From across the battlefield, three sparks of light shoot across the sky like flares from the Genasi, her arm outstretched towards the group. The magic falls swiftly to the earthy ground and jets towards Flaysteir, Darak, and Tadriel, leaving trails of dirt wisps in the air behind them.

Magic Missile with each missile hitting a different target.

• Flaysteir: 5
• Darak: 2
• Tadriel: 2

     Following shortly behind the missiles, as if they were guiding bolts of light, the Human charges awkwardly to your group. His armor clanging and shuffling around almost like it doesn't quite fit his form. He stops midway, about 15 feet from your group, and clangs his weapon against his shield,

"C'mon then! Lets see what you all got!"

Tadriel regards the ambushed elf momentarily, "Too slow," before turning to the warrior. Taking a step, Tadriel appears to step into an invisible wall of fog, a billowy cloud surrounding him as he dissapears and reappears 15' behind the warrior. Moving in a blink with blade drawn, he lashes at the genasi with a fluid sweep.

     Tadriel billows from the mist, sending out wisps of white smoke. As he swings his blade he is confident it will make contact with the mage, but then, a smirk gleams from the face of the Genasi woman. A shimmering orb of water appears around her for just a second, blocking Tadriels attack as she reacts with Shield.

"Are all you Elves this arrogant?"

     She sneers, clearly holding a grudge against her teammate who charged forward, only to get swarmed like a piece of meat to a pack of hungry wolves.

     The Kobold stands up from his Prone position and loads another bolt into his crossbow. Trying to steady his aim as best he can, he fires.

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     He tried his best, but the bolt flies through the air wildly, sending a strong kick back his way. He appears to be sobering up as he manages to catch himself from falling over this time around.

Darak and the human circle each other for a couple of seconds the dust swirling up around them the human attempts a clumsy strike but Darak reads his intent and lets him commit to the blow, redirecting the strike with his shield he brings his warhammer down onto the outstretched wrist of his adversary, breaking it, as he screams and drops the mace he makes the mistake of turning to look where the weapon has fallen taking his eyes from his foe.

With a surge of divine power welling within him Darak launches a vicious reverse catching the man in the side of the head, there is a cracking noise and he slumps to his knees and stays upright there for a second eyes nearly level with the victorious dwarf before slowly falling to the side blood  running freely from his nose and ears.  

Flaysteir shakes off the damage dealt by magic missile, and pulls out his crossbow. He aims and releases a bolt to Genasi. Then he moves 30ft closer to Genasi and kobold.

"No, we are just better than you.", he replies to Genasi in common.

"Monologuing in the middle of combat is hard. I tried my best. I'm not saying I give up, but with my limited vocabulary and lack of skills to construct a metaphor on the fly, I feel like a squirrel that chokes with his mouth full of acorns. Nevertheless, I must continue for the sake of my pride as a hardboiled detective.

I begin to run towards the water genasi that reminds me of the seas I travelled to reach Runewarren. Whether I can reach her or not depends on what action I'll take. If she's within range, I'll cast my trusty Ray of Frost. Otherwise, I'll have to dodge and wait until I can reach her."

     The Genasi woman's heart is pounding, her body pumping with adrenaline as swords and bolt come crashing toward her. She nimbly ducks around the bolt fired from Flaysteir's crossbow, her head turning with it as it passes by. She slowly spins back and mockingly laugh's,

"Not better by much, I see!"

     As she gloats, she loses focus for just a moment. It's at this time a bolt of icy blue magic comes darting toward her, hitting her square in the chest. A direct hit! She stumbles back in shock, bits of frost breaking from her skin. She falls down to one knee for a second before pulling herself back up with her staff, coughing.

Seeing the genasi trying to regain her footing Darak calls firth a spark of divine might, they all hear a bell toll as necrotic energy assaults the woman.

"Should've stayed down witch."

     The air falls still. Clouds of dust from the dirt settle, and, for just a moment, there is peace and silence during the chaos of battle. The only thing all of you can hear is the faint coughing coming from the Genasi woman trying to regain her footing on the other end of the battlefield. As she struggles, a dolorous bell fills the air around her.

     She works her way back on to her feet as the wind swirls bits of dirt and dust around her and the chaos of the battle resumes. There is a glimmering blue fire in her eyes as she calls out,

"You're going to, -cough- have to try harder than that!"

     She quickly grabs toward Tadriel's wrist, sparks of lightning arcing from her body.

      After the blast of lightning, she takes an almost elemental form as she dips away sending streaks of lightning behind her, putting about 30ft between herself and everyone else.

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I'm assuming he was given the armor. Though, it doesn't stack with the unarmored defense. It sets it to 13 + Dex Mod. Which, for you, would end up being 16 anyway. So yeah, ouch!

 

The genasi was too quick to chase and the fight was turning against her. To eliminate the Tadriel turns to the kobold and kicks the end of the crossbow up into its face. Momentarily stunned, the creature doesn't notice the blade slip under its arms and pass across its chest. The blade finds purchase through cloth and light armor, biting deep into the kobold's chest.

     The Kobold is unable to keep it's footing from the fierce attack and keels over clutching it's chest, leaving just the Genasi mage on the battlefield. You are all able to see the dedication in her expression as she gasps for air, exhausted. She shows no sign of giving up as she glares towards Flaysteir, awaiting his move.

     To the side, you can see the other groups nearing the end of their fights as well. Leucis looks panicked as he tries to prevent anyone from being murdered while the young nobleman claps excitedly at the carnage. The incredibly large man with the large maul from before seems to be fighting off two people at once, laughing as he swings his giant weapon around wildly.

Drawing his scimitars, he rushes forward towards Genasi. A simple smile appears on his face as he tries to beautifully cut Genasi.

"It's show time!", he shouts, as he tries to carve into her elemental-like body.

     As the last opponent in Group A falls, you can all feel a sense of relief was over your bodies. The dust settles, the fight is over, and not a single one of you was knocked unconscious. As you gather yourselves together to recoup a bit, you manage to watch the end of the Group C and D fight. A small Gnome hangs on the back of the large man with the giant maul as he swings it around wildly, knocking one of his two opponents out cold. In an attempt to deal with the Gnome, he falls on his back trying to crush him. It works. He crawls to his feet, cheering in a bloodthirsty rage. As he looks over to your group, something catches your eye. A glimmer of something metallic falls from the sky and shoot into the large man's shoulder, tunneling deep inside, sending him back to the floor. It appears to be a... Crossbow bolt?

     A sigh of relief can be heard from the Tiefling assistant Leucis as he checks his pocket watch and scribbles something down on some parchment. He paces toward your group, carefully stepping over the mounds of moaning would-be adventurers and presents a shimmering ticket, almost holographic in appearance.

"Well, it would appear you lot have passed the interview process. Please, take this ticket. It is good for a night's stay in 'The Sage and the Scroll.' All you need is this one ticket for you all."

     As he hands over the ticket, you can see it shimmer a bit in your hand.

"Rest up and reconvene out here come sunrise. We best be on our way, we don't want to keep the good people of Blackmoore waiting."

     Leucis takes the time to shake everyone's hands. He then pulls out a small handkerchief and wipes away any dirt and blood that may have transferred. It doesn't take long for the younger noble boy to come rushing over, patting Leucis' shoulder in excitement.

"They were great! I thought that mage was gonna live somehow, but BAM! And that Elf, what was he thinking? Charging in like that... And did you see the part when- "

     His voice trails off as Leucis and himself walk back towards the wagon.

Before moving on Darak moves through the small pile of downed opponents checking they are alive, casting spare the dying if necessary.  As he checks over the man he knocked down he feels for a pulse and says

"Well lad, you'll have a headache that'll make you want to cry but at least you live to see another day, Moradin help you make better choices in the future".

He then turns back to the group.

"I don't know about you all but I think I've earned an ale or two, shall we head back to this Inn and get to know each other. Hold on though before that you two elves come here a moment".

Flaysteir cuts a deep wound in her chest , leaving a permanent scar. With his second attack he cuts her hair moving the blade down her face making a cut through the cheek. After he walks off to the rest of his group.

"Good fight"

He then cleans his scimitars.

Krimpledimple walks toward the giant man with a large maul lying on the floor and looks at his shoulder.

Based on the general direction of where it came from and the point of entry of the crossbow bolt, the detective tries to deduce its source.