to fall heavily to the floor.

"Next."

Attack (flail): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Confirm critical: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 2d10 + 3 ⇒ (9, 10) + 3 = 22

Why couldn't they have saved the good rolls for an actual threat? *sigh*

"Nnh. The oracles can handle this one. Can hear at least three more. We must deal with them swiftly."

Listening for any sort of sign as to where the other kobolds are, Lucius searches further into the darkness for reptilian creatures, his flail at the ready.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Lucius tightens his grip on his flail, eyes darting around the small cavern.

Trandal practically trips over himself in an attempt to stop, using the point of his falchion to counterbalance just a fraction of an inch away from the tripwire. "Whoa!" he whispers loudly, quickly checking the rest of the party and reaching for Lucius to help steady him should it be needed.

Lucius hauls Trandal bodily away from the tripwire. He kneels, taking care to avoid activating whatever the tripwire releases.

"Trap. Disarm, or avoid?"

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Gotta love those natural bonuses for half-elves.

"It's always good to travel with the magically gifted. You may rest assured that you are all safe with me, I swear it upon my life." Invokes an Oath of Protection.

Lucius speaks for the first time.

"And I swear that whatever may stand in our way will be dead by morning. I'll go first." Invokes and Oath of Vengeance

He steps past the glowing stone, allowing his low-light vision to take effect.

"As our mutual friend says, stay close."