Firvinianna suddenly begins singing a sad song in elvish that has been know to bring tears to the eyes of even hardened warriors. But these humans seem uneffected by the ballad and continue menacingly towards the woman.
"This one's a witch and speak'n in some magic language," one of the thugs says as he steps up to Firvin. He swings the handle of his rake at her and misses. Another farmhand also comes up to the singing songbird and aims for her back striking her a smart blow upon the back of her shoulder.
A grim faced man with a stubbly beard approaches Gergori and takes a swing. The warrior's armor takes the impact of the blow protecting him.
"Hold strong . . . lower the coffin on three . . . one . . . two . . . three!" Halál says to everyone. As he counts the thugs on his side coming running up homemade weapons raised. As the farmhands try to not kill anyone their blows have little effect on Halál or Marshan. The men lower the coffin but Firvinianna let's go of her end causing that corner to land in the gravel with a loud *bam*.
Marshan draws his hammer and steps forward growing in size becoming as big as an ogre. Halal draws forth his sap not wanting to seriously injury anyone. Gergori puts up his fists, although he is no pugilist he will try his best to fight unarmed.
Kendra stands in shock and awe to what is happening around the coffin of her late father.
"LEAVE you drunken fools! ... Or the buzzards shall be feasting on your entrails tonight!" bellows the "ogre".
Firvinianna, now surrounded, changes her tune (er, song rather) to one of elven courage. She shifts to the side and away from one of the local yokels, drawing her whip. She cracks her whip, giving a decent impression of a dominatrix, "You should know you place, fools." The leather coil wraps around the farmer's weapon and she pulls it from his grasp.
Gergori reaches out to grab the farm tool out of his opponent's hand. He takes a quick strike across the knuckles first and with a growl he lashes out quicker the second time and wrenches the pitch fork out of the man's hands. The thug's face becomes on of chagrin as he watches Gergori spinning his former weapon around in his hands.
While on the other side of the coffin three men take and beat at Marshan and Halál. The tengu absorbs the villager's blow, straightening quickly after releasing his corner of the coffin. The sap in his hand flicks out, clipping the man who hit him on the temple and causing his eyes to glass over. Halál allows the momentum of his blow against the first thug's head to bounce his sap back against the second thug on his side of the coffin. This one drops like a stone as well.
Marshan takes on the third man as he watches Toddy out of the corner of his eye. His eidolon's blunt teeth make short work of a man dragging him into the dirt. With a small smile he throws a series of punches with his enlarged fists, and gets a solid blow to his adversaries gut knocking the wind out of the man.
The group of thugs around the fight start to run off as they see most of their companions lying about unconscious. And the last two men in the fight, who are now both unarmed start to back away slowly keeping an eye on the group before they too turn tail and run.
Halál watches for a moment as the final two thugs flee; he then checks the coffin to see that the Professor's remains are still entirely inside. "Well, nothing like a warm reception to see the spirit off to Pharasma's peace." Finally he starts to check on the thugs he brought low to make sure they are not seriously hurt.
Seeing the others flee, he lets them go. Marshan does a bit of continuous casting, pointing at each of the thugs on the ground. His holy symbol and the stag horn rune upon his forehead flaring with white light with each casting. When the birdman starts checking the bodies, "They should be stable for the moment." Then, moving over to Kendra and whispering in her ear, "This insult should not go unpunished. Mind if I teach them a lesson? It is you that will have to live with them afterward. But, they should learn to fear the unknown."
Kendra looks to the man questioningly and sees him fetch some rope from Toddy's pack, and starts measuring it off into five foot sections. Dagger drawn... "Oh... oh no they were wrong, but... but maybe the sheriff should see to them." Kendra says not truly knowing what it is the cleric is suggesting. "Councilman Hearthmount!" she calls as she catches her wits for a moment.
Gregori watches impassively as the thugs flee then turns to watch with interest whatever this Marshan fellow is up to. With Halál checking the coffin he waits...
Firvinianna Laali
