Morwyn seems to grow larger or at least more fierce as he steps forward. His axe fails on the first blow, but then strikes the Shaman twice. A bundle of powder drops intot he flames near Pelgarth and ignites with a smaller blast than before, but it does catch Pelgarth, a warrior and an ogre in the blast. Both Morwyn and Rook feel the pressure and heat, but are unharmed by the blast. (OOC: I figured Finn would be able to drop it pretty accurately.) Casting with
care (1d20+12=18) to avoid making himself vulnerable to the raging captain, Pelgarth is briefly suffused with a pale glow and those near him see some of his wounds
close (3d8+10=24). A brace of daggers open fresh wounds, one sinking into the flesh of his cheek just below the eye. Two more dagger whistle past to set those behind the bar ducking. Two warriors
close (3d8+10=24) at Rook on his perch, but flail and sword both miss the elusive black man. The flail very nearly strikes the ogre instead. Another warrior steps forward to
jab (1d20+4=11) unsuccessfully at Radoon with a trident. The remaining warrior
hammers (1d20+4=14) at Morwyn with a heavy mace, but misses his mark. Marienna's sharp voice can be heard above the din of battle as she reads from a scroll. The paper shatters into confetti in her hands as she says the last arcane word, her reserves spent. All the members of the group however are touched by the warmth of her magic as the mass cure takes
effect (2d8+11=25). The first two Ogres try to bring their
clubs (1d20+8=9, 1d20+8=12) into play against Morwyn and Rook, but neither can get a hit. The third Ogre looses his massive
javelin (1d20+5=25) at Finn, but the wound is not as
critical (1d20+5=8) as the large weapon could have been
1d8+8=10. The ogre behind the bar lets
fly (1d20+5=21) with another javelin at Rook who feels it pass perilously close to his head. Rook notes that the Ogre behind the bar bears a striking familial resemblence to the one he is currently atop. The three crossbowmen behind the bar start
shooting (1d20+3=16, 1d20+3=11, 1d20+3=12), but though the air is filled with bolts, no one is struck.
OOC: Okay Rook you're up!