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Alric raises his glace and smirks in genuine contentment to Lars' toast, then savors a gulp of the smooth tangy necter. "Quite an excellent plan. Strategically sound and just the right amount of violence to amuse us all. At least amuse me. Kirio strikes me as the most adept at the mummery of a...

Catching up on all the dialogue Alric nods his head in respectful salutation only saying, "Master Simeon." To his grief of his friend druid Alric says nothing and respectfully averts his eyes to Simeon's show of emotion. Having been paid for the decanter retrieval Alric feels he has...

"Aye, we will return here post delivery of the decanter." Alric looks upon his grime, blood and gore strewn armor on the floor by his bunk for a moment with a look of consternation. He spends a moment running a wet cloth over most of it and, despite its far from pristine condition, he wears it...

Alric trundles through the door and wearily begins stripping his armor. His eyebrow arches at Lars, "A fence you say? You have been busy haven't you?" then waves his hand, "No need to explain, I'm simply impressed." "Arnir take these swords and add them to the items we are to 'fence'. They...

"Agreed on both counts. I see no reason to tarry."

Alric's ears prick at the mention of his name amongst the lilting slur of elven speach. His green eyes narrow in Kirio's direction in suspicion obviously turning over possible reasons in his head why Kirio would speak of him in a language other than the common they all understand. Then his face...

Alric nods to Kirio as he climbs down with the decanter, clearly pleased and relieved to have achieved their goal. Looking up at the packs, he grimaces at the ones higher up. "I never was especially good at climbing. In the Red Legions that was considered a ranger skill and phalanxmen were not...

Alric flinches at the opening of the sarcophagus. He honestly expected the floor to open up into a pit of acid or the ceiling to fall on everyone. He breathes a sigh of relief that nothing happens to Hrimr... like spikes. He still isn't crossing that bridge. 3 inches thick! Come on, you guys...

Alric raises an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic ingenuity of the druid. Then shrugs, likes that spell, doesn't he? Alric follows the druid back to the caved in part of the hallway trying to find an intact stone of sufficient size he can carry the distance. Should he find one, he attempts to...

Alric rises from his battle stance, continuing to hold aloft his glowing sword, and seems relieved by the giant beast finally being dead. He walks up to Bannock and looks grimly down at the three pairs of fang punctures leaking sickly sweet smelling blood from Bannock's torso, "That was rash my...

As the silence of party begins to give way to the telltale noises of the spider's coming Alric forces all thoughts from his mind and focuses his attention forward, waiting for the moment where plying his trade will be necessary. Alric continues to delay action. The tension of the moment...

Gritting his teeth and flinching at the opening of the door somewhat, Alric expected the worst of a burst of viciously sharp fangs and hellishly red 8 eyes. Although he's not exactly surprised the spider isn't conveniently waiting for them at their leisure. Not anxious to walk into the lair...

As much as I'm anxious for this to be over, I fear it might be over too quick with an unsavory result. Alric falls into a battle stance beside Bannock. "I'm ready Hrimr, open the door."

Alric bristles intensely at the insults flung at him, but says nothing. Between the flurry of mocking and outburst from Arnir and Kirio's rather casual mocking he finds he's struggling with the impulse to respond as if challenged (a challenge he's typically used to seeing resolved with blades)...

"Calm yourself Arnir, we're not asking you to descend the hole," says Alric in a condescending tone. He then shudders when he looks upon the webbed bodies again. "For that matter I wouldn't ask anyone to descend the hole. If that beastly spider detects us when we're at the lowest point... No, we...

Alric grumbles incoherently at Kirio's teasing jest then walks into the chamber behind Kirio not wanting to look like he's too cowardly to do so. He walks up to the edge of the sinkhole and peers warily down it.

Alric looks into the room over Hrimr's shoulder warily. "I'd bet good platinum that sinkhole goes down into the spider's lair. How do we want to handle this considering we just pissed on the creature's bed so to speak?"

Alric gleefully draws his sword from his scabbard and speaks the arcane word to activate it. It begins glowing with a soft greenish light that provides illumination as if it were a torch. He follows Kirio's lead, his armor chinking and rattling rather cacophonically.

Alric considers Kirio and Arnir's words further, once again impressed by their wisdom, even if it at times it comes at him in disparate flurries. "You are quite perceptive Arnir, that is what I had hoped to do as well. It would proclude having us go into it's lair and contain it enough to use...

Alric feels strangely refreshed by the abatement of the spider venoms muscle deadening effect. He nods in appreciation to Hrimr for the druidic ministration. He then looks upon Bannock's diminished figure with a look of shame-faced guilt, but says nothing. Turning to join Arnir and Kirio's...