Silme

Hoping beyond hope that Nicodemus has found a better hiding place, Silme drops his mace and braces for the impact of the large man charging towards him. On impact, Silme does his best to grab hold of the medallion chain as close as he can to where it connects to the medallion before dropping to the ground. With the aid of his weight, and the strength of his pull on the chain, the Elf attempts to slide himself beside the charging mans legs so as not to be trampled.

Fred

As his head clears and the commotion downstairs appears to be intensifying, the halfling knows in his heart what must be done.

"Bother," he mutters again as he pulls himself to his feet and stumbles to his belongings that have been tossed across the room. Thankful to have fallen asleep in his clothes, Fred buckles his belt and holsters his small sword to his side. Looking about the room, his eyes rest on his armour that is (mostly) lying under a window on the far side of the room. Deciding there is little time, he passes on pulling together his armour in favour of finding his primary weapon. Wincing, he looks about the room before an idea strikes him like the hunger pains of his fellows who have not eaten in a while 3 hours.

Kneeling low, Fred looks under the bed and grins as he finds the subject of his search. "There you are lassie," he breaths while pulling out a small set of bagpipes from its resting place. Duly arming himself, he shuffles to the door and with a final deep breath, exits into the main hallway.

Sir Grale BG

Being a seasoned fighter who has learned from the mistakes of others, instead of fighting Silme's pull, Sir Grale instead uses it to accelerate a vicious attempt to drive the dragon ornament on his helmet into the face of the opposing Elf as he stumbles into him instead of charging. As he notices the amulet slipping up his neck, he only barely manages to catch it on a stud on the back of his helmet by bending his head back. In his eyes there is the conflict between keeping the amulet and going after the Elf wriggling away from underneath him.

Then, when his neck is bent backwards by Silme's grip, he notices Nicodemus' cowering form and charges toward the wizard with a roar of "Foul fiend!", letting the chain slip over his head before he springs towards his prey.

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Silme

With a look of disbelief in his eyes, Silme briefly gazes at the prize in his hand before returning to the urgency of the moment. Dropping his sword, the Elf quickly puts the medallion in a pouch at his hip while pulling the bow from his back. Breathing deep, he hopes the fragile wizard can pull something from his bag of tricks.

Nicodemus

The wizard seems to be frozen to the spot, eyes large as plates. When the knight charges towards Nicodemus, he sqeezes his eyes shut waiting for the blow and unable to anything.

A chair at the next table falls over with a clatter without any visible reason.

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Fred

The tiny halfling weaves his way down the hallway towards the main stairs. The sound of a fight continues downstairs and Fred wonders if any other 'patrons' on this floor have been roused from their sleep.

Sir Grale BG

The knight grabs the hilt with both hands and swings his sword in a neat arc at Nicodemus' neck, threatening to slice him from shoulder to waist.

The amulet's glow fades a little in Silme's hands.

Silme

Pulling an arrow from quiver on his back, Silme takes careful aim at Sir Grales upstretched arms. Letting his arrow fly, he quickly grabs another and prepares to press his attack.

Fred

Hopping down the stairs, Fred fills lungs and then the pipes. A familiar drone emanates from the pipes as the Halfling prepares to play. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he attempts to quickly ascertain what is happening and who his potential targets might be.

Nicodemus

Sir Garles sword slices through horrified wizard and he seems to fall down. Then two things happen at once. When the sword touches Nicodemus, he desappears with a soft puff and reappears behind the knight preparing a spell in his hands.

"This is for my parents you sick bastard!" he shouts uncharcteristically loud face twisted in angry grimace and sends a sparkling ball of energy towards sir Garle

Sir Grale BG

For the briefest moment, after Nicodemus disappears, the knight stops to look at the bloody arrow now poking through the wrist of his off-hand. As he hears the wizard curse behind him, he turns, quickly for a man his size, and places his blade between himself and the ball of energy, muttering, "...and no evil shall touch the pure of heart..." The sword sucks in most of the energy, but some of it courses up his sword arm. The arm blackens and sizzles, filling the inn with the smell of burning flesh.

Obviously in pain, but with his resolve unshaken, he drops his sword, bellows "Friends, to me!" and lunges forward to grapple Nicodemus, trying to push the arrow in his arm deep into the wizard's side in the process.

Silme

The Ranger pauses as his ally is suddenly in his line of fire and he lowers his bow briefly. Grinning at the apathetic Innkeeper (who seems to be going about his business cleaning flagons as though this fight were nothing new in his establishment), Silme jumps on top of the bar to get a more clear shot at Sir Grale. Focusing all his attention into his next shot, Silme fires at his prey, aiming for an exposed space on the top of the Knights shoulder, where it meets the neck. This small space appears to be unprotected by any armour or by helmet.

Fred

Being rather confused as to who might be a suitable target in this melee, Fred simply begins to play merry tune and continues to watch the fray.

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Nicodemus

The wizard is so surprised by Grale's quick movement that he hardly manages to create a shield spell to protect him from the oncoming wall of meat. Sir Grales hits his shield spell with grunch but Nicodemus was just bit late with creating his spell and the arrow nicks his side.

The two end up in rather one-sided struggle on the floor.

Sir Grale BG

Sir Grale is just about to crush Nicodemus' windpipe with his elbow when Silme's arrow hits him in the neck. The force of his arm slackens and he his gaze becomes more and more vacant as his lifeblood flows across the wizard pinned underneath his considerable mass. He lets out his final bubbly breath and lies still.

Silme

Silme hops down from the bar and races towards the wizard pinned beneath the massive form that was once Sir Grale. Being careful of the arrow protruding from Grales arm, the Elf hooks his own arm under the elbow while holding the wrist of the deceased with his other hand.

Looking at Nicodemus, Silme mutters, "I apologize Master Wizard, but this is going to hurt." So saying, Silme steps over the combined mass of Nicodemus and Grale, pulling the arm and using the momentum of his movement as leverage. Sadly, the full weight of the expired Wizard-hunter rolls over Nicodemus before it falls on the floor next to him. Nicodemus is free.

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Doyl

Doyl traipses back inside the inn. Rainwater hasn't quite managed to wash the red from his axe. He looks at Silme wrestling with the carcass and chuckles "Knightly as hell, ha! By the sound of it he put up a decent fight."

Fred

Everyone left in the tavern can hear the tune being played by Fred and wonder why the half-crazed Halfling is playing at all. For Nicodemus however, the music seems warmer somehow, more comforting. Should he not resist the effects of the Minstrels song, his minor wounds will be healed.

Nicodemus

The wizard lets out a muffled cry when dead weight of sir Grale rolls over him and seems very releafed once the man is off of him. With a wince Nicodemus tries to get up holding his side where the arrow nicked him and manages to get in sitting position. Though the wound isn't big it hurts and he bites his teethto even his laboured breath.

When Fred's music reaches Nicodemus' ears he can feel the healing magic behind the notes and relaxes visibly.

"Thank you my friend", he says to Silme. "I owe you my life".

Anatruim (BG)

A chill falls over the tavern and while there is no visible sign of any threat, a sense of fear falls over all the patrons. To all but a skilled Necromancer, a breeze seems to hiss and moan from outside as the cold night wind weaves its way through the crevices of the wall. All surrender a small shiver at the sound. To one who knows the arcane language of the dead however, it is clear that something truly terrifying is speaking, and they are far from being outside the safety of the Tavern walls.

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