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Alric listens to Kirio's translation of the journal and his explanation of the history behind it thoughtfully. "So, Shahalesti is responsible for the burning of the forest. And it speaks of something upstream that would bring them to justice. Is this significant to us? It is in the opposite...

Alric reddens and blusters slightly at Kirio's friendly mocking. Then gets back up, picking up his sword and shield. His reddened bluster curls into a slightly embarrassed smile and nods to Kirio. "Quite right Kirio, and Torrent. Mayhaps my fatigue has narrowed my attention span. Perhaps in...

Alric picks up the 2 shortswords and leaves his old dusty sidearm behind. "These may be useful, if not will fetch us a good price." He then moves to lay out his bedroll in the bottom of the tower and begins having some rations and water before turning in. "Lars, once everyone is in, can you...

"I can carry some weapons as well. Though I have no need of any of them as yet."

Alric starts in surprise at at the poor bard's misfortune in stumbling upon a trap in the door. Then seeing that Kirio isn't dead Alric clasps his shoulder with a smile, "Seems the owners," motioning to the corpses, "don't appreciate uninvited guests. Are you alright my friend? Would you like to...

Alric looks up at the slender tower. "I agree with Hrimr. We all require respite. Let us see what lies within the tower." Alric walks up to the oaken door of the tower and knocks. Chuckles to himself, realizing it's absurd to knock in such a place and then attempts to open the door.

Alric turns to the flaming eyes after the party has voted in clear majority. "Very well, we will seek the forty-tongues."

Having lived the life of a mercenary, Alric is familiar with the necessity of ending another's life as part of the job. Whether they deserve death or not. He sighs and resigns himself to the fact that this situation is no different. Addressing the rest of the party, "I don't see a choice. It's...

Alric whispers to Lars. "Perhaps we should meet these 'forty-tongues'. There may be another side to this story that may shed some light." Alric turns to the flaming apparition, "Suppose these forty tongues hold you captive for a good reason. Would it not be foolish to leave you in captivity...

Alric sighs heavily, exhausted and in no mood for more devilry. His face is a stoic one with a hint of annoyance and fatigue, but it masks the knot in the pit of his stomach. His face is a mask covering the the fear of whatever this mysterious and obviously potent power is. "A compelling...

Alric, having been thankfully dowsed of flames of the stag wishes no more of his comrades to suffer the same. He redoubles his attack on the stag attacking torrent (in V8)

The heat and blood loss makes Alric feel like death, though impending death sends adrenaline through him. He fights on feverishly. "Torrent, we must try to focus our attacks. Let's bring down this one first." (indicating the one in V8, directly in front of her) and with that he brings his...

Alric moves forward to U7 and attacks the flaming stag Lars shot.

Alric gazes up in terror at the spear of cinder forming above his head. Hefting his silver sword (expecting devilry), he backs up 20ft from the tip of the spear toward the felled trees and readies to attack anything (other than his party members) that comes within range of his blade. "Everyone...

Alric pulls his sword and readies his shield. He looks in the general direction that Lars is pointing, waiting for attack.

Sweat pours down Alric's pasty, unshaven face. He leans on his sword, breathes heavily and his eyes are heavy-lidded. By the look of him, he looks as if he'll collapse and take his rest on the ground here. "Thanks Hrimr," rasps Alric. "I agree with Torrent, we should not tarry in this place...

Alric gapes at the rapidly dimming flames of the barbazu's teleport spell. He doesn't know if he should curse the cowardice of the thing or be relieved it isn't scything through his other shoulder. It is a moment before Alric notices the flame-wreathed hound standing beside him and growling...

Alric howls in pain as the devil's glaive sinks into his shoulder. He hears Bannock's words but his instincts tell him to keep pressing on the barbazu. "We have to focus our attacks Bannock, bring him down as fast as we can!" A +2 to attack is not going to help bad rolling ;) Alric grits his...

Alric sees the flash of flame out of the corner of his eye and hears the roar of the devil as he's struck by Arnir's lightning. Though he has all the confidence in his party members, he knows the bearded devil is far more the threat than these blubberous abominations. Knowing he's putting...

Yup, Alric's in that one. Nice aim Hrimr :P ... Just as an aside, it might make our GM's life easier and pick the CORNER of a square when placing a spell AOE origin. Don't pick the origin in the center of a square.