Round Three!
Rathan moved towards the crossbow-wielding woman, but was stunned to see her shot dead by Tommy's well-aimed shot (Sorry, Captain).
****ROUND THREE****
Conuld bops the rogue on the head as he moves outside. He sees the mage, blindly groping around the cobblestones of the darkened Orussus street. He seems to be feeling around for his hat, a good metre out of his reach. Frantically, the mage feels around, until he hears Conuld's footsteps. In a panic, he gets to his feet and starts to run - although he only gets about five feet before he trips over a loose stone and sprawls out on the cobblestones once more.
"You blinded me! I can't see!" he growls.
The woman in the kitchen tries her best to stab Pendrake, but seems distracted by the sound of the dwarf rushing in. "Dammit!" she curses as he blade once more slices air.
Valera's Attack Roll, Round Three (1d20+1=10)
Rathan finds himself standing out in the street, looking down at the inert body of a blacklily rogue. Her scarf is still tied around her neck, but her pale blond hair has spilled out over the cobblestones, made even paler in the moonlight. The cracks and crevices of the cobblestones are already filling with dark blood, like little box canyons.
Solange's celestial badger evaporates in a puff, and she finds herself standing over the unconscious rogue, bleeding even more from his head wound. She takes a second swing, just as his eyes begin to flutter open. The last thing he sees is Solange's crook, heading straight between his eyes.
Cludge rumbles into the kitchen, waving his axe. He takes a double move to reach the kitchen, and sees Pendrake and the woman locked in a furious melee.
Pendrake makes several well-executed maneuvres with his morning star, and forces the woman on the defensive. She finds herself standing over the dead body of the bartender, tripping over his form. She falls backwards under Pendrake's assault, and has to use one hand on a countertop to balance herself. Using this moment of weakness, Pendrake is able to bring his morningstar into her unprotected side, cracking several of her ribs.
She lets out a muffled "Ooompf!" and drops her blade. She then pitches forward, and Pendrake is able to catch her. He looks into her eyes as a red bubbles out of her nose and the corner of her lip.
Tommy looks around for a target, but cannot find one. The bar has become nearly deathly silent, the only sound the front door creaking in the wind.
Saithnar's ray of cold slaps into the mage's arm, causing him to scream shrilly. He scrambles to his feet and does his best to escape, shouting "murderers! Guards! Guards!" as he does his best to rub some feeling into his left arm.
Ducking down, he investigates the necklace around the woman's neck. It is a simple brass necklace; the type of jewellery one gives a child. It is obviously new, inset with glass "gems" and simple inscriptions.
***END OF COMBAT***
OOC: Good fight, guys! Actually, rather unbelievable.