Permit Amulette to make a distraction of dark arts

One truism that had been proven time and time again throughout the realm's history: nothing is more distracting than a group of skeletons popping up at your door. As such, Amulette set to work, raising her hands and writhing her fingers as though manipulating a puppet's strings. Instead of using any sort of thread or wire, you saw black mist begin to trail down from her exposed fingertips, pulling into a low-lying cloud that spread across the dirt outside the barracks. Slowly, one bony hand emerged from the darkness... then another... and another! In no time at all, she'd generated a squad of skeletons.

Of course, this number of skeletons would be totally insufficient for facing off against the mass of guards that were packed into that barracks, but they didn't need to know that. The skeletons and the lingering threat of more being summoned would be enough.

"Now, my minions, merrily make noise with those musty, moldy mandibles!"

The skeletons began clattering their teeth and rattling against the outside of the barracks with their skeletal fists, making an utter cacophony. The guards, along with anybody in the nearby vicinity, would be drawn quickly to the west side of the barracks to investigate.

"Eastward bound, my beloved bond-bearers."

The three of you scampered as quickly as you could for the east entrance, which should soon be unguarded due to the commotion elsewhere. {if Belit = True}

"Is that all those bags of bones are good for? I always pictured 'em being a little more dangerous," Belit scoffed, moving quickly to the front of the group.{endif}{if Bangaal = True}

"What a silly ruse! If noise is all you needed, you could have just relied on Bangaal! She is truly an attention grabber!" your djinn companion boasted. That she might be, but you had a feeling her chaos magic would make even more of a mess.{endif}{if Helmid = True}

Helmid brushed her orange braid behind her as your group reached the west door. "There was a time where paladins wouldn't suffer creations of the dark arts to live, reanimated as such. We paladins were duty-sworn to banish the undead, after all. Nowadays, we recognize that the so-called 'dark arts' are not only employed by demon-kind and demon-friends, but I must say... It's still rather unnerving."{endif}{if Liens = True}

"Boneheads," Liens remarked idly, as she struggled to keep pace with the comparatively nimble witch. It wasn't clear if she was insulting the skeletons or the guards.{endif}{if Rosary = True}

"Oooh, I'm not used to running quite so much! P-Please, slow down! I'll be left behind!" Sister Rosary begged, jiggling all over in a way that was honestly pretty distracting as she struggled to keep pace with the comparatively nimble witch.{endif}