<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;OUTSIDE (PREVIOUS ROUND)&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>For someone who was unconscious and bleeding not ten seconds ago, the goblin is a surprisingly lively fellow. At the very least, he has an impressive lung capacity... and quite a vocabulary. A shame Dagnyr and Larynn can't understand a word of it. Fortunately, Dagnyr has a talent for giving unmistakeable instructions, and even goblins speak Gauntlet.<br/><br/>"Mei'hswei! Ka'rik'na kiande amedh<span style="font-style: italic">aourgh...</span>" the goblin gurgles around a cheekful of steelshod cuff. With a wordless groan, he crumples back into a small, smelly ragpile at the gnoll's feet. It doesn't look like he'll be waking up anytime soon.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;BOATHOUSE&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Mareth staggers back with an unladylike grunt, clamping a hand to her midsection around the protruding shaft of Dagnyr's arrow. She can feel the warmth of blood beneath her fingers as she tests her wound, flowing from the deep puncture, though not as quickly as she'd feared. Her thick dress and girdle must be stanching the bleeding, at least for the moment.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Good,</span>she thinks, straightening carefully.<span style="font-style: italic">That'll save me from having to find a healer at this hour.</span>The sorceress winces as her entry wound throbs from the movement, but fails to notice any new blood - another good sign. She won't be doing herself any favors running around like this, but it should be safe until Garrus can treat her properly. Speaking of which, he and Leena should have been back by now...<br/><br/>As if on cue, the stairwell behind Mareth echoes with the sound of rapid, padded footfalls, announcing the return of her much-needed backup. The wolf himself appears in the doorway a second later, his twin swords sheathed for the moment as he adjusts the linen-wrapped bundle strapped to his back.<br/><br/>"I've got the goods," Garrus rumbles. "Leena is still up getting Zeb, and there's... blood?" The lupine pauses, sniffing the air for a second before zeroing in on the shaft between Mareth's splayed fingers. A hint of concern flickers across his stolid expression. "You're hurt."<br/><br/>"Only a little," Mareth replies, smiling weakly. "Nothing you can't fix, I'm sure. But first we need to take out that fake krura..."<br/><br/>"Chomper," White Fur interjects. "I remember his smell, now that he's letting it slip. And it looks like he brought his partner." She nods her head out the window toward the blue-haired tiefling sprinting for the cat warrior's side.<br/><br/>"Then I'd better keep them busy," Garrus says. Striding forward, he plants a foot on the windowsill, then draws his longswords and gives each a twirling flourish. The wolf and his blades seem to move a little differently as he completes the motion, although it would take a keen eye to grasp the significance of the change. "Cover my approach," he adds. "And for shades' sake, try not to get shot again."<br/><br/>Mareth nods and steps aside, weaving another string of gestures and syllables. To her right, White Fur does the same as she draws and douses herself in yet another vial of grey water. Both women shimmer in the lantern light, and then fade from sight entirely...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Garrus channels his bestial heritage and begins shifting!<br/><br/>Garrus casts a spell.<br/>Mareth casts a spell.<br/>White Fur uses an extract.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;ROOFTOP&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Zeb's serpent half coils tightly behind him as he begins to crest the ridge, poised to strike the moment his rooftop invader presents himself. And there<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>an invader; of that he's sure. Though his eyes and ears find nothing as he scans the forward slope, a tingle of gut instinct - or rather, the unconscious tensing of his scuta - tells him that something, or someone, is occupying what was definitely empty space a moment ago. Whoever his mystery guest is, he's good; had it not been for the impact of his landing, Zeb might never have realized he had company. Strange, then, that he would have announced his presence at all, unless his dramatic entrance served some other purpose - a psychological trick? Intimidation?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No... distraction.</span>Zeb curses, realizing his mistake as the blue-haired girl's whistle reaches his ears. He turns back to the alleyway just in time to see the tiefling fleeing the alleyway, straight for the bow-wielding krura and his companions in the main street. Only she isn't fleeing; she's falling into formation next to the big cat-creature, who's already begun to pepper the housefront with arrows of his own. No question about it; the naga has been played... and still is. To deal with the tiefling girl now, he'd have to expose himself to the rooftop lurker... assuming he hasn't been spotted already. Is it worth the risk?<br/><br/>"Hey, snakebutt. Pick a target, will you?"<br/><br/>Zeb turns, slightly shocked to find Leena standing at his side and glaring at him with the same disdain he'd given her a moment ago. The idiot werekin he's used to dealing with is entirely absent from that look; transformed into something sharper, meaner, more bestial... and a hell of a lot scarier. He's seen her put on her game face like this dozens of times, but it never ceases to amaze him how quickly the she-beast can come out of nowhere...<br/><br/>A warning growl begins deep in Leena's throat, jarring Zeb out of his brief reverie."Right," he says. "I'll take the blue one." Coiling into a shooting posture, he takes a deep breath and steadies his aim - or tries to. The judgmental presence at his side is every bit as distracting as the threat of ambush had been a moment ago, and the naga's focus is off. He looses his first arrow a second too late, and pegs the ground at Alyssa's  heels instead of the extremity shot he intended. Adjusting his aim upward, he nocks and looses a second arrow, this time catching the tiefling squarely in the shoulder.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Zeb's Longbow #1: 1d20 (9) + 13 = 22, miss<br/>Zeb's Longbow #2: 1d20 (16) + 8 = 25, hit<br/>Damage: 1d8 (7) + 4 = 11</div></div></div><br/>"Hmph," Leena sniffs. "Not bad. Guess I'll start with our<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>guest. Now, where was he..." Flexing her needle-clawed hands, the werekin steps over the ridge and slowly saunters forward, pausing every few steps to sample the air through flaring nostrils. An inquisitive sneer curls her lips as she catches a particularly powerful scent, and her slitted golden eyes settle on Kaelen's chimney hideaway; not quite meeting the ophidian's own eyes, but definitely too close for comfort.<br/><br/>"There you are," she purrs. "Whaddya say, mister chimneysweep? Wanna play?"<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Leena activates shifting... and rage!<br/>Leena spends a move action to note the direction of Kaelen's scent. She doesn't know the exact square he's in unless she comes closer.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;STATUS SCROLL&gt;&gt;</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Alyssa HP: 54/70 (77%) [AC: 25 (+2 armor, +1 deflection, +4 Dex, +1 dodge, +7 Int), CMD: 30 (32 vs. grapple)<br/>Dagnyr HP: 41/86 (48%) [AC: 21 (+9 armor, +1 Dex, +1 natural), CMD: 25 (27 vs. grapple)]<br/>Kaelen HP: 49/69 (71%) [AC: 24 (+6 armor, +1 deflection, +6 Dex, +1 natural), CMD: 25 (27 vs. grapple)] [1 negative level]<br/>Larynn HP: 68/68 (100%) [AC: 21 (10 + 6 Armor + 0 Dex + 2 Natural + 3 Deflection), CMD: 20]<br/><br/>Garrus HP: 100% [AC: 23 (+4 armor, +4 Dex, +1 dodge, +3 natural, +1 shield), CMD: 28 (34 versus vore]<br/>Leena HP: 100% [AC: 22 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +3 dodge, +4 natural, -2 rage), CMD: 29 (31 vs. grapple)]<br/>Mareth HP: 81% [AC: 18 (+2 Dex, +2 armor, +4 natural), CMD: 15][invisible]<br/>Zeb HP: 80% [AC: 20 ((+4 armor, +1 deflection, +3 Dex, +1 natural, +1 shield), CMD: 28 (30 versus grapple)]<br/><br/>White Fur HP: 100% [AC: 18 ((+3 armor, +2 Dex, +2 natural, +1 size), CMD: 22 (24 vs. grapple)][invisible]<br/><br/>Goblin Hunter HP: 0% [unconscious]</div></div></div>