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<blockquote data-quote="GladiusNP" data-source="post: 2034687" data-attributes="member: 10574">A slight fumble.&nbsp; Secrets discovered.Caedren waits, holding himself still.&nbsp; For a brief moment, it seems that the orc may almost not be able to see Dravis.&nbsp; Caedren moves his grip slightly, the sweat making his grip feel greasy.&nbsp; Accompanied by sudden muttered curse, he feels the arrow suddenly slip from his calloused finger.&nbsp; Cursing under his breath, the half-elf looks on in dismay as the Orc spots Dravis.Aerlyn watches Fallon take wing, his wings beating heavily in the still midday heat.&nbsp; Her attention snaps back to the orc.&nbsp; The final syllable is almost on her lips before she completes the thought &quot;Not again.”&nbsp; Her spell moves more quickly this time, and strikes the orc, who reels in surprise as the silvery bolt takes him in the shoulder. Dravis’ eye lock with the orc’s for one brief moment.&nbsp; With that, the burly young man hurls the jug upward towards the orc.&nbsp; It spins upwards, but arcs away from the wall.&nbsp; Dravis leaps aside at the last moment, avoiding the failing container.&nbsp; At that same moment, Caedren’s arrow flies through the air, whirring lethally.&nbsp; It ricochets off the rim of the orc’s shield, knocking small fragments of wood into the air. This is not enough however, and the orc falls to the ground, landing with a resounding crash.&nbsp; Caedren is already running towards the door.&nbsp; Fallon swoops in towards Aerlyn’s shoulder, landing easily in a rush of air.&nbsp; Aerlyn stumbles slightly, but keeps running towards the door.&nbsp; Dravis looks down at the jug’s contents – a slick, pungent type of oily green moss.&nbsp; It hisses and eats at the grass, growing larger for a brief moment.&nbsp; It then suddenly begins to shrivels – for no apparent reason.&nbsp; Dravis suddenly remembers his mentor telling him of this – it is green slime, and dies in sunlight.&nbsp; And then his attention is drawn to more pressing concerns – the horn in the watchtower is being blown.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; (OOC Init - Aerlyn 7, Caedren 13, Dravis 6, Orc Sentry 13.&nbsp; Caedren rolled a 1!&nbsp; Aerlyn hit for 3 points.&nbsp; Dravis missed with a (14 –2&nbsp; +2= 14&nbsp; - he needed 15)&nbsp; Reflex Save 13 to dodge the contents of the jug.&nbsp; Fortunately, this is a surprise round! Caedren beat the orc in a 2nd roll-off to hit with a 22.)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GladiusNP, post: 2034687, member: 10574"] [b]A slight fumble. Secrets discovered.[/b] Caedren waits, holding himself still. For a brief moment, it seems that the orc may almost not be able to see Dravis. Caedren moves his grip slightly, the sweat making his grip feel greasy. Accompanied by sudden muttered curse, he feels the arrow suddenly slip from his calloused finger. Cursing under his breath, the half-elf looks on in dismay as the Orc spots Dravis. Aerlyn watches Fallon take wing, his wings beating heavily in the still midday heat. Her attention snaps back to the orc. The final syllable is almost on her lips before she completes the thought [I]"Not again.” [/I] Her spell moves more quickly this time, and strikes the orc, who reels in surprise as the silvery bolt takes him in the shoulder. Dravis’ eye lock with the orc’s for one brief moment. With that, the burly young man hurls the jug upward towards the orc. It spins upwards, but arcs away from the wall. Dravis leaps aside at the last moment, avoiding the failing container. At that same moment, Caedren’s arrow flies through the air, whirring lethally. It ricochets off the rim of the orc’s shield, knocking small fragments of wood into the air. This is not enough however, and the orc falls to the ground, landing with a resounding crash. Caedren is already running towards the door. Fallon swoops in towards Aerlyn’s shoulder, landing easily in a rush of air. Aerlyn stumbles slightly, but keeps running towards the door. Dravis looks down at the jug’s contents – a slick, pungent type of oily green moss. It hisses and eats at the grass, growing larger for a brief moment. It then suddenly begins to shrivels – for no apparent reason. Dravis suddenly remembers his mentor telling him of this – it is green slime, and dies in sunlight. And then his attention is drawn to more pressing concerns – the horn in the watchtower is being blown. [COLOR=Purple](OOC Init - Aerlyn 7, Caedren 13, Dravis 6, Orc Sentry 13. Caedren rolled a 1! Aerlyn hit for 3 points. Dravis missed with a (14 –2 +2= 14 - he needed 15) Reflex Save 13 to dodge the contents of the jug. Fortunately, this is a surprise round! Caedren beat the orc in a 2nd roll-off to hit with a 22.)[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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