Gripping her sword tightly, Mairan nods in agreement. Stepping back around the corner, she looks back at her companions.
"Here we go," she says. With that she charges into the room, swinging her sword at the closest ratling.
This vast hall is clearly the main encampment of the residents. Animal skins, beds of fur, small chests, and miscellaneous trinkets lie strewn
about amidst a staggering amount of rotting filth, with many of the small humanoids moving to and fro throughout the room. More than a dozen red-glowing eyes look upon at the group, full of alarm, anger, and fear. Diminutive females and their young recoil and clutch each other. The warriors begin to take up arms.
Mairan's sword slashes through the first adult ratling she sees, neatly severing its head from its shoulders, sending it flying into one of the noxious heaps of trash around the room.
Putting an arrow to string, Valana quietly follow Mairan into the hall. After witnessing the woman's charge into the room, she fires an arrow at one of the visible ratlings, but her arrow goes wide over their heads, vanishing in another pile of trash.
Mata steps out beside Valana, crossbow raised. Aeshen moves ahead of both of them, rapier drawn, eyes scanning the scene.
Mata fires a bolt, but she does no better than Valana: it cracks against the far wall, loud but harmless.
Aeshen creeps toward Mairan, protecting her flank, his rapier tip flashing in the gloom.
Ella, gripping her quarterstaff, stays near the rear, watching and waiting.
Thurst brings up the rear and takes up a defensive position near the apprentices, making a quick scan of the situation and adjusting accordingly. He does some quick math, sighs with disappointment, raises his gun, and fires. A ratling squeals and goes down.
At least four more adult ratlings are arming themselves with rusty weapons or clubs with nails run through them.
[sblock=ooc]Mairan does 8 points of damage to ratling #1, killing it dead.
Thurst does 4 points of damage to ratling #2, killing it dead.
ROUND ENDS.[/sblock]