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The rumbling Kransh's shoulders scrape the corridor's ending as his body turns, redirecting his warhammer to the ogre's exposed knee. The blow buckles the brute's leg, as Kransh hears and feels the edge's of bone inside cracking. Momentarily, the ogre shifts slightly to eye the dwarf hammering.

The ogre glimpses Deadeye rushing in, but swings just over the bonecrafter with his backhand. Deadeye's staff clips the aching knee, his shoulder depresses the ogre's gut, and with a spitting exhale - the giant stumbles, falling before the three companions. The archers lurking behind now have slightly clearer lines of site.

Flail watches the combined efforts of Kransh and Deadeye topple the ogre, and his focus shifts to the archer around the pillar. He pivots quickly, using the now-prone ogre as a distraction. The spin brings his flails to exact vengeance with a vicious brutality on the unsuspecting archer. The robed killoren watches snowflakes erupt from the flail's head as it rips into the archer's body - defiling the humanoid's shape. The blow slams the killoren against the pillar, showering Flail with blood from the cat-like creature's ribs breaking then puncturing its skin and thin armor.

Ameane follows the combat, beating her drums to keep the fervor up.

Olyx moves forward, her eyes flitting around the sight. "Finish off the giant, I will handle the cats!" Her gaze fixes on the robed killoren and as she flashes her palm toward him - a fiery orb appears just beyond her reach. With a shake of her arm, the flame breaks into four equally strong orbs that spiral past Flail to the clothed killoren -who can barely gets his arms up- before he is engulfed by the flames that seem to grow only more intense.

The two back archers loose arrows at Flail that careen past his trailing shoulder. The robed killoren pats the dying remains of the flames dead. He slowly draws a circle in the air parallel to the floor, then pours a small portion of pebbles through it, "Maanid, come to me!" A purple shimmer forms on the floor beneath his circle.

The ogre turns on the ground. He plants his arms and pushes himself up, giving Kransh and Deadeye chances to take a few swings while he cannot protect himself. The unified blows of the warhammer and quarterstaff strike on the ogre's nearest forearm, and blood immediately begins to pool beneath the surface, then seep from a break in the skin. Anger fills the ogre's eyes before thrusting its rough, spiked armored leg at Deadeye, who takes the brunt of the brute's shin across his own thigh and hip - the spikes piercing (5 piercing).

Jebban and Belten hurry up from the back to see the ogre rising, but bloodied. Jebban traces the tip of her blade across the floor and takes in the scene, her eyes glowing whiter. Belten bumps past her, and stands alongside yet still behind Kransh until the time arises to move forward. Eklan follows Jebban and Belten up the corridor, and holds position behind them.

The killoren on the opposite side of the pillar from Kransh steps free of the stone and sneaks an arrow through the ogre's legs that strikes Deadeye in the meatiest part of his arm. The minor sting of the arrow piercing his skin is suddenly heightened as electricity jolts through the shaft into him (2 piercing, 3 electric). Deadeye can see singed blue feathers adorning the protruding arrow.

Round 3 - Kransh, Deadeye, Flail, and Ameane are up... again...

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Kransh AR 16 + 12 = 28 (dmg 7,+8 = 15 bludgeoning)
Deadeye overrun 18 + 7 = 25 (Success! q-staff/shoulder dmg = 1,+6 = 7 bludgeoning)
Flail AR 20! (19 + 12 = 31!) CRIT! (dmg 4,8,+18 = 30 bludgeoning, 3 cold) - ONE HIT KILL!
Kransh AoO 15 + 12 = 27 (dmg 7,+8 = 15 bludgeoning)
Deadeye AoO 20! (5 + 9 = 14 ) (dmg 6,+4 = 10 bludgeoning)

Initiative:
22 Killoren
19 Kransh (+7) <==
19 Deadeye (+1) (-10 hp) <==
16 Flail (+2) (-15 hp) <==
15 Ameane (+2) <==
14 Olyx (+1)
12 Killoren
12 Killoren
10 Robed Killoren (-24 hp)
9 Ogre (-57 hp)
7 Killoren (-33 hp, most certainly dead!)
6 Jebban (+1)
3 Belten (+1)
3 Eklan (+0) <==

Deadeye feels Eklan's warm touch through his clothing, and the injuries he has incurred remedy themselves as the road enlists the powers that be to re-strengthen the bonecrafter's body (heal 10 hp). Eklan then turns his attention toward Flail, as Ameane's drum beating grows more intense in his ears.

With his wounds fixed, Deadeye steps toward the pile of stones around Flail's ankles as they melt into the floor.

Ameane sees the multiple foes laid out on the floor, and the stones shaking around Flail. Her hands keep the beat, the left-right, step-swing rhythym as the airs of battle seem to be waning.

Initiative:
22 Killoren (-27 hp, unconcious)
19 Kransh (+7) <==
19 Deadeye (+1)
16 Flail (+2) (-15 hp) <==
15 Ameane (+2)
14 Olyx (+1) <==
12 Killoren (-27 hp, unconcious)
12 Killoren (-17 hp, unconcious)
10 Robed Killoren (-43 hp, unconcious)
Sm Earth Elemental - Maanid
9 Ogre (-83 hp - dead!)
7 Killoren (-33 hp, most certainly dead!)
6 Jebban (+1)
3 Belten (+1)
3 Eklan (+0)

The group lingers. The rubble settles to the floor, and can only barely be perceived moving to one side of Flail - away from Deadeye, before rising like a bird-of-prey from the ground to strike Flail across the chest. Fortunately, the elemental is unfocused and the blow simply rattles off the warrior's torso, but not before Flail can get a swing off at the rocks. His weapons knock the stones apart, and as they roll harmlessly away... small trails of green smoke rise from their resting place.

--There are no threats apparent, and the door to the lower levels of the complex are now, slightly ajar.
--The robed killoren, 3 of the archer killoren, and the ogre have passed on, while the last archer clings to life unconciously.
--A search of the bodies and room near them reveals - non-magical: 1 MW large greatclub, 1 MW large scale mail (pieces) with armor spikes, 4 MW small longbows; magical - 3 +1 shock arrows, 3 potions CLW, 1 potion CMW, arcane scroll - dancing lights + detect poison, divine scroll - create food and water + SNA 3

Investigating beyond the opened door, Deadeye can see a portion of railing-less edge 15 feet in front of him. The space appears symmetrical about the doors, and from overhead, faint light trickles down from the dirty and broken stained glass windows of the once grand belltower. No bell appears to hang in the bellfry, and the middle of the room is open to a floor below. Spiral staircases appear at the near corners of protrusions from the primary floor in the area - each presenting wide stairs able of two people walking side by side up or down them.

Burnt torches lie beneath wall sconces throughout the space, and a faint path of foot traffic extends toward one staircase and the edge directly ahead. Dust continues to settle in the room as the sun beams in.