The Happy Swallow - move 6

Inside...
The fire continues to spread in all directions. Not enough to hurt anyone though certainly not a place where you should remain

Elby grabs his stuff, running out the front door. On the way he yells, (again), at that stupid bar wench "Woman get up and get out or you'll be a lump of charcoal."

He exits the Happy Swallow, sees Inara on the ground with two arrows in her. In one smooth motion he drops his gear, pulls two arrows from his quiver, then gets himself clear of the doorway, by coming to a sliding halt in the snow.

He spins his body 180 degrees, scanning the rooftop of Happy Swallow. Silhouetted neatly amongst the fat falling flakes, highlighted by the waning moon light is a bows man.

Elbeneth's first arrow is in the flight before the silhouette can react. It richochetts of the front of the roof. His second arrow is true though, straight into the silhouette's neck. The bow man falls dead on the roof of the building.

Still inside..

The Tribesman, feeling somewhat responsible for the fire but ultimately blaming the last remaining enemies (triplets/archers) for having been forced to use his fire magic checks out the spiral staircase...better or worse that the front door, hmm? Arrows or trapped with fire and smoke?

Looking around and not loving his options the tribesman effortlessly picks up the boy Brind'amour and barrels towards the kitchen door. He carries the boy using both arms even though he knows this leaves him unarmed.

All he knows is that he has made a promise to this boy, and he will not break it. He honors Suresh by keeping his word and he sees the boy as his first opportunity to repay a kindness from long ago.

He looks into the kitchen for a means of escape. There does not seem to be an obvious exit from where the Tribesman stands.

He protects the boy with his body and his life, not allowing stray arrows to pose a threat to the child.

"Help, Ronak," says the Brind'amour gesturing toward the bleeding Fat Man.

Outside...
Raedgast makes the doorway.

Radegast steps out of the bar, sinking into the deep snow covering the landing and stairs. The entire scene seems to move in slow motion, time
passing to the rhythm of the falling flakes, large and sticky, quickly filling the otherwise silent streets. To the left of the stairs is a blood stained patch of snow.

Elbeneth stands just past the violent stain. A quick glance upwards rewards Radegast with the rigid form of one of the rigid form of one of the triplets, bow almost falling from his hand as his body begins to teeter back and forth, the arrow through his windpipe distracting him from silly things such as life and balance.

He is a dead gargoyle of flesh, who just hasn't quite yet accepted his inevitable fate. His face moves, gasping for breath like a sad pale fish, tossed into a cold boat on a winter's eve.

He steps past Inara and her Dwarven warrior. Irritation is clear on his face as he scans the empty street. A movement off to the far right catches his eye.

The last archer. Moving quickly away from the scene in the snow.

Radegast squares himself, takes a deep breath, and lifts his Axe-Hammer
aloft in the air as he stumbles forward, trying to move quickly as the snow
pulls at his legs, trying to claim him as it has the streets, rooftops, and
walkways that weave through this quiet and normally peaceful town.

He casts a funny flickering grayness as he moves forward, the flames from inside the Happy Swallow giving shadows where shadows should not be.

After a few bounds of pursuit, his Axe-Hammer bursts forth in flame, filling the streets with an eerie red glow.

"Come to me, dog!" he bellows, his arm arching backwards, and then violently down into the snow, drifting almost to his waist. In time with the movement of his arm, the fleeing archer halts in his tracks, and is jerked upwards, out of the snow, and pulled as if my an wire, back, through the
air, and slams into the snow at Radegast's feet, just as the axe meets the same spot.

The snow around the two of them is blown aside by the falling body, and the heat radiating out of the Axe-Hammer. Radegast's face is
filled with frustrated fury. "No one runs from me. Stand and fight, coward."

His axe-hammer descends toward the Triplet. He raises his bow to defend himself.

The bow will only ever be kindling now. When Radegast pulls back his weapon it shines with the man's blood.

Inside...
Voss grabs the dead dwarfs bastard sword and sheaths it in his empty scabbard. The fire slowly inching its way toward him.

He turns, stumbling toward the southrn window. His serious injuries hindering his movement.

"Qwyn! Alion! Warriors! Through the (southern) window and we'll come around front to attack! Death awaits us out that door!"

Outside...
The Triplet seemingly has no quit in him. Bouncing up off the snow as though it was a trampoline he withdraws his long sword from its sheath then returns Radegast's blow with one of his own.

He fients toward Radegast's neck, when Radegast attempts to defend the blade reaches an exposed spot in his midsection (14 hp.)

The beautiful woman says in dwarven, "Cut him down" (dwarven), the woman grunts and points to the archer.

She gets a second wind (19 hit points) and screams in common, "Now you're going to die!!!"

Inside...
The fire snaps angrily at those near it. Not enough to harm, though certainly a look at what is about to come.

Q'wyn uses a healing surge of his own (19 hp).

He crouches down -- not wanting to be a target in case people are drawing aim into the building. He moves and examine the Fat Man to see if he's alive.

He is. Barely.

He is deinitely close to death, well past the point of conciousness.

"Ladies, if you'd be so kind to help us." Q'wyn is a man so charistmatic that these ladies move over to help.

Outside...
The dwarf plows though the snow, raising his bastard sword high into the air.

"NO MORE!" he screams in common.

The Triplet - his weapon still sticking Radegast - has no way to defend himself.

His skull splits like a ripe melon. Bloods and brain shower the snow. This Triplet will give no information in his life.

Inside...
Haas, the bar wenches and Q'wyn have effectively surrounded the Fat Man. Each grabs a limb. They attempt to lift him.

They fail.

They are not strong enough.

"Please," pleads the boy to the Tribesman. "He is my friend."

Alion takes deep breathes to gain control of himself, he gets a second wind also (15 hp). He staggers over to Voss at the Southern window.

The fire burns.

DM Note:
Nine rounds and the building comes crashing down.