[b]Mags:[/b]

Despite knowing that there were bloodthirsty Rogs just outside the inn, Mags couldn't resist one last frantic gulp from the dipper, pouring the rest of it over her head. The water dripped down her face, washing away the dirt in tiny rivulets. She felt better than she had in a week. Resting her hands on the bar, Mags slumped so that her curly hair brushed against a jar of moonshine. Her face went slack, and the sounds of the howling outside faded to a dim droning.

[i]Okay... Rogs. Servants of the Dragon? Could be.[/i]

She categorized the aches in her body, more out of masochistic curiosity than anything else. It was a little impressive how something so small could hurt in so many individual places.

[i]Only way to find out is to take one of them alive.[/i]

There was a splinter that had been pulled out from the rough edges of the bar, and Mags spun the little jag of wood between her fingers, thinking and focusing.

[i]Which means to make sure the rest of them[/i] aren't [i]living[/i]

The splinter broke off between her fingers, and she tossed it away as she walked out from the bar, slowly rolling her neck. She paused only to pick up a strong smelling jar, sloshing the potent liquid inside. 
Her heart thudded as she pushed open the batwing doors, squinting against the smoky light.

[b]"GO!"[/b]

And nearly stumbled back inside as she watched a giant bear fling itself at an equally massive troll. 

[i]Merciful gods.[/i]

Rogs were already streaming past the troll and the bear, rushing towards a man wielding a staff. Tracking a flash of movement, Mags saw arrows arc harmlessly past a hunched young woman standing on the balcony. The woman was hunched over, concentrating on something in her hands. 
Further down the street stood her new friend Settione. It was good to see him, even though he looked terrified. He was holding two daggers limply in his hands, and it didn't seem that he was brandishing them properly.

Already the mosaic was starting to form- the swirling colors leading her forward. A small part of her mind noticed how much more vibrant the colors were being. And it was easier to reach the magic, somehow. Like she was being helped. 

[color=00a99d]Ainth's Misanthropic Assemblage[/color] A viscous, foul smelling green liquid formed on her finger tips, and she tilted the bottle so that the goo funneled into the bottle, dissolving into the moonshine until it was all one substance. Gagging at the smell, she struggled to keep the jar steady as the goo dripped down.

[i]I saw lots of flies around here because of the bodies. Hopefully the alcohol in this should spread out the effect of the Assemblage.[/i] 

A glance down confirmed that the arrows still laid in the abandoned quiver on the steps. That would come later, however. 
The next part was something that she had never even thought to try before.

The mosaic flashed brighter, she had to cast the magic now or lose control over the spells completely. 

[i]Here fucking goes.[/i]

[color=ed1c24]Phaflasta's Predatory Fusillade[/color] 

Mags tossed the jar lightly into the air, and then focused the spell onto the jar, lobbing it forcefully down the street, arcing high as it neared the crowded Rogs.

[color=0054a6]Lasnatza's Dismal Veil[/color] And now the mosaic burst into one final display of color as the interlocking spells finished it's work. 
A sickly green fog began billowing from the jar as it neared the Rogs, spilling onto the streets. 

Mags let out a little smile as the jar shattered against the ground and more fog began to fill the streets, causing some Rogs to stop what they were doing and cough. 
She had drawn the fog from the moonshine from the jar, and since that had been infused with the Misanthropic Assemblage, the fog now was irresistible to the entire towns insect population, who would come swarming ([i]haha[/i]) towards it, causing much consternation and confusion among the Rogs. 

Looking away from the quickly growing fog in the middle of the pack, Mags saw a flicker of movement as the woman on the balcony flung something towards the Rogs. 
[i]Is that... A rock?[/i] 
An even faster blur chased after the rock, breaking it and sending smaller pieces flying across the street. [i]I guess as a distraction, falling rocks aren't the worst thing in the world.[/i]

A few of the Rogs had seemed to notice her, since they were rushing towards her and shooting arrows at her. 
[i]Better get going, then.[/i]

Hopping down from the steps, Mags drew her dagger and began beating a quick retreat towards Settione, hoping that he could help her fight off the Rogs. 
Further down the street, the fog seemed to be stalling, hanging limply in the air. There were flies, but they were moving slowly, lazily. [i]What the hells had happened?[/i]