Markov detaches Talyn and sends him to the room. He then draws his crossbow.
Irina throws a slumber hex at one of the men attacking Alma.
Fighting back the pain, Alma spins around drawing his long sword. Swinging it forcefully at one of the attackers.
Fighting back the pain, Alma spins around drawing his long sword. Swinging it forcefully at one of the attackers.
[dice=Power Attack]1d20+5-1
[dice=Damage]1d8+3+2
[dice=Cleave]1d20+5-1
[dice=Damage]1d8+3+2
Fighting back the pain, Alma spins around drawing his long sword. Swinging it forcefully at one of the attackers.
[dice=Power Attack]1d20+5-1
[dice=Damage]1d8+3+2
[dice=Cleave]1d20+5-1
[dice=Damage]1d8+3+2
The crowd continues to push out the doors, many making it into the streets. The two barkeeps, still shouting for buckets of water, begin slapping at the flames trying to put them out.
A dwarf runs over to the one Warren felled and begins to pull him from the tavern.
Alma slashes at the two behind him, scoring a hit on the first, but the armor worn by the second deflects the blow.
Irina's hex does not seem to have any effect.
The faces of the two men attacking Alma begin to contort and elongate. Hair growing rapidly to cover their arms and face in a layer of fur. Both step to the sides of Alma to flank him.
Another human moves up next to Markov cutting at him with a blade.
Markov's owl flutters around the door to the back room. With the crowd largely dispersed the sounds of fighting inside can be clearly heard.
Seeing the blood seep out from under his armor. Alma backs up 5 feet Calling the power of Imodae to heal himself
Alma drops his shield and long sword. He reaches his right arm to his back drawing his great sword. Taking a defensive posture, the silver lining shining from the fire.
"Use sil-, yeah, that one," Irina says, seeing the silvered sword.
She turns her slumber hex on the other were rat, hoping the first will take hold on the second try.
She also backs away, keeping her distance fom the lycanthropes.
Alma hastily swings his great sword from over head. Causing a loud "clang" on hitting only the ground.
Warren steps forward () and slashes at the newly transformed creautre, his blade glowing with light that seems to be more radiant than just the flames flickering on the silvered blade.
Attack:
Damage:
Markov will take a five foot step to and will throw a dagger at the man who stabbed him.
He will then load a silver bolt in his crossbow.
The bartenders give a start upon the transformation of the wererats, but continue swatting at the flames attempting to stop them from spreading.
The northern most lycanthrope collapses unconscious to the floor.
The third man with a short blade transforms before your eyes and steps forward to slash at Markov again.
Scoring a hit on him.
The other steps forward to press Alma.
As the last of the patrons flee out the entrance, to your dismay one figure holds back, a woman, who also transforms into the hideous figure of a rat. This one is not wearing armor as the others are, but begins to chant the words to a spell.
A single fiery dart springs from her hand and strikes Alma unerringly.
Markov takes another five foot step and toss a bomb at .
Attack:
splash dmg=5
Markov will then have Talyn come back to him and help fight.
"Talyn, attack these creatures."
On her turn, Irina steps to N34, fumbles slightly with her reagents in poor imitation of Marcus, and lobs her own concoction, contained in the squishy confines of a pig bladder, at the woman spell caster.
Touch attack:
[ooc]Having never played anything that uses splash aprons before, I'm uncertain how this works when I miss. I roll 1d8 to determine which square I hit instead, but does that matter in this instance, as the woman will get hit with splash regardless. The splash damage is 6 points of fire damage. If there's something else I need to do, please do it for me, and i'll copy it for next time.[/dice]
Fighting off the pain as the blood continues to flow from his body. Alma swings at the were-rat in front of him.
He backs up 5 feet, to try to gain a better defensive position. While calling upon Imodae to heal him once again.
Stepping towards Alma (), Warren touches the paladin, his hand glowing with positive energy.
Upon hearing the explosion of the two bombs the two bartenders struggling against the flames look up in alarm, but say not a word.
The sleeping rat awakens and clambers back to its feet, lunging towards Warren with its blade.
The others seeing Alma and Markov falling back press them, attacking with blades and attempting to bite them.
Their attacks prove clumsy though.
The caster weaves another spell, none of you are sure what it is she cast, but nothing visible occurs either.
Markov's familiar flies up to the fray.
With renewed strength and determination, Alma swings his sword upward at the beast.
Seeing Markov in peril, Alma moves closer to him
Reaching out to him so he may feel Imodae's power.
Markov will take a five foot step back and fire a bolt at the rat in .
Attack:
Damage:
He will reload another silver bolt.
Talyn will try to sneak up to the rat attacking his master
Stealth:
And will attack it.
Talon1:
Talon2:
Warren swings his blade at the rat again, but the sword's arc goes wide.
Attack:
Spell craft to identify the spell:
Spell craft to identify the spell: 1d20+10
His blade biting deep, the wererat in front of Alma squeals in pain before dropping to the ground unconscious.
Markov's bolt misses its target while the owl flies in to claw at the creature.
The rat cuts at the owl, which gives off a loud screech as several feathers drift to the ground.
Irina moves (if needed) and lays a hand on Markov, restoring some of his health.
The bartenders manage to douse some of the flames where they are battling the blaze.
The caster moves up and chants another spell, targeting Irina.
Ignoring the owl the wererat in front of Markov steps forward again, snarling as it sees Markov's wounds healed from Irina's magic.
It snaps and slashes futilely.
The wererat on Warren moves to the north of him, placing Warren between it and Alma.
Will:
Irina gazes at the cleric in a fog.
Stepping so that both Alma and Irina will be able to reach the wererat if they wish to, Warren slashes at it again.
Attack:
Damage:
Alma steps down to help protect Markov.
With Imodae's power flowing through him, he commands the wererat,"I sentence you to sudden, instant, and even immediate death!"
With one fell swoop, he cleaves to the caster next to the rat
He shouts over to Irina, "Irina, snap out of it! Don't look into the light."
Markov takes another step back and will toss a bomb at the rat at
Attack:
Damage:
Confirm:
Damage:
Talyn will retreat back to Markov and reattach himself.
Both rats in melee squeal as Warren's and Alma's blades drive them back. And Markov's bomb fills the room with the smell of burning hair.
Talyn attempts to return to Markov, drawing the wererats attack as the owl flees.
Losing more feathers the owl falls to the ground grievously wounded.
Taking another step closer the caster wererat attempts to daze Alma.
The other rats trying to come closer together return attacks on Alma and Warren.
Warren takes a minor hit.
Irina puts a slumber hex on this caster. If it works, she'll move to N37.
"Your parlor tricks will not work on me, focus them on the weak minded!
Alma swings back at the the two rats.
Alma pleased with the redemption he has brought the rats, he moves up to flank the next one.
The two barkeeps continuing batting at the flames, but don't seem to be making much progress at this point.
Markov then moves to see to his familiar.
The remaining wererat attempts one last spell targeting Irina, then turns to run.
The sounds of battle can still be heard from the back room.
Markov will use a CLW potion on Talyn and load another bolt in his crossbow.
CLW:
Talyn will now reattach himself to Markov.
Irina shrieks in pain as the force missile slams home. There's also a great deal of rage in that scream. She moves up to L39 and lobs a bomb at the fleeing caster.
Touch attack:
Sigh. It's only one range increment, so she has to be in the splash. 6 points. Reflex DC 15
The rat shrieks and collapses to the ground from the numerous burn wounds it has received.
Talyn is brought back to consciousness as Markov administers to the bird.
With the last of the local threats eliminated, Irina starts to help the men put out the fires. If her own bombs have caught any part of the tavern, she starts there, using the body of the wererat spell caster to roll out the flames.
Alma aids Irina in extinguishing the flames.
After the flames are extinguished, I once again approach the room that the woman entered, with his hand ready to unsheathe his long sword.
The few traces of flames licking the floorboards from both Irina's and Markov's bombs are easily doused. And soon the doors the establishment open again as three of the barmaids return carrying buckets, water sloshing out the sides. They toss the water onto the larger flames, steam hissing, but the flames go out shortly. The floor is left charred and blackened in some places.
While this is going on the ring of steel on steel and shouts of pain, both male and female, continue to come from behind the closed door.
Once Talyn is reattached Markov goes to the back room with his crossbow still drawn.
Irina also bolts towards the back room once the fires are out.
As you gather outside the door the sounds of battle on the other side come to an end. The two barkeeps approach cautiously, cudgels in their hands, nervous eyes darting back and forth between you, the closed door, and the dead wererats. The three returned barmaids stand well back from everyone and well away from the dead.
Another sound from beyond the door, a scrape of metal on metal followed by a soft thump of something hitting the wood of the floor.
"Stand back.", Alma opens up door, to survey the room.
Pushing open the door reveals a large room with a spacious table in the center of it. Several cups and plates rest on the table, most of the cups tipped on their sides, the wine within them pooled on the table.
At the far south end of the room a door leading outside is slightly ajar. Several windows also look to the outside. Lamps hanging in the corners of the room cast plenty of light in the area.
On the floor of the room are a number of bodies. A woman and two men lie on the floor in one part of the room, forming a circle around a fallen humanoid creature covered in fur and with a head much like that of a wolf. In another part of the room is another wolf like creature. The middle-aged woman is lying on the ground next to the creature and the warrior who was with her is lying next to her. Three other wolf creatures are standing near them, one with several cuts on its arms, another is pulling its blade out of the fallen warriors chest. The last turns to look at you, and you can see burn marks on its face. With a barking laugh it speaks, "So considerate of you to not make me hunt you down again." It charges across the room at Alma.
Striking a cutting blow to the paladin.
Markov will try to shoot the wolf in front.
Attack:
Missing he loads another silver bolt.