Vemuz: You swing your axe like you were felling a tree, chopping deep into the runner's side. He backpedals away from you, clutching the gruesome wound with blood-slicked hands...
...only to back up straight into the half-orc's spear. It enters his back and explodes out his chest. A spray of blood flies into your face. It brings to mind the good old days on the Ocean's Bounty, almost...
(OOC: That last attack was 8 hp of damage. You have taken 13 points of damage since the fight began.)
Malachi: The bird bobs its head to you, graciously recieving your thanks, then spread its awesome wings and spirals out the window.
You turn and spear the Twiceborn's opponent, stabbing him so hard that you can feel the spearpoint entering his back and exiting his chest. He sags to the ground, dying gruesomely. His companion, faced with a terrifyingly massive harpooner in full fury, and you, the brutal-looking half-orc who just skewered the runner, turns and heads for the door.
Malthas: Upstairs, there is a small room. hard, spilintery beds decorated with shackles line the walls, but the room is empty. You suspect this is where the canchinged sailors were kept until they were smuggled aboard a ship.
Bimzoole: You stuff powder and bullets into your musket, but there seems to be no need. All the runners are dead or gone. The fire, meanwhile, is hungrily gnawing at the ceiling timbers.
Jonah: You prepare to draw your weapon from its hiding place, but all the runners are dead.
Nicodemus: The sailor looks at you in agreement, and runs to fetch Captain McCrenshaw.
All: Even as you all make for the door, embers start raining down on you. The ceiling timbers are glowing and appear to be much weakened.
