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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ringmereth" data-source="post: 3108644" data-attributes="member: 33915">Doral, wand still in hand, dashes into the room, skirting around the edge of the room and out of the reach of the bugbear. The thug thrusts his sword out, but quickly withdraws it; he seems to deem defense more valuable than the runaway beguiler. Kinsman leaps up the stairs, taking them two and three at once, and is at the upper landing in a moment. A short dash carries him to Morika's quarters. The beguilers knocks and yells, ignoring a distressed elven patron of the Argotch cringing at the sound of the melee downstairs. On the other side of the thick door, Morika's mind wades into conciousness, albiet prematurely. As the shifter turns her head to the sealed portal, pangs of agony spark through her head, but the urgency in her companion's voice brings her into an impaired conciousness.Downstairs, Carver bashes into the vicious bugbear, who attempts to stave him off with a quick sword thrust, only to strike at a obtuse angle, deflecting the blade away and leaving him off-balance as the Warforged grabs the goblinoid's arm in a viselike grip. The two cross morningstar and longsword; with a snarl, the bugbear pushes back at Carver--but the artificer holds his ground and holds the enemy's arm tenaciously.His beady eyes indicating some surprise, the bugbear killer tries to twist his hand and the shortsword in it into Carver's joints, Muscles shaking, both grapplers struggle over the blade. It haltingly jerks back and forth, waving in short arcs, but for all his foe's effort, Carver's superior hold keeps the little sword at bay.Partash, heart pounding, utters his prayer, and il-Yannah's healing washes over him like cold, fresh water flowing across his body and his wounds. As quickly as his side was torn, the mangled flesh knits back together. As he looks back into the inn, he notes the woman, still angry as a demon, glaring daggers across the room and trying to find an opening in Carver and the bugbear's struggle to help with a strike of her scimitar. "Scrap of tin! Duller'n'a--hhuuhgh..." she screams, first in anger, and second in shock as her epithets are interrupted by a whistling blur over Partash's shoulder that materializes as a long, barbed arrow in the killer's throat. She raises a hand, dropping the scimitar to clatter at her feet, and grasps the mortal wound as air continues to leak from her punctured windpipe and mouth in a terrible wheezing hiss. Blood falls to the floor as she falls to her knees, defeated. Outside the Argotch Inn, the arrow's sender fluidly draws a second arrow; Dragen Kessler has found the fight.[sblock=Combat Info]Doral Kinsman14 HPAC 17AP 7MindlinkedCarver Banderelli33 HPAC 20AP 7Bull’s StrengthGrapplingPartash22 HPAC 16 + 2AP 7MinklinkedShield of FaithDragen Kessler37 HPAC 16AP 7Morika Kevsecks34 HPAC 10 (flat-footed, unarmored)AP 6Sickened[/sblock]</blockquote>

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