<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Dhampir Alchemist<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rei<br/><br/>Lucien nodded, quite unnecessarily, at the brunette's words. She was off as soon as she'd finished speaking, and even if she'd remained, he was doubtful that she could see as well in the dark as he could. So he followed, slightly hunched but all the more silent as he watched her every move. He had to admit an appreciation for the way she skulked through the darkness, and even more for the way she sliced through her enemy with nary an alert. She was like a panther, sleek and nimble--near liquid in motion--and stronger than she appeared. And strength he appreciated even despite himself.<br/><br/>But, he realized, this could be an effect of his potion. There was no doubt an element of her own training and skill in the execution--a beefed up amateur could accomplish little in comparison--but the thought of his influence pleased him from an academic perspective even as it cooled his level of awe.<br/><br/>His thoughts, calculating and not, were interrupted soon enough by more creaking manifesting, growing louder. Closer. He reached into one of the many pockets inlaid within his cloak, unfastened it and pulled free another bottle. The liquid inside was as green as the earth, and glinting with pleasant blue flecks within. This potion he held as he righted himself, standing calm and casual while the creaking grew louder. Louder.<br/><br/>He heard a rattle of alert, and just after, the training dummy stepped round the corner, arms breaking from their stiff, starfish-like positioning to ready for battle.<br/><br/>Then he flung the bottle. It flipped once. Twice. And...<br/><br/>BOOM!<br/><br/>A burst of greenish blue flame engulfed the wooden being, scorching and scarring it deep as Lucien watched on with a slight frown. "Another failure, but a useful one in the end," he said, taking out his notebook again to jot down results. "It may get noisier now, but I'm sure we can handle it. Just let the potion sweep you into pure adrenaline." With a reassuring nod that was not at all reassuring, he readied another two bottles of 'healing potions' and prepared to give the young human backup, just as a trio of creaking dummies stormed from the dark in their rickety, comical way.<br/><br/>"Oh, and try not to explode."