((OOC: DM Post))

The magical whisperings conjured by two of the party sent the ruffians at the head of the pack sliding backwards along the ice, one skidding along the floor while the other dancing upon its surface. The other two goons slid forward gingerly. The masked figure placed a hand on the crystalline stones that hung on his belt, whispering an incantation in a language lost to time. A perfect copy of him appeared directly in front of Ulor and attempted to whack Daisy with its staff, but it missed by a wide margin. At this close range, it was easy to tell the state the cloaked figure was in. He appeared to be a tiefling of some sort, but his skin was withered and greyed as if left out in the sun for eons. The copy sneered at the group, preparing for another attack.

Meanwhile, the ratfolk slithered along the ice with care, drawing daggers from beneath its cloak. He took up position alongside his leader, and with careful aim, pinpointed Ary, Daisy, and Ulor, the latter of two just beyond easy reach. The daggers flew, one striking in Araerys's gut while another hit Ulor's shoulder. The third whizzed past Daisy's ear. An inch closer, and it would have been nearly deadly.

Mechanics:
Araerys takes 16 damage from a critical hit, while Ulor takes 7 damage.

Affected: [@corneredbliss], [@Oraculum], [@Ermine]

Next: [@Ms Ravenwinter]
[h3][url=https://i.imgur.com/lxyp2jW.png]Battle Map![/url][/h3]