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(we should probably apply the results of my dodge roll to Susqueek, seeing as he was on lizard-back the whole time I was charging through the outskirts of that fireball. Call it 5 hp loss for him, maybe? Unless this is another of those "I have no constitution stat. Tumble roll is my hp!" vampire characters...)

Lloish scans the area around him hastily, trying to stay oriented on the elven noble.

(spotting at +12. There was a little bit of a skill point shuffle when I re-created Lloish, so it may not be completely consistent with previous spot checks. But it is still balanced.)

You see the group that contains the leader, but cannot make out details, but you see the leader's outline and daises. The swarm is doing its thing.

Lloish continues to bear down on the group. "I cannot quite see where the leader is. Would you be good enough to point him out to me, my courageous shoulder-rodent friend?"

Lloish hastily scans the group again, looking for three distinct targets: the faerie-fire outlined leader, the caster of the fireball, and a standard bearer. (spot +12) As soon as he enters range (I'm assuming that they're pretty close by now, and I have far shot, bringing my range to 45,) he fires off two darts (rapid shot) at whichever one he sees. The leader is a priority target, but just bringing down some of his men is good enough for me at the moment.

((much better roll))
You are within firing range, but you still fail to see the leader. You do see some who look like rather important targets, one waggling his figures at the battle. Four targets look important out of the pack, none apparent are the leader.

(I'm going to assume the two elves I hit were dropped for the duration of the fight...or should I post the stats for spiritgargle poison again?)

Loading two new darts into his blowgun, Lloish continues his charge to within 30 feet of the command group. He continues trying to spot the commander (who is outlined in faerie fire. It should be like spotting a Christmas tree... Still +12 to roll.) Meanwhile, he whispers to Susqueek "Just say the word, and I'll toss you into the fray. The last thing they're expecting is an airborne Scaven."

well, if you arent doing nything for the round until unconciousness:
The fellow drops to the ground, clawing for air, poor armor design working against hist attempts to get the snake off. For this turn, the snake must focus on getting him to a point he is out of combat fully. Aleran's force now outnumbers the opposing side 3 to 1 and is losing men slightly slower. Victory in this skirmish seem inevitable.

(Lloish isn't really rolling to toss Susqueek. It's more that he's going to assist him if he makes a jump check.)

"He's getting away!" Sighting on the faerie fire shrouded figure, Lloish starts running again, skirting around the group of elves to try and get closer.

(Ideally, at the end of his run move, Susqueek will hurtle through the air and tackle the elven commander. Nothing tells an army to back off like "I've got your leader and knife-point.")

Meanwhile, Ne Pah hisses to himself with satisfaction as he drags the unconscious elf out of the melee. If the man isn't wearing armor and looks to be equal or less than a gazelle in size...well, Ne Pah hasn't had a nice warm meal in a while. Otherwise, Ne Pah will coil up on top of him possessively and wait for the Thanatos' one-sided combat to resolve.