Zeblithtlar dispelled the darkness around him so his allies could see much better, he knew that the bandits were now outnumbered and the advantage was very much theirs. As he emerged out of the darkness he appeared within his beautiful stunning drow male within his silken clothes and exotic make up he was going to use for clients tonight. The drow began an enchanted dance across the lobby, a powerful distraction for all those he would deem as foes the famed beguiling dance of his graceful class.

The thug leader couldn't help but stare endlessly at this strange sight before being blasted away by the fire ball to the ground. Even with such a powerful blast the chief was not expired, his reserve still as strong as ever as rose from the ground. This time, the expert fighter learned from his mistake instead of swinging his flail at her he made a blow for her nimble feet.. To make her limp would make her suffer in the long run.

Dread Tooth's teeth were knocked out a few as he stumbled back to the edge of the stairs continuously falling until he landed very hard on his second companion bellow who was stuck to the floor by ice. Scarer grinned as he simply uttered "Not my usual offer, but I'm going to make an exception.. Cause I like you and I like this little place of yours." scurrying back to the fight greeting the two thugs on the floor who let out nonsensical moans. "Ello Dread Tooth.. Ello Rooster.." he announced before slicing their throats with his blades as they stood helplessly and then moving further up the stairs to join the fray.

The other thug attacking Sauron has not noticed Zeblithtlar as he was distracted on the present fight. Within another moment the three thugs had actually entered into the Red Rock Inn dragging the more bruised Mad Dog, literally knocked to his senses. "If its so bad they got Mad Dog crying like a little girl then the boss has to be in troub-" Was all he said as the four thugs stared endlessly at the drow's dance.

((lol...he doesnt notice a knife in his ribs yet....be funny if after a bit he suddenly does and falls over...its the image in my mind thats making me chuckle at it))

Inrii jumped up outta range, and as she did, activated her natural skill of levitation. she continued to taunt him from up high, making it sound like she was calling curses from their demon of spiders (as most humans think of lolth). but in reality she was just bluffing.
Powdered rhubarb leaf and an adder’s stomach was in her hand when a magical arrow of acid hurried from her fingers and sped to the target; it was followed by a few more, aimed at his ugly face. she wasnt worried about running out, for she had quite a few spells at her disposal...and if nothing else, she was an excellent fighter.

Kessla was surprised the bluff worked. and the monster actually turned on his friends. maybe he wanted to be head of whatever guild they represented? trying to recover from surprise she knocked another ice arrow and aimed at another thug.

(oops my bad)
Sauron wheezed and coughed wincing as he pulled out the arrow he felt heavy to his side as the lung deflated. Coming down the stairs he sat down and shuddered as the gems embedded in him re inflated his lung. He felt sick and raising his arm he began draining mana from his surroundings "Sil if you can" he telepathic as he began to drain her mana. Slowly the punctured flesh sealed and the wound was gone he stood up and fused the torn clothing together and rushed out to seek out any remaining bandits.

Siladhiel's healing spell fizzled out at her fingertips--something was draining her mana. She hadn't had so much trouble casting since she fought a magehunter. "Sauron, I can't heal you. My strength's being drained!" she called, irritation coloring her voice.

She felt weak and empty without her spells, and called on Corellon for aid. Power slowly started to trickle back into her, but it would be at least an hour before she was of any real help at magical healing...at least without using her own life force to fuel the spells.

Sauron quickly got up and ran towards Sil ignoring the thugs and strethced his hand to touch Sik"s arm he spoke ""vlos xxizz ilta!" as he spoke the veins on his hand burst and joined her arm pumping his life blood to her.Turning to Sil he said "It's okay hold on"as more more blood he felt her powers increase(the vibration of embedded gemstone in his body) he left her arm sealing the wounds. He turned and gave smack with his staff to one of the thugs sneaking up form behind.
He moved out side and from behind the drow he picked up a small stool and hurled it towards the thugs. There was no time for discipline " Eat this Calimite" He shouted as from his pocket he threw a bottle of pungent gas which upon impact caused a foul smelling gas to envelop the targets. "An Illuskan" one of the thugs shouted. " So much for my heritage" Sauron thought with a smile on his lips.

The Chief literally deflected the magical arrow to the direction of Sil before swinging his magical flail in the direction of the drowess. The thug leader had spent hid entirey of his life fighting at a tender age, murdering, killing, defeating all matter of foes. "Prepared to suck on Lloth's left tit hag!" he uttered out as the bandit leader attempted to wound the spell-caster before him.

The other thug by Sauron deeply narrowed his eyes "Giving your woman some healing eh? I think that will cost you dearly." he uttered as he went for another slashing attack on the blood wizard's back as he passed by him to tend to the elven priestess.

The four bellow were broken from the trance by stench of the pouch the group falling back out of the door. "GAH! Quick! We need to get to Bones!" one cried out knowing that their fellow warrior was hiding by the back entrance to the inn.

Zeblithtlar began to move across the lobby the bandit taking a swipe at the drow as well. The drow male moved in a graceful motion across the field before an array of magical spells fired from his person. A soft soothing healing ray fired from his finger tips as he slightly mumbled the incations under his breath to give his priestess ally the healing she required as well as his beautiful dance the extra strength and inspiration to continue the fight.

((awww. so not even a scarred face from the acid?))

"you first," she called, "the Spider Queen can go to the abyss with you," she replied in the common tongue.
Inrii drew her shadowblade. the blade itself was black as obsidian with a shadowy glow that made it seam like opaque vapors. the simple yet intricate pommel evenly balanced the fine keen edged weapon. the end looked like a black sapphire gem embedded in the metal. he swung at her as she was floating, but the sorceress pushed off the wall simultaneously dismissing her levitation and flipping over him to land softly behind.
standing resolute with her sword poised before her, crimson orbs of fierce intensity locked onto the thug.
"lets dance then," she said, a wicked smile on her face.
(he comes at her?)

Inrii responded in an indistinguishable blur of a prefessional warrior and skill of a lethal fighter, the trail of shadow flowing behind the swing and movement of the blade. it helped create an optical allusion creating blind spots for the enemy. but its most deadly feature was not seen. for if she could make a lethal enough attack, then he would become nothing more than shadow stuff.
Shadowblade parried the swing, the vibration carrying up her arm but no other damage. dancing out of the way, she ducked another blow easily, clearly toying with the male. she moved in with easy moves, twirling out of reach with every swing with incredible dextarity. her blade had made several gashes along his arms and a couple across his abdomen. one of his swings had gotten close, but caught only the edge of fabric. and she rolled with the blow out of the way.
coming back up her hands were in movement and another spell.
the large fireball shot forth, hitting him square on.
"how many more do you think you can take rivvil? for I have plenty more."

"His woman?" Siladhiel snapped, incensed. She lashed out at the thug who had uttered that particular phrase with a powerful divine smite. The elf's famous patience had been tried severely by having her mana drained and some creepy, vaguely homicidal wizard's blood smeared on her. Oh, and now they had people trying to kill them for reasons she wasn't privy to.

The redirected arrow left a bleeding laceration across the back of Siladhiel's thigh. It was painful, messy, and would untreated make walking an agonizing experience for the next week or so--but it wasn't lethal or something that would put her out of commission. It did, however, make her angrier.

Days like these made her wonder why she insisted on adventuring. After all, life as high priestess of Corellon for Myth Drannor would be calm, serene, and fewer smelly, thuggish people from the middle of nowhere would be trying to kill her just because she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

On the other hand, who wants to live forever?

Sauron dropped to his side where the arrow cut his leg putting his hand over the wound he sealed it and licked the blood, smiling he said "Lets play " Drawing out his twin mithral daggers he slashed towards the thug cutting his chest the leather armor held on he slashed again now cutting into flesh and kicked the wounded thug away. Turning towards the leader he shouted "Inriiaynrae KILL HIM!".

The chief turned around his eyes a flash of mad flury as he saw Sauron before him. "MURDERER! I'LL KI-" was all he could say. His snapping of rage had been his undoing as a the fireball launched by the sorceress literally blew his head into gore and brains the large headless man falling before the floor. The other thug now slightly wounded was only wide eyes "Laughing rouge's bread! The boss is dead!" he cried out as he tried to flee away.

As he did he was tripped by the halfling wererat Scarer falling to the floor. "Ello dere Winslow.." he greeted. As the thug screamed out in terror the halfling monster simply used both of his weapons to split his head open like a grape. Some blood splattered on the tracker as he laughed a little sadistically "Right... There a gang of them in the back alley, knowing them if their boss doesn't fetch for them soon they will torched the place." Scarer announced somewhat dusting his hands together.

Zeblithtlar was quite impressed with the fight capabilities of his allies resting his dancing once more returning to a more neutral position. "Then we choose our next move very carefully.." he advised.

(Sorry Campus Internet went hay wire all day. DX)

the rogue laughed, a slight evil chuckle escaping her; like most her kin, she enjoyed a good fight.
"eh, thats about par for this town I'd say."
hearing the rat, she turned herself invisible and went lookin for them.

Kessla shot a few more arrows for the fleeing thugs, tho purposely aimed for less vital areas, like their rump. the wererat had did as he said and turned on his companions. tho what to do now she wasnt sure, and she was torn tween honor and morality (he's evil i'm assuming).

Sauron spread his arms and began to drain the blood around him stepping on a pool his boots sucked up the red fluid and drained the body dry as husks, he smelled smoke and fat burning the thugs were lighting up!. Turning to his right he went to and alley and found three or four thugs with burning torches. "Bring it down " one of them shouted and threw the torches which entered through the windows and started to burn.

Siladhiel leveled a finger at Sauron. "We're having a talk about your magic later," the priestess growled, still angry and in a fair amount of pain. She didn't have the mana to heal herself, but create water was one of the first spells she had ever learned. It didn't take a lot to use it. "Make sure they haven't lobbed any upstairs. I'll put these ones out. Then we take care of our little firebugs outside."

The elf dumped some of the water over one of the torches, extinguishing it with a hiss. Then she looked over at the wererat--it had just occurred to her that she had someone to demand answers from. "You, Scarer! Why did your gang come here?"

Scarer grin twisted abit as a twitch was in his mouth "Well, Well, Well, full of questions are we? Tell you want elf, maybe I'll remember the reason for a 50 pieces of gold." he countered demanded, underneath everything else the wererat was a selfish mercenary at heart. (Yeah, Neutral Evil)

The five thugs literally turned to Sauron who was now all alone in the alley way he foolishly rushed over to inspect. Bones the thug waiting at the back entrance had been waiting by the edge of the alley way and when the blood wizard passed him he actually attempted to sneak attack him with his two scimitars. The others thugs drop their torches and drawed their steel the four men preparing to parry the swift of the wizard's deadly blades before swing their own weapons for the man's vitals. (Why did you just go in alone!? DX)

Zeblithtlar quickly turned invisible as well, casting see invisibility as he tried to followed his mistress for a second ambush or possible escape. It would be quite a shame if his fine sheets and pillows and linens and furnishes burned into cinder but he could not risk his own life for commodities he would obtain at a later date.

"How about thirty, and I don't strike you blind and deaf?" Siladhiel countered without a hint of a smile on her face. She was deadly serious. The priestess didn't normally make threats, but she was willing to make an exception for someone so clearly evil. "Half now, and half after you answer my question. You can either be thirty coins ahead or a beggar for life."

(Why is Sauron running off without the rest of the group again? We just all got together...)