At the back, the drow musician cups a handful of something shiny, flinging it at the group.
One of his own soldiers is swiftly blinded by his magics.
Thaleron frowns. "All this smoke should hurry up and part to reveal the show... terrible stagecraft." Muttering a word, he dismisses his creature.
Growling as the world goes dark. Someone better kill him or fix my eyes so I can!
Sighing, Calm your self Dougal. He will be dealt with shortly. This is Hell. They forsake their own people for their amusement. Perhaps that can be used later.
Virgil frowns at their host as he says his disparaging remarks.
He swings again at the same target.
Standard - Activate gaze of flames to see through the fog
Move - adjust north.
"That's a useful spell. Not something I'd know yet. All I can really do is the simple things, just water and air. You aren't blinded permanently Dougal, we'll get you fixed."
She moves as she speaks, trying to give the impression that she's moving towards the drow as she circles north.
Virgil smiles at his target, shrugging his shoulders.
Lasciel deceptively circles around through the fog, keen eyes seeing through its blackness.
Hesitating, the two drow archers hold their psoition, one shifting back from Coran.
Taking a calming breath and twisting to lash out with his blade.
Dougal swings, but blinded, his blow finds empty air.
Faced with smoke, the two drow find themselves suddenly unsure; they step back, and ready blows. Thaleron shakes his head. "Delaying the action! Bah!"
Be still!
[ooc]Hold person on the bard guy.[/b]
Hesitating, half-clouded by smoke, staring down a drow archer, Coran finally reaches the last amount of courage remaining in him after so many years of bravery. He bolts, aiming for a cavern with cover from the mist.
Thaleron shakes a head reprovingly and nods to his guards. "Shoot-" they shoot "-but don't kill hi-CURSE YOU FOR WHORESONS, INCOMPETENT FOOLS!" His open hand slaps one of the drow guards to the ground as arrows fill Coran's body, sending him to the ground.
Watching amidst the other wide-eyed prisoners, someone sees an opportunity to carve out a life other than slavery.
The death of one of the captured actors shakes the apparently human woman, who had been biding her time, waiting to get more information and an opportunity to act. However, Meisha knows that Coran's death provides her with that opportunity, and her form blurs as she moves forward, becoming a tiny fox that darts out of the smoke and underneath one of the archers. Her footfalls are as quiet as she is capable of making them, and she attempts to use the dark elf to conceal her position from the others of its kind; it's a tricky bit of movement and she can't bite him just yet, but if all goes well, she'll be able to strike him whilst he is unaware of her presence.
The drow archer peers through the mists, missing the foxlike creature beneath his gaze.
Peering through the cloud, the bardic drow summons another glob and flings it at the floor, splattering Dougal, Yano and Virgil.
The bard freezes, rigid.
He manages to free himself.
Where in the Abyss are they! Someone kill that damn Mage.
Virgil grandly bows toward his target, as he swings his longsword at his neck!
Perhaps, we shall reconsider our hostilities?
Lasciel breaths, narrows her eyes, and casts forth a tiny flame from her hand as if setting a small bird alight. It lights the inside of the mist ominously as a spark shoots out to burst above the heads of the drow into sudden purple flame.
Lasciel's fire licks its way up along drow armor, burning and crisping the soldiers.
The drow archer next to Meisha knocks an arrow.
Rubbing his eyes the world comes back into focus. Grinning and stepping up to the Drow in front of him.
Seeing him not blinded, the two drow step in.
Stepping out of the cloud and as she moves she pulls a small bottle out of her bandoleer. Glaring at the Drow she mutters This is no laughing matter.