Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140105152222

Jack had silently clambered up a tree and was now looking down at the little Thalmor encampment, trying to decide which one he should strike first. The leaves of the gnarled tree concealed him from the view of the elves, so if he was quick enough, he could take out at least four of the elves before anyone knew where the knives were coming from. Unfortunately, four elves wasn't nearly enough. There were at least a dozen elves milling about the camp, plus the two that Daithi and Byran had strangled.

Jack crept forward just enough so that his allies could see him, then looked over the Thalmor to try and find his first target. An unlucky elf walked over to the edge of the swamp, unaware of the fact that they were being watched. Jack quickly applied some exotic venom onto one of his knives and threw said knife into the Justiciar's leg. The Justiciar pitched forward, paralyzed and quickly falling asleep. He probably wouldn't wake up until daybreak, so long as nobody stepped on him. He motioned for Daithi and Byran to wait for his signal before jumping the camp.

(Billy indeed approves of Novo. That is more or less what I had in mind.)