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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 1959634" data-attributes="member: 143">Chapter 301The companions turned in time to see the evil assassin murder Fario.  With the doorway directly behind her, she danced lightly back to stand half-in the portal.  “Time to go, heroes...” The woman staggered roughly forward, back into the chamber.  The source of her sudden shift became evident as Hodge appeared in the doorway, his burning axe flaring as the flames charred the assassin’s blood clinging to the blade.  “Goin’ somewhere?” he asked. The injured assassin spun around, snarling at the dwarf.  “You cannot hold me!” she said.  She opened her mouth to speak the words of a magical spell...And screamed, as Arun smote her.  The strike was perfect, backed by a combination of divine force and physical power, and the evil woman crumpled, driven to the ground, her sword clattering from her hand as she lost consciousness.  Beorna lifted her sword to finish it. Mole had been too... preoccupied... to deal with the situation between Jil and the others.  Entangled with the halfling, she wasn’t able to land a critical blow, busy as she was in trying to keep him from casting some unpleasant spell upon her.  He spat at her—ooh, yeah, that’ll hurt me, she thought—but was a bit more concerned as he worked a hand free and pointed his wand at her. Not wanting to see if she would have more luck resisting his magic this time, she snuck her leg through his, and twisted against the back of his knee.  She had leverage, and while the force wasn’t great, it was enough to break the tenuous grip on the wall that his magical slippers gave him.  The halfling tried to break free as they fell, but Mole rode him down, and made damned sure that his head was the first to hit.  The two fell apart with the impact, and to her surprise, the halfling got up.  At least his face was bloody, though, his nose smashed in from the collision with the floor.  “Die!” he screeched, hurling a scorching ray at her.  The flames washed over her, and hurt.  Hurt a lot—but if the halfling thought that one spell was going to take her out... well, one spell this time...“Um... I’d say your time is up, wizard,” she said, with a glance behind him.  To his credit, he didn’t fall for the ruse, but then again, it really wouldn’t have mattered.  Dannel’s arrows slammed into his body, one after another, and when he slumped to the ground, he looked like nothing more to Mole than her mother’s old red pincushion. Dannel spun around just in time to see Beorna raising her sword over the stricken assassin.  “Hold!” he shouted.  As the templar turned to him, a look of incredulity on her face, he added, “Maybe just this once, we can keep someone alive for questioning, eh?”As Arun bound and gagged their prisoner (after stabilizing her with a trickle of divine power), Beorna covered Fario’s body with a cloak.  After looking back to make sure Mole was okay—she was already looting the halfling—Dannel turned to Hodge, still standing in the doorway. “I thought you were guarding the prisoners?”“They ain’t goin’ nowhere.”  The dwarf spat.  “Yer didn’t say yer wanted ‘em left awake.”</blockquote>

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