<span style="font-weight: bold">Xarces</span><br/><br/>Lying in the long grass, just beyond the circle of Poison Dusk huts, you watch the afflication take the Blackscales, and the Priestess split her force in three. “They search for me,” Shaklik murmurs to you, as a handful of Poison Dusk approach, “not you.” She leans over, kisses you fast, and you taste her fangs in it. “I'll lead them away. Go help your friends,” she says, taking to her feet and her heels.<br/><br/>{You can interrupt her actions at any point, so pull her back down, go with her, grab her, attack the PD directly... whatever you like. If you stay still though, she'll draw the PD away from you... in that case I'll roll dice to determine whether or not she escapes them in the end, or gets caught, or is able to loop back to you, or whatever.}<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Group</span><br/><br/>The Blackscale Adept roars as the Bloody Skeletal remains of one of his fellow Blackscales charges him. Clearly shocked, his club – encrusted with bright gems and other 'gifts' – swings wildly at it... and misses. In return, it leaps on him, fangs and claws sinking deep. He bites back, but there is barely any flesh on the creature, and it's collarbone slides harmlessly from between his teeth. Locked in mortal combat, he barely even notices as a crossbow bolt pierces the flesh of his thigh, and another whistles harmlessly past his ear.<br/><br/>The Poison Dusk {One} drops limp from Alizome's blade, an arrowshaft she recognises as being Aethon's protruding from his eyesocket.<br/><br/>Roused by the disturbance and the death, the Girallon roars, rattling the bars of its cage.<br/><br/>Acted this round: PD1, PD2, PD3, PD4, All warrior Blackscales, Blackscale Adept, Alizome, Aethon, Linda (?), Linda's Bloody Skeleton, Linda's guards<br/>Still to act: Xarces, Jules<br/>Damage: Blackscale Adept 23,<br/>Killed: PD1