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Alric's chest palpitates weakly as his heart attempts to resume the flow of blood to his charred flesh. Just for keeping track, Alric is at -4hp

Alric howls in agony at the touch of the foul inquisitor. The grip on his sword wavers and he nearly drops it, though somehow the agony abates without killing him and he looks the inquisitor again. Now it is obvious, the inquisitor must die, or he will very shortly. Alric makes a desperate...

Alric eyes the inquisitor a moment acutely aware of how intimidating and formidable the inquisitor looks compared to himself. "Give up?" Alric sidesteps to the side of the inquisitor (5ft step to Q21) attempting to cut off his avenue of escape, ya... he needs escape. and brings his sword in a...

A sword at his back and man of black magic to his front. Alric curses his luck to be in such a predicament. He also has mixed feelings of Torrent's entering the fray. "Torrent you fool! This is tactically incorrect!" After he says it he realizes how absurd the scolding sounds. Though in actual...

At the command word of the Inquisitor Alric's eyes bulge in amazement as he feels compelled to move his legs in the opposite direction he really wants to. His face twists in agony as he fights the conflicting compulsion, and he mutters something incoherent as he attempts to will the foreign...

Haddin going down, his bloody mess being towed inside and the ringing of steel brings Alric into focus. The din of battle doesn't excite him or cause him undue fear but there is no hesitation in his thoughts and action. He dashes for the doorway to cover his comrade in arms' flank. Though upon...

Alric stands up and readies his shield, cursing that there had to be an interruption to the first solid cup of tea he's had in a while. At Bannock's chivalric display Alric gapes in amazement for the brashness. If the inquisitors originally thought Haddin was alone that notion would be well...

Alric shows uncharacteristic composure at Arnir's snide comment. He simply sits up from his bedroll and flatly states: "A simpleton like me doesn't like murder per se. I don't do it for fun. Nor wenches. Certainly not books! But I've murdered those who deserve it and I've occasionally done it...

Alric sighs heavily, seeing his profit from this situation suddenly becoming nothing. "You see a way of taking that book without killing him? Hmpf. Well, I suppose by your latest retort you've devised some method of taking it and can do it without my help. Probably thievery of some sort. I...

Alric's eyes widen at Arnir's outburst, then narrow. When Alric speaks, his voice obtains an edge, it drips with venom he was taught to have against mages growing up in Ragesia, "Haddin has done nothing to me and I admit that I like Crystin, but not enough to go murder a man. And for a...

"You are too kind Crystin, though I believe that will not be necessary. I will take my leave. Farewell." Alric bows deep and exits the room. He feels both stirred by Crystin's sweetness and beauty and saddened that she will likely die in a few days. He does meet her eyes again as he walks out...

Alric goes to the threshold of Crystin's room, politely not walking in as he was not invited and politely bowing and thanking Crystin for her gracious hospitality. Alric knows what its like to live under harsh, regimented parenting, his own father having been a military man, and it doesn't seem...

Alric listens to Kirio's words about the wizard intently. He doesn't understand domination magic, but it does perturbs him. In this manor he decides to trust in Arnir and Kirio. Alric knows that Haddin has showed them honor in hospitality. Still, the wizard's attitude and this speak of...

Alric, having taken the last watch, has already awakened and fully armed and armored when everyone begins to stir. As his vigil loses its usefulness, he goes to tend to his steed, saddling it up, feeding it, and wondering what will happen to it after they reach the fire forest. He eats a small...

While riding Alric then tries to remember some tale or song of ages past to pass the time. He believes he recalls the details of a dirge and begins to hum it to the beat of his horses hooves. At the camp site Alric lashes his horse to a tree with the other horses but stays for a moment to...

Alric accepts the coin from Kirio with only a nod of his head for gratitude, though not impolitely, simply curt. Then he turns to regard the party at large after listening to Hrimr and Arnir's exchange with a slight chuckle, "Well, now that we're all very good friends, and dead and condemned to...

Alric takes a couple days of rations and adds it to his pack. He then takes his share of horse feed for his heavy warhorse. "These horses are a boon! If anyone needs help saddling their horse and preparing for the journey I will assist. Only 3 to 4 days of feed, but they should get us to the...

"A camp? Possibly nearby? Astute observation Torrent! A camp, protected or not might provide useful spoils. Does anyone have the skills to track the horse tracks back to their origin?"

"Cowardly..." Alric mutters under his breath shaking his head. He sheds no tears for Kathor, though some part of him believes he deserved to die with a sword in his hand. Alric muses that he has some idea how the elf survived 214 years, though wonders why he has not suffered from the vengeance...

Alric scowls at Lars in disappointment. "Why do you doubt his words? There are many from my homeland who owe allegiance to Coaltongue but not the High Inquisitor and who left for a life of mercenary work. I am one of these. Do you doubt my allegiance as well? If you must kill him because you do...