[Going to toss Xar's forts save in along with some flavor text<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/119968">Fort</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">15</span>soo close >.< ]<br/><br/><br/>As the arrow grazes past, Xarces would glance down at his arm to see a sliver of crimson surfacing from a small nick in the otherwise pristine flesh. (Got lucky there...) he figures, flashing a confident smile at the female lizardfolk. Though as his powerful heartbeat circulates the debilitating toxin through his blood stream, Xarces would feel the strength begin to sap away , his blade seemingly much heavier then it had ever been before. (This can't be good....) he realizes that this must be the effect of the poision Surkil had warned them about.<br/><br/><br/>[so that brings him down to  10 (16-6)  strength and 8 (12-4) con<br/><br/>40 hp minus a temp 10 from con loss  =30hp-2dmg should bring him to 28 current hp.]