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Lorenz flees into the darkness, his sudden panic making him completely disregard the fact that he can't see a damn thing without that light rock. Somewhere, in the frightened recesses of his mind, he hopes that he doesn't slam into a wall and knock himself out...

Hi all! I'd be interested in joining up too, if you still have room. I was thinking of making a fighter class character of minor noble descent who was sent to the university to complete his military officer training. He would probably be studying something like the newest application of modern...

"Calm what down? I can't see a damned thing!" The Rogue continues peering into the darkness ahead...

Lorenz wonders to himself why the dwarves suddenly look tense and does his best to make out what's in the darkness beyond the light of his stone, his sword held firmly in hand.

My deepest apologies to all of you. I lost internet access for quite a while, but everything is back online now. I'm ready to resume Lorenz if you'll have me back, Thordain. If you'd rather continue without me, I'll completely understand. Sorry to leave you hanging. I'll try to make sure it...

Lorenz wakes up feeling somewhat refreshed after yesterday's intensity. He gathers his things and is ready to move out whenever the rest of the party is ready as well.

Realizing that he will have little effect with his bow, Lorenz drops it and draws his enchanted sword, hoping that will make more of an impact. He quickly moves up next to Taklinn (E6) to help the dwarven warrior in his melee fight with the monster.

Lorenz aims his arrow at the monstrosity and lets it fly.

Lorenz draws his bow, nocks an arrow, and aims directly at the monstrous creature. He waits to see what the creature will do before attacking. "Here we go again..."

Now that the trap is disabled, Lorenz goes to work on the lock. OOC: Pick Lock

Lorenz grins and nods to Thoart. "Good thinkin. I don't need another bath today." Once the rogue has a rope tied securely around his waist, he goes back to the door and will very carefully attempt to disable the trap. OOC: Disable Device once again (*keeping fingers crossed*) ;)

Lorenz does his best to dry off and then breaks out his hooded lantern. He lights it up and, once he can see again, he thanks Thoart for coming to his rescue. After that he will again go to carefully examine the door and the trap door that he fell through, trying to find any hint possible about...

Too desperate to worry about what the creature might be or where it came from, Lorenz reaches for it, trying to catch hold of either its dorsal fin or whatever seems to be trailing from its mouth. He splutters as he constinues his struggle to keep his face above water.

Lorenz thrashes about frantically as he tries to get his head back up out of the water while desperately reaching out for anything to grab onto! "GLUB GLUB!!!"

Once he gets over the initial shock, Lorenz will search the door again to make sure he didn't miss anything that might have been covered by the illusion. If he finds nothing else suspicious, he will break out his thieves' tools and start working on opening the lock. OOC: First he will make...

Lorenz very carefully and delicately examines the wire. Once he has thoroughly examined it, he will attempt to disable the mechanism it is attached to. OOC: Disable Device

Lorenz pocket the loot, completely ignores Davik, and goes to check the door and its lock for any sign of traps. If anybody is listening carefully, they might hear him muttering something about half-pint clerics and how their magic only works half-right half of the time. ;) OOC: Using the...

Welcome Tburdette! Good to have you join. :)

"My hair is blue?!" Lorenz growls and reaches up to touch his hair, a shocked expression on his face. "I shoulda known better than to trust a potion from a dwarf! Bah!" The rogue angrily points a finger at Davik and says, "Listen, funnyboy, you better figure out a way to fix my hair by the...

Lorenz blinks as he suddenly realizes that everybody is staring at him like he just grew a third eye or something. He stares back at the three dwarves, mild confusion evident on his dusky features. "What? What are you lookin at? My wounds can't look THAT bad..."