Once again, Delia allows the group to largely pass her, stepping into a more comfortable position closer to the back. After all, the more people that the ship defenders had to go through (Literally or figuratively) to reach her, the better off she was. Despite the direness of the situation, the penalty for failure at this point...there was also a certain thrill to it. Storming the ship, taking it over little by little, it...reminded her of SOMETHING. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on, something tickling at the back of her mind...<br/><br/>...Not that it really mattered at this point. Pushing the nagging thought from her head, Delia follows the rest of the group, only stopping when the light of the sun pours down upon her from above. She didn't particularly care for sunlight. Darker hours, when the moonlight spilled around her like silken curtains, the stars scattered across the sky like a thousand blinking eyes, THOSE were her hours. Yet...after so long, even the sight of the sun was a welcome one, and for a second Delia roams her hand through it, sighing gently as it warms her skin just slightly. Freedom was so close - they just had to survive long enough to claim it.<br/><br/>A prospect that was looking...iffy, at best, especially considering they still had soldiers to protect the deck, and even getting their heavy-hitter, Chira, up on top was going to be a chore. Still, they had to start somewhere - and it looked like this was it. With a last, envious look at Chira's food-swollen and slightly squirmy midsection, Delia whispers " Gotta get Chira up there, and I have no blade. Someone has to cut the rope, or lower it somehow. I...will try to distract them."<br/><br/>"So, I don't guess there's any chance of all of you just laying down your weapons and giving in, hrm? Would sure make it easier on you...!" Rather than actually waiting for a response, Delia starts to sing, softly at first, but little by little growing in volume. Again, the little group feels...SOMETHING, a sort of hotness in their blood, a focus of the mind that is both incredibly odd, and even slightly distracting. Everything springs into clarity, slight movements of their captors above, details of the ship...<br/><br/>'This is your last chance...<br/>...to throw down your arms...<br/>...Go ahead, give in...<br/>...To my infernal charms...<br/><br/>...Cast a...blind eye--"<br/><br/><br/>In this moment, Delia points towards the woman who seemed to be the mage, or the first mate, that was talked about - and in the flash of an eye, a brightly colored flood of sparkles covers the area, flashing miniature strobes before her eyes, and all those around her.<br/><br/><br/>((Delia resumes her song as a move action!  Casts 'Glitterdust' on the mage as her standard action. It should hit her, all three crewmen around her, and the soldier beside her!<br/><br/>DC is a 17 will save, or be blinded for 7 rounds. They get a new saving throw every round to break the blindness!<br/><br/>Also, still have a little haste remaining! :3  ))<br/><br/>Stats<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;">AC - 15<br/>CMD - 20<br/>CMD Vs Grapple/Swallow - 23<br/>HP - 52/52<br/><br/>Spell Resistance - 18</div></div></div>