[sblock=ooc]Now, now, it's perfectly possible to get through adventures without a healer. My reguler Eberron group's only spellcasters are a bard and a psiwarrior. It's pretty hard to get a TPK in Eberron at lower levels what with being able to spend action points to stop bleeding, or spam them like mad to get near guarenteed hits. Worst comes to worst you can always pool your funds together for a wand of cure light wounds.
As to how easy the encounters will be for rogues, that would be telling... But yeah, you may want to aim for surprise rounds, just don't expect me to hand them to you on a silver platter like this time.

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Reacting to the sudden outbreak of violence shrieks erupt from the crowd, most of the assembled dragonmarked begin to run back to the larger crowds putting out the other fires, leaving only a few lingerers brave or dumb enough to stick around.
Predictably enough Silvanon's second arrow flies wide, shooting off into the inferno. The kobold he missed makes a high-pitched cackling noise... which turns into a deathgasp as Bennit's arrow digs into its stomach. It falls to the ground, twitching for a few seconds, then going limp.
The warforged looks around, surveying the carnage. It's eyes fall on the halfling, then the gnome lying in the mud.
"Master Robillan! You are in danger! She's got some of the-!" As it shouts, it runs forward, leaping off the edge of the burning floor and lands gracelessly, about 10 feet in front of Weapon. The cobblestones beneath crack under the weight of its adamantine frame.
The sole remaining kobold on the frontline turns around, distracted for a split second by the new arrival. A costly mistake, as it allows Alysina to escape. Darting back a few feet, she darts towards the crouching halfling and fires off a torrent of colour. The halfling girl is blasted back, knocked to the ground by the spray. She writhes on the floor just like the kobold.
Weapon, taking advatage of the kobold's loss of focus, swings his axe in an attempt to take off the its head. Only a desperate, split second twitch saves it. The kobolds leaps back, away from the warforged... and into the loving embrace of Brelach's morningstar. Brain and blood leak out of the hole in the lizardling's head at it collapses in a heap.
The final kobold looks at the carnage, the bodies of it's comrades around him... and screams with rage. Displaying none of the cowardice often attributed to its race, it charges Arvin, screaming out a battlecry in frantic draconic;
[sblock=draconic speakers] The kobold's thick accent and bestial, yapping voice makes it hard to be certain, but it seems to be crying:
"Glory to the prophet! Death to those who would oppose destiny!" [/sblock]
It leaps for Arvin, and the surprising show of braveness actually allows it to get a hit in
(Arvin take 2 damage), unfortunately for the kobold, Arvins counter-strike takes is fatal, the Seren's axe digging deep into the beasts chest. Bones crack, and the kobold goes limp...
OOC: All the kobolds but one are now dead, and that little beast is still out like a light from the colour spray. Same with the halfling. Arvin has taken 2 points of damage from the final kobold's kamikaze charge as noted above, but aside from that you've no injuries. The gnome continues to bleed but is still alive. The warforged is currently standing 10 feet away from Weapon, Brelach and the gnome. You have no idea what it's going to do next.