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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Felvon Tavor" data-source="post: 687586" data-attributes="member: 9040">Everyone is able to tell where the chanting is coming from (the robed sillohoutte (however the hell that's spelled) in front of a camp fire waving his arms gives you all a rather large hint.Capallen begins advancing towards the spellcaster.  Gavin, taking a slightly smarter tact, melds into the shadows, and skitters from dune to dune towards the camp.  Jasper, settles in, and fires a crossbow bolt (10+4=14), and thanks to his darkvision, he is able to sink it into one of the Zhents with crossbows that were moving to reinforce their fellows.  She sinks to the ground with a gurgle, crossbow falling limp from her grasp as her left hand closes around the bolt embedded in her gut.  Arcanra, drops his bow to the ground, and prepares for melee combat.  Your guide, seems to think that Gavin has the right idea, and also disappears into the shadows.  Tores, once more shows his reliable nature, and falls to the sand, weeping convulsavely.  Alexander, spurs his mount into another charge towards the huddling bundle of Zhents.  One crossbow bolt is fired, and slashes by Alexander's face, laying open a bloody cut (3) before bouncing off of his cheekbone.  Then, as Alexander's destriar charges in, the terrified Zhents flee, scattering in all directions.  Then, as Alexander is turning his mount more towards the camp, the chanting reaches a crescendo, and a blob of of hissing and spitting green goo smacks into Alexander's horse's leg.</blockquote>

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