The blind guards continue to stand there, while the one affected by the woman's spell shakes his head in an attempt to clear it.
"Get him out of my way!" yells the scroll-user angrily. The woman takes his arm lovingly and casts a spell, then calls out more encouragement to the thugs.
The thug nearest them charges the big Ulfen and tries to grab him, but fails miserably.
The scroll-wielding man moves up and tries to get past the melee-ers and up onto the platform, but can't find a way.
The thug near Jametor keeps swinging at the pesky bird.
The thug by the door keeps watch over the guard, and the last one comes over to try to help his bosses.
Swiftwing flies behind the closest guard and attacks.
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The guard swings at the bird as it approaches, and curses as it bites him. "Hey!" he yells, swinging again.
Jametor watches in agony as Swiftwing attacks to guard only to be knocked to the ground after attacking. His summons appears and the celestial dog attacks the guard.
He then sends a glob of acid at the guard.
He then moves behind one of the guards. MAP
The guard yells curses as the acid strikes him full in the face and the dog bites him from behind.
Randall slips past the Ulfen onto the pedastal and lets fly at the spellcaster with his tiny dagger.
Fíriel continues to wait by the wall, holding her dagger ready. At the cursing and yelling going on, she calls out, "Randall? What's going on?"
The dagger strikes the scroll-bearer in the shoulder, eliciting a cry of outrage.
The guard who was dazed recovers and swings his scimitar at the thug
in front of him.
... but misses, and his opponent takes the opportunity to try to knock him out again.
The dog-bitten thug swings at his attacker with an almost-canine snarl.
The thug by the Ulfen tries to grab him, while his fellow tries to get the elusive halfling out of the way.
Thuvalia the one-eyed tries to daze Randall, but this time her victim fights it off. Thuvalia growls and retrieves her crossbow from her back. "Forget it, just kill them!" she yells.
Her male companion steps back and casts a spell at the halfling that dared attack him.
Freed from his daze, Njord starts throwing fists when the thugs reach for him.
***
After taking a moment to assess the encounter, the big ulfen notices the halfing apparently squaring off against the thieves as well.
”Watch yourself half-man. These rogues mean business.”
Throwing himself back into the scrap, Njord swings another meaty hook.
The big tattooed thug in front of Njord recoils from the blows but doesn't give up.
Whipping his head toward the lavatory where the mage came from, an edge of panic in his voice, "No! This would not be a good time for a fireball!"
He goes off the platform, looking for cover.
Two of the thugs focus their anger on Njord.
The one following Jametor winces at the continued acid, but steps up and attacks him anyway.
The guard and the other thug continue their fight.
The man with the scroll climbs up the pedestal and recites his scroll, reaching out to touch the treasure chest. As he does so, it shrinks down until it's a tiny piece of fabric-like material on the ground! His female friend climbs atop of the pedestal as well and picks up the "chest".
Bleeding badly, Njord retreats a step.
"Neither of you two have to guts to fight like a man?" he taunts with his fists up.
Jametor steps to the other side of the blinded guard and fires another glob of acid at the pursuing thug.
"They have the chest of silver!"
The guard harassing Jametor goes down screaming, his face burned off by acid.
Antal grumbles, knowing he is completely blind and pretty well useless. Harray them a bit longer and I'll see what I can do!"
Randall grits his teeth in frustration - he knew the caster was important!
Watching where the woman tucks the "chest", he scurries out of his hiding place and up behind her "boyfriend" and puts his dagger to use again.
The guard continues attacking his foe.
"Loot what you will, boys!" calls Thuvalia, hopping off the platform and heading for the exit. Her male counterpart grins and moves off the platform as well, stopping only to cast a spell when he gets clear.
The two thugs who'd been harassing Njord grin at the idea of loot. "Hey Fatty, stand down and we won't kill you!" yells one at Njord.
The other moves in to hammer the message home.
The thug continues to attack the guard as well.
Njord sticks out a foot as the thief tries to edge past him.
The scroll-user goes down as he tries to move. He glares at the big Ulfen and casts a spell, and the cage hanging from the ceiling flies open. The imp inside flies out and starts hurling insults down at the crowd, then casts a spell of its own.
Attack the guard again with flank.
If they're fightin' dirty, I'll fight dirty.
Njord kicks the prone man in the ribs.
The big ulfen is cut badly again but refuses to yield.
He steps over and takes a swing at the goon that taunted him.
Torn between stopping the woman with the chest and helping the other people under attack, Jametor pulls out his short bow, then begins casting a Summons.