<div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/8bbb/th/pre/i/2017/017/2/2/gideon_jura_face_study_by_artofryanyee-davro7o.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darwishi</span></span><br/>Shabti Fighter(Gloomblade)/Medium (Reanimated Medium) (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1669483)<br/>26 HP | AC 18 | Initiative +2| Status: none<br/>Currently Channeling: Champion<br/>Location:  SE corner<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> TL;DR</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Passing out torches and lighting them. Instructing the prisoners to light a rope and carry down the line. Don’t stop.<br/>Passed out nine torches, holding one torch. (ALL LIT)  </div></div><br/>Darwishi had taken the torches, as well as a small gang of prisoners, distributing the torches, lighting one and instructing the man with the lit torch to help the others. He’d seen the grappling hooks, and had a plan. “Alright. I’m sure you are well aware of the Drow outside the walls. After all, some poor sod got shot by them. Never liked the man,” Darwishi was trying to lighten the mood with humor, “you’re probably wondering about the torches. Well here’s how it’s going to be. They intend to use grappling hooks to get in here. I’ve seem them, or at least heard of them. Well I don’t intend to let some namby pamby twiggy-limbed pointy-eared spider-fucker get in and kill me, and I hope you feel the same. So I’ve got a simple job for you lot. You’re going to burn any rope you see on the merlons. If one of you is shot, I expect his torch to be picked up, and his job continued. Your work is crucial for your own survival. Now that I’ve made myself clear-“ he grabs one of the torches, and drew his longsword, “I expect whatever passes for loyalty and duty from you lot. Those who die with a torch in their hand or arrow through their neck will be buried with respect. Any cowards or traitors will have their corpses chopped up and used as projectiles to fend off the Drow, or handed to the necromancer to be put back into service.”<br/><br/>His speech over, Darwishi waited nervously, grinding his teeth with impatience as he crouched below the merlons, thankful that for all their supernatural powers, they can’t shoot through stone. Not without a ballista or catapult at least.