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Morvannon finds himself surrounded by snarling beasts. *Too many teeth!* *ssss. nothing wrong with teeth* *Easy for you to say!* Morvannon takes a hesitant step away, then turns to move more swiftly towards the massive figure of Vrrsk't. One of the wolves snaps at his heel as he does so...

Sounds good to me, if you're confident enough in your ability to keep us all upright.

Gellan takes a slightly more circuitous route, going "south" around the large boxes in the middle of the room, while peering into the shadows to watch for threats. 1d20+6=14

Gellan waits behind the shifters, holding his weapons at the ready. Kicking it in sounds good to me.

Woo, nice rolls on the Thunderwaves! *high-fives Oni*

Gellan looks at the tied-up rabble. "Let us hope that what he knows is what there is to know." Leaning down to Wendel, he adds, "Do not try to cry out and warn your fellows. If you do, we will be going back to option 1." Nodding to Gloom, he holds his weapons ready as the group moves towards...

*you're going to make me upset again, aren't you* *I can but try. Here, taste the wolf* Morvannon sidles in close to the pack of canines, placing his patron's mark on a wolf as he comes closer. Then he raises his hand in a gesture similar to Magnus's earlier move, taking in a deep breath and...

Is he gesturing further east, towards M-12, or more northwest, towards where Raj went down?

Might want to flip your move and minor actions, so you've got Stone's Endurance up when you take any OAs you provoke.

Gellan shrugs. "That depends on you. You have property that does not belong to you. We have been tasked with retrieving it. It is not required that we kill you in the retrieval, but it is not forbidden either." The halfling squats on his heels in front of the bound man, a tan'gat across his...

Gellan helps the others drag their erstwhile foes to a quiet corner of the alley. Making sure their bonds are tightly secured, he pokes Wendel in the nose with his boomerang. "Hey. Time to wake, friendly one." The area around M-9 to N-12 looks fairly out-of-the-way. And Gellan's maybe feeling a...

"We are away from the street. These saw fit to set an ambush here. I think this is private enough," says Gellan as he works to restrain the unconscious humans. I don't know what (if any) rules there are in 4th ed. for tying up/restraining prisoners.

Morvannon watches in growing horror as the new threat approaches. Oh gods, please see me through this... he thinks as he moves out to face the foes. The familiar sight of green symbols cover the nearest hyena, then a curious gesture from his left hand sends a sheet of flame roaring over the...

Let's tie up the goons, to start. Every adventurer's kit has 50 feet of rope in it.

Still shaken from the death of the guard, Morvannon looks up at the sound of the dogs and attempts to hide himself behind one of the large shrubberies before they arrive. However, he stumbles over the edge of the walkway and barely catches himself before falling. Move to L-14 (retain Shadow...

Seeing the bald man flee down the alley, Gellan dives and rolls through Wendel's legs, tripping him up as Gellan rises. Wendell falls, cracking his head on the pavement and falling unconscious. Gellan pursues the other human down the alley, circling around him with a snarled, "Going somewhere...

"What....you....I said *not* to kill them!!!" Morvannon looks around, appalled at the carnage. "Gods, we'd better hope they *were* involved in the attack..." he mutters, eyes wide.

Gellan grins fiercely as the bald human's attention is drawn by Thorn's spear. Dodging and weaving, he presses forward, his tan'gat whirling in a dizzying pattern. His movement ends with a double slash, striking both the bearded man and the remaining dog. Move: Walk to L-7, then to M-8. Raj can...

Have Thorn take a swipe at the bald guy, Raj, and Combat Challenge him, then Gellan will slip by while he's marked and go mix it up with the other one + dog.

Morvannon swears under his breath. "This is going to get ugly..." Stepping quickly forward, he gestures to send the mark of his patron over the body of the wounded guard. A bright purple bolt of energy shoots from the rod in his hand to slam into the poor fool, nearly rendering him unconscious...