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The canvas tent whips open and then topples over as Arnir, half-dressed and groggy, emerges into the midst of a surprise assault by lizardfolk. He scans the area, quickly rubs sleep from his eyes with the back of one hand (which is holding his bow) and raises the other with a pointed index finger towards the largest enemy.
"Well would you look at the size of that one," he says, "I could have quite the trunk made from that scaly hide."
Then, through a stifled yawn he speaks incantations and a blinding arc of electrical energy blasts forth from his pointed hand. The surrounding area is briefly illuminated and the human members of the party can quickly take in the numbers and approximate locations of their attackers before it goes dark again. The ray strikes the large black lizard man and courses across its body before finally discharging into the ground. The beast lets out a scream of pain and rage, but does not falter.
[sblock="for Arnir"]Arnir, the creatures around you are three different species of Lizardfolk. These creatures are land dwelling, but can hold their breath for unnaturally long periods of time. They make their homes in swamps and hunt for meat to eat. The large black one is known as a Blackscale and asides from being very strong and tough, it also has a natural resistance to acid. The four carrying tortoise shell shields are standard lizardfolk and are otherwise unremarkable. The last two with bows are known as Poison Dusks who, as their name implies, enjoy using poison on their arrowheads and spears. They most commonly use giant spider venom which, once introduced to the body, weakens and reduces the target's strength. [/sblock]
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