(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/c9/e6/34c9e6ed9c65398257cec0c7ec06e579.jpg)(https://cdn.inprnt.com/thumbs/eb/d5/ebd562a93037c44c7fd21f4addeff8f5.jpg?response-cache-control=max-age=2628000)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e0/7d/71/e07d710dbd23758caebf212159a95458.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Combat Round 3</strong><br/><br/><em>Initiative</em>Taris -> Aeryn -> Duckham (Enraged) ->  Baroness-> Evita(webbed for 2 more roundz) -><br/><br/>Taris casts a mist to obscure her retreat and rushes forward, opening the door ahead of her.. it's not locked either, and leads into a small corridor and from there, to a total set of three more doors, one straight ahead, two on the east wall. However, before Taris can make up her mind how to proceed next the scorpion-noble's claws dig into the door that had half closed behind Taris, cutting through the wood with ferocious strength and hissing at Taris.<br/>It seemed that, whilest the elf had enough space to maneuvre around, she'd not get rid of her pursuer that easily.<br/><br/>Lady Aeryn, meanwhile, sighed and twirled her whip half playfully. "Well, I guess the rumours about the Marquis experimenting on his favourite toy were true." She glanced over to his fallen form, and then back to the fleeing nobles. "Was it my imagination or was that a Hawken outfit on this intruder?" She mused, stepping over to the red-haired slave that, naked though she might have been, was pretty unaffected by what was going on around her. "It's a shame we had to lose such a bright mind as his to a Hawken assasine. A shame full of opportunities. I'll take her. I long suspected that we didn't need two keys but one, and .. a marginal blood sacrifice." Lady Aeryn mused and tipped her chin, leading the capturee to the other door.. rather uncaring of the state the Marquis was in herself.<br/><br/>"You'll help me out here, right?" She cooed to the Baroness, that stared over to the fallen Marquis, then over to Evita... then nodded, with a slight hesitation. "Yes."<br/>"Oh! We could take my new friend along too, what about it, Sivila?" She cooed, then, watched Evita writhe in the web.<br/><br/>"But first." She smirked, reaching for her belt, and pulling out a purple-colored potion, to which the Baroness tensed up.<br/>"Oh.. for crying out loud.. you'll get your fill. On all fours." She commanded, and the baroness.. just droppe down, whilest Lady Aeryn chuckled, tilting the bottle over and having its contents spill onto the floor. "Lick.. good dog." She smirked a nasty smirk, stepping over to Evita whilest the Baroness tongue lapped on the substance of the floor, uncaring if that half got her messily entangled in the sticky web, or about the state of her dress.<br/>"Time to get you what you requested earlier. One ought to use every opportunity. Now, time to help you out of this web, but first, be a good girl and drink your<em>medicine</em>." The lustful elf demanded, attempting to push another purple potion up to Evita's lips forcefully if Evita hesitated to oblige her... request. "This is quite expensive to make, you ought to be grateful you amuse me enough to get your share." She mused.<br/>(I'll let you determined if she succeeds, which will prompt a fortitude save against a disease-like effect.)<br/><br/>Meanwhile, most of the nobles had managed to escape the sticky web and, at best, tried to observe the scene from afar. None had rendered the Marquis first aid and, considering Evita wouldn't get to it soon either, he was likely not in a good state.