The BEGINNING!

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Lallie hurried up towards the loud sounds of fighting.  Drawing her bow, she notched her sole arrow and pulled it taunt.  Coming to the room, she ran in and shot.

[Carthrat]

The arrow flew clean and true...

...impaling the mage at the height of his spell.

Needless to say, the spell didn't go as planned. However, you can only have so much magical energy at your hand before it WILL do something, no matter WHAT happens...

An ultrasonic wail came from the mage, and temproarily deafened everyone in the room (As well as giving them a rather nasty headache.)

[TannimFodder]

Hammerfist grimaced as he gingerly walked through the mess he had left behind in his fight.  Rivers of blood was fine and dandy for the scholars, but the damn stuff clung to the clothes and boots, and it was easier to seperate a dwarf from his gold than scrub the stuff off.  Wearing dark clothing helped, but only to a certain exctent.

Currently, he was using the bodies of his easily-despatched enemies as stepping-stones on his way to see what had happened in the room where the elf had charged into, and the loud sound had followed shortly after.

[Carthrat]

The rogue did indeed follow Jean, but had a nasty surprise ready for her...

He turned around the corner, dagger at the ready...

And pre-cast Stoneskin spell safely in place.

[Bean Bandit]

Jean quickly thrust with the dagger, groaning in dismay as the tip bent against her stalker's skin.

"Well, ****," She observed. "What's this about anyway? Is it the gems from the castle? I swear, Duke Agloman gave them to me as a gift..." she trailed off, backing away.

[Carthrat]

The assassin grinned, and slashed out with a longsword, chanting some kind of... prayer? as he went.

"Illiysium... Deum.... Arginum... KA!"

[TannimFodder]

As he entered the room, Hammerfist saw John, Lallie, and three strange men all clutching at their ears or clenching their eyes in pain.  Surprisingly, no one had begun to counter-attack after the loud sound.

"WHAT ARE YE DOIN', STANDIN' 'ROUND WITH YER HEAD UP YER ARSES?!" he bellowed.

All for naught.  No-one seemed to hear the dwarf.

That was just fine with Axebeard, as it gave him a distict advantage over those who had their backs turned to him.  It would cover up the sound of carnage that would normally alert them to his presence.  He tapped one of the strange men on the shoulder.

In an exaggerated opening and closing of his mouth, Hammerfist said, "Die, you turd of a bastard toad," before attacking him.

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: 'Rat, Is the guy with the longsword attacking me? If so, what happend to the dagger he had a minute ago? Anyway, I'll treat as though he's attacking me, since no one inside matches the description...
(If it is not, in fact for me, tell me, and I'll delete it.)

IC:

Jean let out a shriek as the assassin swung, ducking quickly, and getting an impromptu haircut as the razor sharp blade sliced off her long brown braid.

As she felt her now shoulder length hair flutter around her face, she let out a VERY unladylike curse. Looking up, she decided now was no the time for a lecture on the sanctity of a woman's hair. Shooting the assassin an icy glare, she dashed back toward the window she'd exited from.

It would be easier to lose this jerk inside a building...

[Rezantis]

Uncaring of the loud noises emanating from across the hallway, Fred rolled over and continued snoring.

Like a chainsaw, really.

Good thing the party had separate rooms, or nobody would have gotten any sleep...

[Carthrat]

OOC: ...and Cheap-ass DM save! I hate it when I forget things like that >_<

IC: The assassin spoke a Word, and the longsword shortened into a dagger.

By it's very nature, a Longsword was Long, and somewhat difficult to fit into a small window. But the ever-useful Extendable Blade helped a great deal. And it was very useful when the opponent was running... they'd think you were too far to hit with the dagger, and BANG...

Then, the assassin dashed after Jean to the window, making a show of slashing wildly.

[Anonymous]

Noticing a commotion from the side of his eye, John finally realized one very important thing...

DO NOT LEAVE YOURSELF OPEN IN A FIGHT!

With that very important thought in mind, he shook off the haze of pain that had descended on him and attacked the man closest to him.

'I hope Lallie can handle the last man.' He privately thought, before turning his full attention back to killing the strange assasin before he could put up a defense.

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Lallie smiled at the last man.  "HI!"  It was really mean if you didn't greet someone when meeting them.  "Whoops, I just used my only arrow, didn't I?"  She laughed.  Polite conversation was very important.  

Then she shot him.

OOC:  Lallie DID just use her only arrow earlier, but it was enchanted.  After it hits the target, it appears back in its case.  ^^  She'll never run out.

[Carthrat]

OOC: o_O Lallie is one twisted elf ^_^

IC: The man's eyes were wide as he fell to the ground, clutching his chest in agony.

The last assassin was a bit of an oddity. He looked like all the others, but his blade flashed faster than the others, and, when it looked like he was about to lose...

...he pulled out another blade and began slashing away at John with that, always chanting the same strange words...

"Illiysium... Deum.... Arginum... KA!"

[Bean Bandit]

Jean dove through the window, making sure to keep one step ahead of the extendable sword.

She was beginning to get nervous. She KNEW she hadn't done anything to attract this type of attention...not recently, at any rate.

She tore through the hall of the inn, weaving around obstacles, hurriedly trying to lose the assassin with the extendable weapon...

[TannimFodder]

Hammerfist considered attacking the last man from behind.  On the one hand, it would be dishonorable to interrupt a one-on-one duel.  On the other, he'd get to kill something.

Axebeard shrugged.  If Johnny-boy wanted his help, he'd probably ask for it.

The dwarf had the most peculiar sensation as he sat down to watch the fight; he had a strange craving for little bits of corn heated until the popped.