There's a good alphabetical list on the campaign site..
http://sites.google.com/site/pathfindershadowinthesky/spells-a-z
Isegrim's heavy blade makes lethal contact with the fleeing thief sending her sprawling in a bloody pinwheel into a group of blind gamblers.
"Thuvalia!" the trailing mage calls out. He shoots a look of pure malice your way, then incants. He flicks his hand in curt anger and the door to the imp's cage pops open. The imp cackles with glee.
The last remaining thug makes a half-hearted stab at Brenin as he sidles in the direction of the doors.
Ahh, want to come out and play do you. You were lucky for me earlier. Please, come play with us. I can feel my eyes start to glow as I give the imp my evil eye. I shake off the fact that I sound a lot like mom.
Some say that to a proper crone, the magical release of a hex is a pleasurable experience. The evil eye Rees unleashes on this little imp makes her freckles burn. He turns around in surprise to face Rees.
The wizard cries off. "I yield! Give over Pram!" he calls to the man fighting Brenin. "These boys'll cut us down." He casts a mournful look toward the wrecked woman.
The thug fighting Brenin (Pram) has said nothing and does not act until after your turn. The sidling was just a 5' step in the direction of the doors. His position on the map is correct.
The imp is still in the cage as his turn to act has not come around since the cage door was opened. Apparently the cage was just fastened shut as you see only a latch, not a lock on the cage door.
Trystan's first impulse is to heal the wounded but he knows the imp could respark this fight. He moves to 11,18, readies an attack should the nasty creature not listen to him and says "Stay put little devil. If you try to leave that cage I promise it will be the last act you ever take" in it's infernal tongue.
The imp barks a laugh then disappears. The cage lurches and the door swings wildly as the now invisible creature launches itself out of the cage.
The last thief lowers his weapon in surrender.
"Ok, everyone!" a voice calls out by the front door. "Please, there's no need for panic."
Saul is standing by the entrance, a rapier in his hand. Behind him is a swarthy dwarf with a crossbow, the bolt trained squarely on the chest of the mage. One of the door guards retrieves the miniature chest from where the dead woman dropped it. Saul accepts the little thing and holds it up meaningfully.
"Thanks to these folks," here he gestures at your group of five, "the prize is recovered!"
Lia can finally see. She takes a look around and realizes that while she wasn't actually a part of the fighting, she could have been. This is too good an opportunity to pass up. With dagger in hand she wades through the gamblers and drinkers that are in various states on the floor and heads toward the closest guard or ruffian, whichever comes first. This was why she came here.
Trystan is able to save the two thugs who fell to Isegrim. The woman and the man Brenin fought are too far gone to be stabilized.
Saul reaches the podium and tosses the miniature chest casually onto the floor. There's a minor flash, that causes an angry murmur in a crowd only just regaining its eyesight, and the chest is restored to its rightful size.
Still several of the patrons call out in angry protest over the lack of security.
"Most irregular it is! I'll have back my real silver back Saul... afore that real devil lights on my shoulder and sticks his little thorn in my neck!" This from a well-armed naval man still trying to shake off the spots. Many other patrons look around the spacious ceiling in fear.
The guards gather the surrendered and the healed by the podium, reinforcing Saul as they do. Saul calls over the heads of the stirring crowd, placating the air with his hands.
"Too right, captain! Peace, friends. The Gold Goblin cannot prevent the criminally mad from taking the main chance. But we will make it right for our guests, and would have done so... even had these heroes not appeared to save our collective hams." He smiles benevolently at the group, which now includes an extra half elf.
"The goblin will return 110 per cent on all chips held!" This causes the briefest stir as mental calculations are run. To a crowd so filled with men paid on shares, this is easy stuff. Many an angry frown clears to complacency.
Heads turn as the gendarmes arrive at the casino doors. It looks like a full patrol, at least 8 armed men led by an officer.
Lia walks over to where Trystan and Isegrim are. She looks over the newcomers with the practiced eye of a thief. She sees a city-dweller that may not just be another pretty face, and a man that hasn't been in town long enough to have the 'shiny' rubbed off him. "Introductions are all well and good, but any idea where our caged friend has gone?"
The gendarmes filter into the crowd, taking in the post-combat carnage. Saul stalls the officer for a moment and re-addresses the crowd.
"Please good people, gather your chips and the cashier will cash you out. Boys, get these funds back to the cashier to be distributed." He pats the chest and the dwarf begins directing the moving of the chest.
Saul turns back to the gendarme and begins explaining what happened. The guards clap the would-be thieves in irons as the officer listens to Saul's explanation. Though you cannot hear what he's saying over the disturbed crowd, the officer looks up to take you five in. He signals and others of his group come to join and comes over to where you stand, Saul tailing the group with a troubled look on his face.
"You lot fought off the thieves, then?" the officer asks. "As you are the ones who have slain these two," this with a motion toward the two corpses on the floor, "you will need to come with me to answer questions."
"What!? No, officer, that will never do." Saul interrupts. "These people are my guests... they've defended this business, and money rightfully belonging to half of Riddleport. You can't question and hold them like criminals."
He takes the officer by the elbow and walks him a few paces back toward the podium, speaking once again in the young man's ear.
After a lengthy catching of breath and compartmentalizing the guilt of killing the woman, Isegrim wipes his raven blade clean and re-sheaths it.
He makes sure Lia has recovered and then gestures to the carnage as he gives Trystan a look the priest understands to mean, "I told you so."
He arrives at Trystan's side as Rees and Brennin are introduced. Isegrim bows to the former and clasps forearms with the latter.
Isegrim looks over to where Saul and the guards are and attempts to determine how their discussion seems to be going.