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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 3799322" data-attributes="member: 37105">The moment Grondar moves, the elf in front of him lets fly with his crossbow bolt.  The bolt punches through Grondar's chain shirt, but the metal links turn the head, and Grondar takes only a slight graze along his left side.  The elf drops the crossbow and whips out a rapier to meet the thug's attack.  Down the street, the elf on the wooden boardwalk also fires at Grondar.  This shot strikes more true, but again, the thug's armor turns a death blow into a lesser wound.  Then, Grondar is into the alley and attacking.  The alley is narrow, and the elf can't bring his blade up to defend himself properly as Grondar dodges around the water barrel and swings his sap with skull crushing force at the elf's thin jar.  The weighted leather smack's into the elf's face with a loud crack!  The elf slams back into the wall, slumping down to the ground.  His hand goes slack, and the rapier clatters to the cobbles.Magyar peels his eyes against the night, desperately looking for the elf captain.  Down the street, two more elves emerge into the light.  One of them must be the captain.  From where he is concealed, Magyar takes careful aim with his bow.  Without the light provided by Colmarr's globes, he would not be able to see well enough to aim with deadly precision, but as it is, he picks his spot and fires.  As the arrow leaves the bow, he knows his shot is true.Troth lunges at the elf in front of him.  His blade strikes the elf's leather clad chest.  Normally, the blow would not have had the strength the pierce the leather armor, but with a power born of bloodlust, Troth grabs his opponent's sword arm, takes another step forward, and drives the blade through his enemy's body.  The elf has a black cloth covering most of his face, but Troth can see the eyes glaze over and the head roll back.  The body goes slack, and the barbarian lets it slide off his sword into the street.  With a cry of aguished rage from behind, the second elf slashes the barbarian's exposed back.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, Troth knows the wound is quite serious.  It is by luck alone that he is still standing.  But he is still standing, and his rage is still hot.Colmarr begins to sing, an oddly encouraging sound in the deadly night.  Naomi clings to his left arm, but he manages to produce a dagger in his right hand, on the ready.  The elf down the street who took the second shot at Grondar has dropped his crossbow, pulled a rapier, and is bearing down on Colmarr, blade flashing in the bewitched light.  Denther, seeing Grondar take down the first elf, turns to this new threat, whipping out his longsword and charging to meet the enemy, wielding the weapon in both hands.  Encouraged by Colmarr's song rising behind him and spurred on by Naomi's whimpers, he swings true, breaking through the other's guard as the elf hastily raises his sword to block.  Denther's sword comes down at the join between the elf's shoulder and neck.  Blood spurts, showering Denther, as the elf collapses to the wooden boardwalk. The elf on the right side of the street has finished reloading, and he fires his weapon at the singing gnome bard.  Colmarr ducks, shielding Naomi with his body, and the missile once again passes harmlessly overhead, this time so close that he can feel the wind of its passage.  The elf drops his crossbow and pulls his rapier, moving to join the fray.The elf who had stopped to check on the fallen elven bard, seeing his comrades cut down, charges the gnomish bard, swinging for all he's worth.  The swing goes wild, however, and now the elf is in range of Colmarr's dagger.Magyar's arrow, released so long ago, finds its target, blossoming from the breast of a very surprised looking elf.  The elf falls to his knees, collapsing into the dust of the street.  The elf who had emerged from the shadows on the opposite side of the street cries out in elvish and runs to the fallen elf's side, quickly administering aid. [sblock=Elvish]"Captain!"[/sblock]In the middle of the street, Malachi is stirring, but he hasn't gotten up yet.</blockquote>

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