Streets of Port Verge (nighttime) – Vhir, Glasia
Vhir and Glasia press on quickly through the wet night, the determined kobold leading them through the dark streets towards the other inn with a thoughtless ease. Almost as soon as they left the main boulevard, the young woman noticed her form was becoming visible again. She was at first a mere trace under the light of the streetlamps they were striding past, but the spell faded quickly and she soon returned to full visibility. Without time to stop, Vhir led them around two more corners, and the glow of the Argotch Inn came into view at the end of the street by the docks.
A few people had gathered on the wet paving stones across from the inn windows, by the look of them would-be patrons of the adjoining bar. They seemed to be hesitantly assessing the movement within. As a young girl and an annoyed-looking halfling approached, they quickly looked nervously about and then continued on their way up the street and back into the dark city, as if they had seen nothing.
Argotch Inn, Port Verge (nighttime) – Doral, Carver, Partash, Dragen, Morika
Pausing only momentarily to witness Morika’s startling entrance, Doral resumed his focus on the careful words of his incantation. Once again the struggling bugbear’s mind yielded to Doral’s spell, further breaking his resolve against the warforged. Seeing that his spell had done its work, the beguiler slipped quietly towards the sleeping man on the floor near the desk.
In a surge of retaliation to Doral’s unseen assault and to the slowly winning warforged, the bugbear let loose a growl of haughty defiance. This time he purposefully locked arms with his metallic foe, and pulled Carver’s abdomen downwards to meet his swiftly approaching knee. Nevertheless, the bugbear’s attempt to knee Carver and escape was in vain, and his kneecap rang loudly against Carver’s sturdy adamantine armor. He loosed a small string of unintelligible curses and clenched his teeth, tenderly dropping pulling his leg back to shield his wounded knee.
Carver, however, would not allow such an opportunity to pass, and he unflinchingly kicked the bugbear. Sure enough, an adamantine boot made contact with the bugbear’s leg, shattering his kneecap. The bugbear held none back in his ensuing cry of pain, now well beyond words.
The others made short work of him. Partash thrust the blunt wooden handle of his mace into the bugbear’s hard skull again, pushing him down towards the ground forcefully. The bugbear’s scream was reduced to a deep and guttural howl. Then Morika followed suit with lovely wrought-iron candelabra she found by the stairs. The smoke from the five candles, which extinguished as she swung, traced a wide circle through the air, and the curling ironwork left a near-perfect impression copied onto his forehead.
The bugbear’s last groans quieted as the warrior fell unconscious, emitting only a faint rasping breath. Everyone else stopped, their minds and bodies momentarily subdued in that moment of suspended time that follows every intense fight. Yet seemingly immune to such effects, Dragen strode casually over to the fallen woman, peered down at her faintest dying breaths, and coolly put another arrow through her throat.
The quick thud broke the silence, and marked the end of their first battle together as a group. Before anyone could move or speak, however, there was a sudden rush of motion as the terrified goblin darted out from behind the front desk and sprinted for the front door.
“By the gods, in my own inn!” He swung open his door, and then nearly ran into a halfling who was hurrying in. Argotch stopped momentarily to stare in confusion at his new guests, before yelling emotively at the halfling, “In my own inn!” and continuing on into the rain.
There was another pause as the newcomers looked over the wreckage and blood smears that were once an inn lobby. Only Partash could see through Vhir’s guise and recognize him immediately, though Doral quickly figured formed a guess that it was him by his slightly odd and familiar posture and gait.
[sblock="Final Combat Info"]Doral Kinsman
14 HP
AC 17
AP 7
Mindlinked
Carver Banderelli
33 HP
AC 20
AP 7
Bull’s Strength
Partash
22 HP
AC 16 + 2
AP 7
Minklinked
Shield of Faith
Dragen Kessler
37 HP
AC 16
AP 7
Morika Kevsecks
34 HP
AC 12 [no armor or shield]
AP 6
Shifted
Sickened
Vhir
21 HP
AP 7
Disguised
Glasia Domarus
11 HP
AP 7[/sblock]
