My favorite, te grey-skinned, white haired Legolas will enter from 115N0E and start doing what he does best... Looking for his dwarven friend, he start his count: "ONE!!!"
Schwiff! The bird dodges the arrow this time! (Rolled 15)
The bird flies to 25N0E, descending to a height of 15 feet. Suddenly the elf's eyes are filled with a shower of brilliant colors reflecting off the bird's feathers.
The elf falls unconscious! (Rolled 4 Will save)
The elf never wakes up (the bird claws him to death) and is teleported away after 5 rounds.