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Lucian Lucian swings wildly at the snake while trying to back up, before realizing that there's no where to go. "A thankless child would be an improvement at this point, old maxims to the contrary," he mutters.

Lucian Lucian's expression flickers to absolutely blank for a moment when he sees the gold, then returns to its usual placid, affable expression. "Certainly, Raven. This, at least, is a task I can accomplish, even if handling coin directly was considered beneath my beloved brother." His gaze...

Lucian Lucian listens to the discussion with a slight air of impatience. "Discussion on this point seems fruitless. While I, myself, am willing to follow whoever can get me out of this predicament, we seem to be blessed with an excess of those who have recognized their own leadership...

Hmm. It reads like the wolf took an AoO against Morn...is that right? If so, why? The wolf doesn't have reach, does it? Similarly, Aaman's entire move was a 5-foot step, so he shouldn't provoke an AoO, correct?

Lucian Lucian watches, bemused as various people run one way and the other; he starts to lower his guard when the wolf retreats, but snaps back to attention when the goblin appears. After a moment's pause, he addresses the goblin. "Tsk. What a heroic sight, the lone defender holding off more...

Thank you; I've always considered myself a devotee of the nearly lost art of litote. --Lucian Fellheath Thanks! I'm having fun with this. --Doug Dawson

Lucian Lucian continues to hold himself ready, in case the wolf advances. "Goblins, hobgoblins, orcs. Pit traps, wizardly traps, illusions. Secret doors with wolves behind them. I almost think this Zanzer fellow doesn't want us to leave his hospitality."

Lucian Lucian steps back against the wall. "Well. Of all the things to find behind a secret portal, a wolf would have been fairly far down my list." Realizing he has nowhere to go, Lucian draws his sword and stands ready in case the wolf emerges. Looking at Tanarel, Lucian clears his...

Lucian "Magical? Really? How nice." Lucian takes the ring out of his pocket, scrutinizes it, and returns it to his pocket. "Now, Tanarel, perhaps you could go ahead and do whatever manipulation of that torch you had in mind. As it happens, I suspect that this direction might be a fruitful...

Lucian Lucian moves up to join everyone else in the final room they've found. In response to Geramon's comment, he murmurs softly, "One, two, half a dozen...as long as we can make it out of here, I'll be happy to go along." Lucian takes a potion and the ring, putting them in his pockets...

Lucian "Right, called to arms, I move forward into the breach once more...or I would if the people in front of me would do likewise. Well, they also serve who stand and wait. And wait." Lucian continues to wait for a chance to advance, planning to do so as soon as he can.

Lucian "And lo, the mysterious author of all our ills shows himself," mutters Lucian. "Warrior or not, I'd like to introduce him to my blade...but alas, I am far from the conflict and for that matter, I don't even have my blade at the moment." Lucian waits for the situation to become more...

Lucian "Good Celpher, it seems I am making progress, albeit slowly. Perhaps you could use my blade to extricate Morn from these most unpleasant strands. I would do so myself, but I fear that if I did so, I might become entangled myself, and thus unable to help liberate anyone."

Lucian Lucian looks at his comrades, wrapped in webbing. "Mmm. This seems to be rather a sticky situation. Geramon, can you hear me? If these are magical, will they just go away on their own eventually, or are they permanent? And if we set them on fire isn't that likely to, well, hurt the...

Lucian Lucian stands at the edge of the pit. "Well, this is definitely awkward, whether it indicates a response to our attempted exodus or not. Rope would be useful...wait a moment. I nearly think I remember something..." Lucian returns to the interrogation room to get the rope that was...

Lucian Lucian frowns slightly. "So, is this a trap that is always ready--in which case, I am forced to wonder why our opponents did not fall prey to it; is there some mechanism for bypassing it which they knew the secret to?--or has it been activated from elsewhere to catch us? In either...

Lucian Lucian continues to try to move forward. "Onward, onward, friends. Press the foe, and let him understand the inevitability of our victory." He pauses. "Mmm. I rather like that, but it might be a bit too over the top, I'm afraid. Geramon, can you see to helping our fallen healer?"...

Lucian Lucian ponders the situation. He wasn't very good with his sword, true, but it's an odd situation indeed when you find yourself behind the wizard. "I'd guard the rear, if there were any other exits besides the one we're taking," he murmurs.

Lucian Lucian gives Geramon a pained look. "Enough of these foul canards," he mutters. He stands ready to assist, but is unfortunately blocked by other party members. (OOC: Well, if I'm reading the situation right, he's blocked. If not, he acts, either to pull Morn to safety or to attack.)

Lucian Lucian waits at the end of the hallway. He gave a half-grin to the wizard. "As you say, Geramon, the fighting can be left to the experts. Nevertheless, it behooves us to stand ready to provide assistance should they fall in battle." Lucian stands ready to either advance and help or...