{Going to use an immediate action to toss a Galant inspiration Alizome's way to see if we can't make that stray arrow find it's mark.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/120130">Gallant Inspiration</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2d4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span>So her new total should be 20+5=25......should that hit the 6 damage she rolled should also get the +2 from Xarces' song giving it a total of<span style="font-weight: bold"> 8 </span>damage ]  During his brief reprieve Xarces glances over his shoulder to see the others firing projectiles into the brush. He shouting a single phrase to Alizome, knowing her elven ears would pick up on the sound of his magically empowered voice. "Prehistoric beasts must fear, when Alizome the elf draws near!"<br/><br/>[and now for my turn 3ish stuff? Mainly talking and using the anti-venom]<br/><br/>Even Xarces was caught off guard by the appearance of the suddenly larger centaur, he having been fully focused on his combat with the lizardess before him. The wheels in his mind having already begun to turn even before the sudden intervention. These thoughts would only escalate as he watches the centaur's giant hands clasp around her slender body, watches as he effortlessly lifts her into the air. He hearing his words, knowing his intentions. (We need them whole.....for Linda's talents...but.....we also need someone or something to take these mules into the camp.....) these concerns float in his head for a brief moment. Solidifying into a plan, a crazy, yet potentially genius plan as he hears the desperate cries of the lizardess before him. Hearing her claims that she wasn't meat, her loud shriek as she claws, bites and struggles for her life. (Who better to deliver the mules then one of their own.....better yet would be one we could also trust.....this one, she seems rather receptive of me, why we even had a bit of chemistry going on in that brief scuffle....) he realizes as he wagers he could convince her into aiding him and his allies.<br/><br/>Of course he would have to act quick, otherwise the only aid she would be offering would be satisfying the centaur's hunger. The bard taking the liberty to retrieve the anti venom supplied to him from his pouch, and quickly administering it. He then turns his attentions on the centaur in front of him "Aethon, buddy, I appreciate the help, but lets not get carried away, she may be of use to us, just give me a moment to speak with her." he tells the centaur while he places a comforting hand upon the dangling leg of the lizardess, switching to Draconic a moment later to speak directly to her<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;">"Your not meat my dear, and I know this. Just calm down......" He pauses to glance over his shoulder. "We don't have much time, but I need you to look at me." he tells her while spreading his large feathery wings from beneath his cloak "Perhaps it was fate that guided me to you, for you see, It has been said that the bloodline of Hezcalipa flows in my veins. I mean to punish the blackscales that reside at the temple, punish them for their misdoings. I need your help though, I need you to promise you will do as I ask....... If you refuse, the centaur devours you here and now." He pauses flicking his own forked tongue into the air in her direction "Though should you accept, not only shall I spare you from his hungry belly, but  you shall also be rewarded. I can give you that which you desire, do you remember my flavor, how delicious it was, how addictive?" He teases her by lifting his hand before her face, allowing her to take in his delectable scent, her tongue to barely flicker against his flesh. "It could all be yours, the meal you so eagerly anticipated......what do you say then? Will you cooperate? Will you help me?" he asks while looking up into her eyes, offering her a warm smile.</div></div></div><br/><br/>[Shall likely take a 10 on diplomacy if you wish me to roll it giving a total of 29]<br/><br/>"Please lower her down Aethon." he softly instructs the centaur, while looking to the lizardfolk for her response.