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Wulfcyen's eyebrows shoot up at Links' words and he turns very serious and interested eyes on Nuria, wondering what her thoughts are.

Seeing the pair return, Wulfcyne emerges from the building the group had been hiding in and joins them, speaking quietly yet urgently, 'We must now be leavin' quickly. Lady Nuria had the right o' it wit' her earlier plan. 'nother route may be best a' present. I suggestin' we take sum Horses by...

ooc; seriously! some great scenes! this group has done quite a bit of growing since we started! Wulfcyne secures the papers, stowing them in his pack before readying his shield and trident to defend them with extreme prejudice.

Wulfcyne snorts in amused futility as the 'forged runs off. Turning to Koh'Tara the warrior watches the majority of the group disappear into the Trongs of people and asks, 'Wha' should we be doin'? I ain' so sure we be safe waitin' here. Though we two could be defendin' this here buildin' easily."

Wulfcyne gladly takes the papers and tries to shield them from the sight of any who may be watching. Still, the warrior looks to Links and asks quietly, 'Good luck ta ya, shielder.' Moving to Koh'Tara, the Warrior gives the Wise Woman a look saying 'what now?'

Wulfcyne's jaw actually drops in complete astonishment as the 'forged bodyguard emits a proverbial mouthful.

Wulfcyne steps directly in Nuria's path, blocking her progress as he states, 'Hand tha papers over afore ye go, Lady. As fer 'pologies, mayhap ye should be askin' Koh'Tara an' Links how Makharat even got ta be on this here mission. Cause I seem ta 'member me stickin' my own damn neck out fer...

Wulfcyne arches an eyebrow at the Wizard's bravery, clearly impressed and continues to passively let the scene unfold. Though the warrior's actions were the impetus for the party's current situation, the human seems secure in the fact that none of the group has called his character into question...

Grunting as he nods as if some internal question has been answered, the broad thickly armored warrior hefts his gear, snatching up his trident. Without another look at Makharat, Wulfcyne lumbers across the chamber towards the returned pair, placing himself behind Nuria and next to her 'forged...

Turning in a slow circle, sweeping the area with keen eyes, Genithar hopes that all is still at peace. Shifting to gaze up at Thral'K, still atop the statue, to make sure the hunter is whole, the Wizard turns back to the levers. Letting the arrow slip down to meet the bow in hand, the thin elf...

ooc; nice, awesome.

Seeing the mighty shifter struggle to wrench the levers against their mechanisms, Genithar further suggests, 'Try moving only the second lever up.' ooc; is Enlarge still active on Shade'?

Becoming uneasy as Nuria flees the situation, along with his meal ticket, but not seeming surprised in the least as Links stomps after her, Wulfcyne holds his ground in the dingy retreat the group has been using. The large warrior's scarred face is stoic as he awaits Koh'Tara's reply, though...

Stepping further away from where the Ogre appeared, and the statue and general that Thral'K is currently perched on, Genither suggests, 'Push all of them up.'

Smirking as Makharat's ire is raised, Wulfcyne seems amused by the tiefling warrior's words and is obviously unfazed as he glances to Koh'Tara, Links, and Nuria for their reactions.

Arching an eyebrow at Nuria's continued pampering of the Tiefling, Wulfcyne shrugs the situation away, though his shield is in hand, as he remarks, 'I be ready ta go. I may be knowin' someone, though me thinks ye should be findin' someone ye trust, lady.'

Wulfcyne bristles at Makharat's words, bends to pick up a piece of near by dirty refuse and then chucks it point blank at the Tiefling's face. improvised throw, self imposed -2 to attack (1d20+4=24) ooc; nice! :p

Genithar takes a few steps back to the South, away from the Levers and the Statue, remarking, 'Lady Shade', will you do the honors?' and raises his bow, an arrow notched and ready.

Squinting in thought as he scratches his head, the warrior suggests, 'Mayhap we send yer ring to yer friend by way o' someone down here? Ye could be payin' them somethin', neh?'

Jerking his head away in surprise and giving the large female a mock look of wariness, Genithar explains, 'It seems we want to turn the statue South. But it seems moving some levers makes others move automatically. Difficult to calculate and control such variables. If the pulling the left down...