Thael injures the casting half-goat creature with his spell, but doesn't knock him to the ground. He does sufficiently damage him to interrupt his spell however, cursing when he gets slammed into a nearby cabinet. Emil's hammer misses the pipe player and Jillian's plea fall on deaf ears. Caspan and Wren sit at the table while Selde casts her fire spell.
The piper that Emil attacks stops playing his pipes and takes a step back and casts a spell.
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Emil is unaffected by the attempt to cause magical panic. He adjusts his grip on his hammer in preparation for another attack.
The second satyr watches Thael flee the room, but sees Selde, Jillian and Emil still standing firm. He repeats the same spell, attempting his version of the fearful magic.
Wren sits at the table unless the fear spell effects her also.
Not effected by the magic the fey are throwing at the group, Jillian rushes toward the fey furthest into the room as she laments "I didn't want to fight but you are forcing my hand."
This time Emil is caught off guard the the magic overwhelms his reasoning and he drops his hammer and flees the room.
"How much longer is that meat gonna be?" Caspan calls. [b]"You better not be overcooking it! It should be closer to mooing than incarcerated!"
Shaking off the Satyr's magic, whistled for Nur help Jillian while she loosed fire arrows at the other fey.
Satisfied that at least two of the four are now running and the odds are even, the satyr's split up. The injured one next to Nur slides over and slashes him with its dagger before trying to ram its own horns into the creature.
The injured creature moves in front of Selde and tries to slash her with its dagger, but misses.
Selde continued to loose arrows of flame, hoping to quickly drop her foe and assist Jilian and Nur.
Thael rushes headlong into the courtyard. All reason tells him these foes are too much to handle. All he could think of is escape.
Caspan grumbles. Caspan's stomach grumbles too.
"Be nice if they brought some of that booze in to drink with dinner," he mutters to Wren.
”I’ve never had service quite this bad. Those servers are just so hairy. If I get a hair in my food, I’m sending it straight back to the kitchen, I’m telling you now,” Wren grumbles to Caspan.
Emil slumps down, eyes wide, holding his shield in front and scrunching down to get as much of his lanky frame behind its modest cover. Pila trots over looking about, sensing Emil’s fear but not seeing anything she thinks of as a threat. She nuzzles him and licks his ear.
Jillian continues to try and end the fight before it gets too far. "Stop your attacks and let's deal with this with words instead of blades. I don't want to have to kill you, but I will to defend myself and my friends."
As tough as she was, she never was very intimidating. She always found better luck appealing to people with diplomacy rather than threats, but she still hoped she could avoid needless bloodshed. If the fey do not relent though, she doesn't not hesitate to strike.
Jillian's blow is extremely powerful, but the hide of the creature is able to resist some of her damage.
"You don't belong here! Halk would want you stopped, so that's what we're going to do!" the satyr returns to Jillian's feeble attempt at intimidation. It returns with a critical strike from its dagger into Jillian's neck , but misses its attempt to gore her with its horns.
The satyr engaged with Selde is too weakened to strike her effectively and bolts. He dashes out the doorway and flies south, ducking around a corner and out of sight.
Jillian shakes her head "I tried to give you an opportunity to surrender... It didn't have to go like this, we weren't here for a fight..."
She steps to the side trying to keep herself between the creature and the exit as she swings her blade once again.
Selde briefly considered chasing after the fleeing Satyr, who would surely be going to get help. But with the group already so incapacitated, it didn't seem wise to split up further. Moving forward, Selde fired her last renaming fire arrow at the Satyr Jillian was engaged with.
Emil and Thael cower in the corners while Wren and Caspan not-so-patiently wait for their food to arrive.
Nur's horns hit, but the skin of the satyr is too tough to be damaged by his attack. Letting the fleeing man move away, Selde's launches another fire arrow that burns through the creature and continues to whittle him down slowly.
The satyr once more buries its blade into Jillian's upper chest.
Selde put her bow away and began to chant in Druidic. "Nàdar, tha feum agam air do lann!" A blazing beam of red-hot fire sprung from her hand as she began to move towards the Satyr.
Jillian reaches down after the second cut to heal some of the wounds.
Then re-grips her blade before swinging it at the fey once again.
”I’m going to talk to the manager about this service, that so fr sure,” Wren calls out to Caspan.
Selde strikes the satyr, but both Jillian and Nur miss. The creature is barely able to keep himself upright, but still holds his dagger in his shaky hand as bloody pours from his charred and gouged body. He turns his blade on Selde this time, thrusting it into her ribs. . He doesn't pull the blade out and leans on it heavily, barely able to support his own weight. He groans at her in Sylvan as his strength begins to leave him, blood spitting out of his mouth onto her face as his words turn into shouts.
"They're bangin' around in there enough," Caspan grumbles. "Makes you think they don't know what they're doing. Probably burning everything."
Seeing the fey nearing the end she emplors it to surrender one last time. "I offer you one last chance to surrender, as I said our fight is not with you..."
If it doesn't work she hesitates but tries to end the satyr.
Selde calmly studied the fae as she and Nur flanked him. Ready for the signal from Jillian or any aggressive action from the Fae.
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Leaning against Selde with the knife still buried in her belly, he groans to her in Sylvan. As he trails off he tries to shove the blade in further, but Selde cuts him down before he can act. He drops to the ground and ends the encounter.
Meanwhile, Wren and Caspan call out for their dinner from the other room.
Wren banged her fists on the table, ”I’m hungry, dammit,” she yelled, wrinkling her face up.
With the satyr dealt with Jillian moves over to Selde "Are you okay? Where did the other one go?"
Selde ran her hand along her wound, thankful to find only a small amount of blood. "I'm okay, the spidersilk caught most of it. The other one fled south, likely to get help."
Moving over to her brother, Selde attempts to bring him back to his senses. "Thael, snap out of it!" She shouted as she conjured water in to his face.
Jillian nods and moves to the south passageway peaking around the corner to see if she can spot the other satyr.
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Thael sputters as Selde splashes him with water. With a sheepish look, he stands and straightens out his robes.
"Magic is a fickle master," he mutters. "With one hand she giveth, and with the other she taketh away."
He reaches out a hand to help Emil stand.
"Thank you, Emil. Had it not been for you, I would have had the ignominious dishonor of craven behavior on my own."
Jillian checks the south passageway, but the fleeing satyr is no longer in sight.
While both Emil and Thael come to their senses, Wren and Caspan still sit at the table stuck in their magical trap.
Caspan continues to sit and grumble about the horrible service.
"You!" he snaps at Jillian, "bring us our meat!"
Jillian looks back at Caspan as he calls to her and just shakes her head "Snap out of it! There is no meat and there isn't going to be any until we get this all sorted with these fey."
Knowing better than to run off she will stand guard in the hallway as they wait for their companions to get back to normal. Keeping an eye out for any threats that may come this way.
Selde breathed a sigh of relief as her brother snapped out of his magical fear. "Well hopefully she can giveth to us for the next fight." Selde said with a smile.
Caspan continues to sit and grumble about the horrible service.
"You!" he snaps at Jillian, "bring us our meat!"
Digging through her pack, Selde pulled out some dried meat and gave it to her magically influenced allies. "Eat quickly." Selde said softly.
"If I don't eat my meat, I can't have any pudding!" Caspan growls back. "Tell her, Short Stuff!"
He smiles at Selde.
"That's what I'm talking about. You really are the best ass-mar!"