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"Didn't we just leave this party?" Lucien slowly enters the room and shifts right 5 feet, staying near the wall.

Lucien tries his luck. EDIT: You have GOT to be kidding me.

Once he ascertains that Buckthorn's arrows won't ricochet into his face, Lucien cautiously approaches the trap door (and the mad halfling) and begins looking for a latch, trap or both (on the door, not the halfling).

Lucien sighs in resignation, takes a deep breath, then slides down the rope to the bottom.

Lucien unceremoniously barfs black liquid all over the floor. "Ack! I don't think that water's fresh."

Ever the hard headed one, Lucien continues his painful ascent.

Lucien slowly begins the climb back up to the top. Nar's lit pebble is left behind.

Lucien peers into the darkness for the source of the new movement. when Buckthorn's arrival is noticed, he whispers, "Actually little brother, I was just leaving. Care to join me?" The Tiefling looks up the wall as well to see if he can spot the remaining party "ey, professor, you got a light?"

The Tiefling slowly slides down the wall into the pit, following the others as the proceed through the new door. Seeing Nar's unsteady foothold on the precipice, Lucien gently places his hand on the wizard's shoulder, "Professor, don't stand there. It's not healthy." He kneels down at the edge...

Lucien silently creeps behind the halfling, keeping a close eye on him.

The tiefling, wary of the halfling's insipid scheming, motions to the unopened door. "'Ey Forge, what say we open this and get movin' eh? The door is thoroughly checked for surprises prior to his attempt. EDIT: Oh look....a twenty.

After waiting for the halfling to focus completely elsewhere, Lucien quietly sneaks the bracers into his bag before moving towards the door.

A more thorough examination is made of the not-quite-a-skull.

without handling anything, the skulls are inspected for any noticeable deformities: cracks suggesting heads were bashed in, eye sockets filled in, teeth pulled, arcane symbols etched into the foreheads....

Once the eyelid bursts, Lucien uses Shadow Stalk (minor action) on the halfling. When the trio begin to pass through (still adjacent to the tiefling), he teleports three squares down into the chamber.

Lucien draws his sword. "Professor, that feather fall spell affect more than one person?" Position is taken over the eye to strike. "I'll whack at it, the rest of you get in there."

A closer look is taken. Carefully, so as not to fall in to anything.

A disturbing sound begins emanating from the tiefling's throat and spreads across the darkened chamber, sounding for all the planes like the buzzing of what a demonic locust might sound like. A more than casual observer may notice this odd growling seems to be directed towards the elf. "What...

Lucien Carefully looks into the demon's mouth. "Hmph. So much for low risk. Maybe this is the gateway out of here?"

Lucien begins looking around the room nervously. "I get the deep suspicion there's a floating skull hiding in there somewhere." The tiefling hoists the throwing blade he;s been juggling, takes aim at the open mouth of the demon and recklessly tosses it in. He listens carefully for the sounds...