24—Hedowin
23—Bregan
21—Talas
20—Drekhad
16—Chevri
4—Blackscale Adepts
Hedowin moves swiftly down the hallway, having identified the threat that faces his allies, and sends two silvery darts flying down the passageway to strike the lizardfolk spellcaster.
Bregan tries to line up a shot, but is unable to find a trajectory through the chaos in front of him. (He delays).
Talas moves in to engage the new arrival, but even as his flail seems destined to strike solidly against the lizardfolk’s skull, it is turned aside by an unseen force.
Drekhad shakes off the magical command and steps into the guard of the lizardfolk, but his blade skitters off the dark scales of the creature’s thigh.
Chevri steps forward and begins to cast a spell of summoning.
With the look of a novice juggling flaming brands, the first lizardfolk maintains its defensive focus as it speaks a few words of power and reaches out to touch Drekhad, its hand glowing with a gray light. Its hand slaps down on the cursader’s arm, and he feels the draining power of necromancy drive into his flesh. (Fort save, please).
The other lizardfolk continues to swing its club at Drekhad, having identified him as the biggest threat. Its strike is true, and he takes 12 points of damage. It then bends down slightly and sinks its teeth into the flail-wielding duskblade, biting him for 5 points of damage.
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