(OoC: No, sneak attack is an ability.)
"<Mephit's tongue!>" Sigrun curses quietly in Infernal. "A psuedodragon. That... isn't good. I've got a plan, though."
She reaches into a pouch and pulls out a small bit of wax. She says a few words, and seven Draconic voices seem to resonate from the psuedodragon's head. Together, they create a condescending chaos fixated within the poor thing's head.
"<Failure of the noble race.>"
"<Look at how little it is! It's almost... cute. Disgusting.>"
"<It may be useful if insects
ever become adventurers.>"
"<Ha, ha, ha! This thing
calls itself a dragon?>"
"<It uses poison
? Such pissant behavior.>"
"<Why does it obey those stupid
The last voice is clearly louder than the others, and seems to be an elder red wyrm's voice.
"<Insolent whelp! Your very existence defiles our name. You are nothing but a winged lizard, and those humans dare associate you
. Go back to your filthy humanoids. Should we ever see you, You will... surely regret it.>"
The voices repeat, over and over again.
(OoC: Ghost sound, fixated inside of the psuedodragon's head. If possible, it will follow the head's movements. This is an attempt at mind games, so an indimidate check may be appropriate, at your discretion.)
She then returns behind the wall, out of sight.
(OoC: Five foot step and all.)
"Or even worse are those times when I catch myself trying to twist his message to make it say what I want him to say, and then only hearing that. This can be a very subtle thing, and it is surprising how skillful I can be in doing it. Just by twisting his words a small amount, by distorting his meaning just a little, I can make it appear that he is not only saying the thing I want to hear, but that he is the person I want him to be." -Carl Rogers