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<blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1495204" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Grim, you fire your crossbow at the one on the right, striking deep into the left side of his neck.&nbsp; Ellimon's small bolt strikes deeply next to yours, the wound turning an ugly purple.&nbsp; Guran's arrow goes deep in the chest of the one on the right, and two of Dessa's daggers follow in rapid succession, one striking a lung, the other the gut.&nbsp; Neither of them so much as whisper, so hard did you hit them.&nbsp; They both look to be on their last legs.**Renea casts invisibility on the distraction team, and follows them through the dimly-lit, twisting corridors of Darkstone mine.&nbsp; Soon enough you arrive at what should be the overseer's quarters, though you've had to dodge the occasional running dragonkith.&nbsp; You just saw one of the half-dragon overseers, a half amethyst dragon dwarf, enter the corridor, and you've seen no one else go in or out for a couple minutes.**Renea whispers to you all.*&quot;I could put him in a mind fog then try to dominate him.&nbsp; If he fails, Ishmael could modify his memory to forget this later, and we could send him to wreak some havoc.&nbsp; Elaugaugein and Gortag could see if there are any others in there and take care of them.&nbsp; With luck, we could make them think that one of their own has gone mad.&nbsp; A bit of magic to pretend this corridor is empty and we could have several minutes to work.&nbsp; What do you think?&quot; she inquires.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Isida Kep'Tukari, post: 1495204, member: 4441"] *Grim, you fire your crossbow at the one on the right, striking deep into the left side of his neck. Ellimon's small bolt strikes deeply next to yours, the wound turning an ugly purple. Guran's arrow goes deep in the chest of the one on the right, and two of Dessa's daggers follow in rapid succession, one striking a lung, the other the gut. Neither of them so much as whisper, so hard did you hit them. They both look to be on their last legs.* *Renea casts [i]invisibility[/i] on the distraction team, and follows them through the dimly-lit, twisting corridors of Darkstone mine. Soon enough you arrive at what should be the overseer's quarters, though you've had to dodge the occasional running dragonkith. You just saw one of the half-dragon overseers, a half amethyst dragon dwarf, enter the corridor, and you've seen no one else go in or out for a couple minutes.* *Renea whispers to you all.* "I could put him in a [i]mind fog[/i] then try to [i]dominate[/i] him. If he fails, Ishmael could modify his memory to forget this later, and we could send him to wreak some havoc. Elaugaugein and Gortag could see if there are any others in there and take care of them. With luck, we could make them think that one of their own has gone mad. A bit of magic to pretend this corridor is empty and we could have several minutes to work. What do you think?" she inquires. [/QUOTE]

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