Bhoors bursts into song at the first sign of a threat. The words flow and dance off his tongue with nearly perfect pitch and even a few clever improvisations that he's added over the years. However, the heartbeats pass and nothing happens. No magical glow. No aura of fae energy. Simply words set to a tune, with the magic completely blocked or eliminated from the mix. Thin smiles appear and then widen on the drow faces as they watch the bard's puzzled expression grow.
""Walk in the Light. Be bold, for your are blessed!" Unmei shouts. But her words are accompanied by nothing more than the sound of her voice echoing in the room. No warm feeling of divine strength, no added sense of quickness or nimbleness. Nothing. Just an old lady shouting nonsense into the air like in any market square across the city.
Bhoors looks back. "Anti-Magic." Bhoors looks at the drow, "Smile all you want. It will match the neck designs we specialize in."
Coming up behind Bhoors, Rakdon tries to snap off a quick arrow shot, but the shaft flies wide and bounces harmlessly off of the stone of the opposite wall.
The drow near the fire place pulls his hand out of the pot triumphantly holding an egg sized, glossy, greenish-gray stone. "Got it!" He exclaims moving toward the nearest arrow slit and deftly slipping up onto the narrow ledge. "Hold them off while I take the stone back."
The one near the shelf nods grimly. "Dark's Blessing brother." He says and then sends another shaft toward Dacknar that lands with a meaty thunk.
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Being slammed with with two arrows, one in his shoulder and one sticking out his hip. All the pain and blood pouring out of him, but still Dacknar only has joy in his hart. He can't remember the last time he was so happy. Happy because he finely is able to release his revenge on the dark elves that dared to defile the tavern.
But as fast as the joyful smile was on his lips, it turns to a snarl as the rage overcomes him, the image of the owlbear stuffed animal stuck to the door with a dagger. Feeling the blade in his hand as he starts to move slowly at first then like a run away cart. Dacknar crosses the room with a few strides, the over whelming blood lust rage starts to consumes him.
Dacknar roars. As he moves right for the drow with the stone in his hand. And in is full frenzy, he swings his sword at the dark elf.
Bhoors smirks at Dak's rage. He steps between Dacknar and the drow remaining in the room so he doesn't have another clear shot. Bhoors states to Dak, "You are vengeance let loose the fury." The bard moves in on the drow swords leading.
Filled with the righteous rage of revenge, Dacknar charges the drow in the window. At first the drow is able to parry the half-orc's mighty blade, but only the first blow. Lightning quick Dacknar's backstroke slashes across the drow's leg cutting deeply and nearly knocking the dark elf from the ledge.
Moving with his own cat like quickness, Bhoors steps between the two drow and Dacknar. The bard's short sword flashes in the gray daylight and the bard lands two quick blows before the dark elf is able to draw his own blade.
Rakdon fires another arrow at the drow in the window but the villains efforts to avoid Dacknar's great blade manage to help him avoid the arrow as it flies out the window.
"Go!" Shouts the drow still inside the tower to his companion. With his blade finally drawn, he turns his attention to Bhoors, a slim smile on his lips. "Let us dance then brother." He says bringing his blade to the ready. Without further warning, the dark elf lashes out, going high. Bhoors reacts and defends with a perfect textbook parry. Unfortunately that is what the skilled mercenary wanted him to do. Quickly shifting his weight back to the left, he ducks low bringing his sword with him and nasty gash opens on Bhoors leg.
Grimacing, the second drow leaps out of the window, away from the tower and Dacknar's fury. As soon as he leaves the confines of the tower the drow drops a few inches, but then begins to levitate and suddenly disappears before Dacknar's very eyes, but not before the barbarian tries to land another strike on the fleeing dark elf.
Unmei's attempt to magically command the elf simply fizzles and has no effect and the ancient wizard's safty precautions still seem to be working effectively despite having long abandoned the tower.
Bhoors winces and grits his teeth. He returns to his guard position and redoubles his efforts. "I will make sure you are buried with honor. Drow bastards still wrap themselves in manured linen." He shifts closer with what looks to be strikes at center mast but cuts them high and low diagonally hoping to strike toward any dodge but keeping his opponent's swords wide.
With images of Mr. Snuggy hanging on the wall still floating in his mind, Dacknar's rage carries him forward as the drow leaps from the window ledge. A roar of fury escapes from the half-orc as he feels his long blade land a hit and comes back bloody once again. Just as the dark elf disappear, Unmei leaps forward and somehow manages to grasp the villain by the ankle eliciting a series of dark curses from the air outside the tower. The old woman's position is precarious though, as she hangs half in and half out of the window, wrestling with the invisible drow while the ground looms twenty feet below.
Inside the tower, Rakdon manages a hit with his bow on the one drow still inside. Using the distraction of the arrow strike to his advantage, Bhoors feints left but actually comes in from the right with two quick, vicious strikes that leave him in the perfect defensive stance and his opponent bleeding profusely from several new wounds.
Anger and pain fill the drow's eyes as he steps forward with a blurring flurry of blows of his own. Left, right, then high, he feint's and whirls with a grace and ease that is almost hypnotic at moments, if it wasn't for the deadly steel blade. Bhoors parries and dodges with all of his skill and his defensive stance manages to hold for much of the drow's furious attack. But then the dark elfs natural grace and years of practice score a win as he catches and locks the bard's blade for just a moment. The maneuver throws Bhoors defense off balance and the drow's blade opens a red wound up the half elf's side.
On the ledge, Unmei struggles to hold on to the still invisible dark elf as he kicks at her with his free leg.
"Krebs! I've got it, come help!" He shouts.
"I'm coming! Hold on!" Shouts a second voice. But this new voice did not come from inside the tower. Instead it sounded like it was coming up from the roof top next door.
Bhoors swings his swords in again. Hoping that the reputation of the mercenary company starts to look less well earned.
He glares at the drow. He shouts for all the drow to hear, "You've failed. The town guard will be upon us all shortly. We went legit. Run while you can. I mean if the law don't get you your 'brothers' will to cover their tracks."
Dropping his sword, Dacknar grabs hold of Unmei and tries to pull her back into the window.
"I got you. Now get back in here." he barks out as he starts pulling her up.
Busy keeping Unmei from falling out the window, Dacknar is unable to back up Bhoors as he tries to talk the drow into surrendering after landing one solid strike with his sword. In fact, seeing the big half-orc throw down his big blade, the dark elf renews his efforts against the jibber-jabbering bard and opens yet another small cut across Bhoors shoulder.
The looming ground disappears from her vision as Dacknar reaches out and grabs Unmei, his big hands painfully gripping her ankles as he drags her like a sack of potatoes back into the confines of the tower. As she lurches below the window ledge the priestess sees the two drow suddenly reappear as they step down onto the rooftop of the next building. The one from the tower, limps badly, bleeding profusely from several nasty wounds. The other fires a warning crossbow bolt through the window, but it clatters harmlessly against the ceiling. The two then turn and start moving quickly across the rooftops.
Rakdon fires another arrow into the melee, but the drow slips away at the last moment and the shaft shatters on the stone wall.
Bhoors grits his teeth in desperation and dives forward both swords leading.
Dacknar grabs his potion and take a step back thinking how hard of a jump can it really be since a drow can do it.
I can drink it when I am clear of the room, that should work He thinks to himself.
Leaving his sword behind Dacknar leaps out the window yelling back "Don't loose my sword!"
During the leap he sucks down the potion of healing.
if it works.
When he hits the roof he drops the empty vial and grabs his pair of hand axes.
Bhoors calls back, "Its on my list right after 'don't die'."
Dacknar pulls a hand ax and moves to chop the dark elf still in the room.
The drow grimaces as one of Bhoors' blades again slip past his own to cut deep into his dark flesh. Moments later he jerks sideways as Rakdon's blade slips around the bard and cuts into the drows shoulder. His eyes glance at the window where Unmei, Dacknar and his own companion just leapt away, then back to Bhoors and Rakdon. With a snarl he steps toward the opening keeping the others between himself and his fleeing companions. Breathing heavily he salutes the pair with his blade and then in a flurry of whirling steel too fast for the eye to really follow, closes on Rakdon and Bhoora. Initially the surprising fury of the drow's attack drives the two companions back a few steps with Rakdon taking a nasty strike that opens a long bleeding gash in the warriors legs. But as quickly as it started the enemies attack fades as his blade breaks on Bhoors own shortsword.
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The pair of drow take off running across the roofof the building and manage to make another leap across to the next by the time Unmei and Dacknar make their own safe landings on the roof just below the tower. Seeing they are being followed the two dark elves hurry along, displaying the quickness and speed so common among their kind. Fortunately, a dotted trail of blood leads across the roof top, giving the pursuers at least some ability to track their quarry as they continue the chase across the rooftops of the Dock Ward.
Dacknar races a head. seeing his vengeance right in front of him.