The Happy Swallow - move 4

It is only 12 seconds after the melee began though it might as well be a lifetime ago.

Flames leap from the table, licking at the bleeding struggling Fat Man. The dry air in the room, the wood on the floor and the walls - a dangerous situation awaiting.

The Tribesman hurls himself away from the spinning blades managing to avoid their bite*. In the same motion he lunges at the Drake, taking a huge upward swing with his bastard sword as the sword itself into flame. The blow catches the Drake directly in
the face...for a moment is almost as though the Tribesman missed until the Drake
lets out a bellow that you have all heard at one time or another.

THe bellow is the sound of death. Half of Drake's face falls off and its head, body and tail all slam into ground, causing that corner of the room to shake slightly.

The Tribesman is already sliding past the Drake as he seems unstoppable (gain 10 hp), the warrior moves effortlessly towards T’alon and the dwarfs. He yells out to no one in particular, “will someone take out those damn archers! I’ve got T’alon, or what’s left of him…” as he levels a rushing attack at the dwarf closest to him (the one on the right of T'alon) slashing past the dwarves defenses with a perfect strike which burns and slices his oponent.

Usually it would be enough to kill a creature. Though this dwarf is made of sterner material than most creatures.

The Tribesman seems to spin off of the dwarf, leveling a blow at T’alon in a sweeping backward arc which slips past the man's defenses, though not hurting him nearly as much as the Tribesman would have liked.

The flames from the burning table are precariously close to the dwarves and T'alon though they form a protective shield for their backside.

Elbeneth knocks two arrows at once, pulls back, and the air sings with the song of
arrows in flight. They split mid-flight, one strking the dwarf closest to him
(06.07), digging deep into the dwarf's exposed side. The second arrow barely misses
T'alon, though it slams neatly between the dwarf on the right's shoulder blades(06.09). The dwarf gasps loudly in shock and pain.

Elbeneth then steps back into the open doorway to provide total concealment (this
means a -5 to hit) between himself and the Triplets.

The Triplet standing atop the table points his arrow toward the main melee. He frowns, his shot inhibited by the frozen wench. His mouth curls into a frustrated grimace, he then turns his arrow toward Elbeneth. The shot is cut so-close to the door frame that it takes some of the wood off before finding its ultimate resting place in Elbeneth's body (22 hp.)

The Triplet closest to the kitchen (01.04) lets fly with another arrow fly with the
accuracy of a hawk. It nests itself into Alion (29 hp), injuring the cleric badly.

Behind the burning table the Fat Man's eyes roll skyward, he slumps to the floor.

Remsfeld (the beautiful woman's dwarf) grunts loudly as he moves forward, putting himself adjacent to the dwarf with the arrow between the shoulder blades. Remsfeld shatters armor and bone with a ringing blow. T'alon's dwarf collapses to the floor, his strings cut away from the puppeteer.

The Triplet closest to the door (03.01) knocks two arrows, much like Elbeneth's they
split mid-air. The first one finds its mark by becoming the third arrow to hit
Alion (12 hp). The cleric is now worse off than Voss with blood seeping from numerous wounds. If this keeps up the cleric will most likely be dead!

The second arrow strikes Q'wyn (16 hp), bouncing off his armor though causing blunt damage.**

While running, the most charming person in the room Q'wyn yells out, "You're a sick fuck, T'alon. Dropping a rage drake in the middle of a town! I'm going to string your balls up in the middle of times square after this is over."

He ducks to his left to conceal himself behind the table - though a little too late for the Triple's arrow. Meanwhile an illusory, twisted crown appears around the Triplet closest to the door's head who just shot Q'wyn. The Triplet screams in pain under a psychic assault.

The Triplet, his eyes are open in terror as visions of his worst nightmares haunt him. He nocks his arrow as though his life depends on it, pulls back the string, turns TOWARD the Triplet in the middle standing atop the table and shoots him at point blank range.

The beautiful woman runs out of the blade barrier, sustaining some damage (5 hp). She heads toward the bar, using it for cover, actually disappears for a moment and reappears next to the Triplet standing on the table.

The impact of the arrow deep into the Triplet's hip causes the Triplet in the middle to howl in pain, instinctively doubling over. While giving a side glance to his companion that easily reads, What the hell?

The beautiful woman, seemingly forgotten due to his pain adds a distracting flourish, managing to slash the middle Triplet's neck area. She then kicks the leg of the table as hard as she can...

...only to find good strong oak of such a table is stronger than her. For a moment is looks like she stumbled, only she jams her dagger deep into the Triplet's exposed backside, clipping him nicely to put him exactly where she wanted...

...which is airborn headfirst toward the closed window shutters. There is a loud crash the shutters give way before the force of the flying Triplet. He was alive when he went headfirst through the shutters though who knows now. His bow has been left behind on the table though.

Voss feels a surger of strength (plus 15 hit points) before setting upon his foe T'alon with his weapons bared. In his weakened state Voss misses badly. However Voss weaves toward the side - to the dwarf - to deal a wound to another adversary.

His sword slices through the air - the dwarf raising his own weapon at the last second - all for naught as Voss's sword cuts deep into the dwarf's neck killing him instantly. The blood splatters widely, spraying himself, T'alon, the Tribesman and there is a neat sizzle as the droplets land in the fire.

Alion waves his hand and jagged lines of radiant light spread across the ground like a cracking web. With a second wave the lines move to where Voss stands, then to Q'wynn. All three people gain 6 hp.

Raegarst finally has a chance. He moves forward, putting all of his focus on T'alon. Raegart's neck bulges as his body tenses with effort. T'alon once again screams in frustration, shaking off the effect of whatever Raeg attempted.

T'alon, trapped between a burning table and a wall of opponents gives a withering glare. The cocky expression from before wiped clean. He wipes the droplets of blood from his face.

"We are not done." Though his face says otherwise.

T'alon then disappears. A whisp of blue smoke marking his exit. You have all seen this before - when Donal would exit. The blade barrier disappears.

Haas rushes out from behind the bar, a bucket of water in hand. Heading toward the flames.

The Triplet to the far left leaps onto the table and then dives out the window. The Triplet closest to the door shakes his head, the fear is removed from his eyes and whatever else Q'wyn did to him. He then does a back handspring out the window - using the window sill as the location his hands go. The middle Triplet's bow has indeed been left behind.

Remsfeld rushes to the Fat Man. In one swift motion he throws a white shroud over the Fat Man, he then grabs him by the shoulders, pulling him clear of the burning table.

Haas is too late to the table. Fifteen feet of table crashes downward. There is no stopping this conflagration. The bar wench in the middle of the room lets out a yowl, dropping to floor, bursting into tears.

The boy with Donal's eyes makes a mad dash for the circular stair case.

It is now 18 seconds after the melee began. The Triplets and T'alon have vanished, two dwarves and a Drake lay dead. The party has taken a terrible beating and the Fat Man may or may not be dead under the shroud.

END OF MOVE
* The Tribesman made his saving throw resulting in no damage.
** Yeah, arrows bouncing off armor causes damage. Blunt force from arrow damage used to do in people all the time in medieval times. Thanks to the History Channel for that information.

I'll post the map and initiative screenshot later.