Amnesty steps forward after Thoradin, digging into her bag to find the pair of manacles at the bottom. "Thank you Thoradin. It seems I'm still a little rusty on my casting. Fionn. Could you check the guard? Make sure he is in good health?" Amnesty kneels down next to Ikor and moves to put the manacles on him. "I offered my help. You denied it. You had to have know I couldn't let you do this. We will have future discussion. But for now... This will do."

At Thoradinn's call after Amnesty's departure, Delanra makes her apologies to the barkeep, "We'll continue to contemplate our differences on 'well-aged' another time. Taysia, come along little one, we'd best not let that girl get too far with only the dwarf." So saying, Delanra follows after the others, not running, but in a fast flowing walk as her long legs carry her forwards with smooth, determined strides. She feels more than sees Folwyn coming down the stairs, joining the pursuit, knowing that the goiiath will help Taysia keep up, and probably overtake her in but a moment.

Arriving to see Amnesty confront Ikor, and Thoradinn tackle the man to the ground, Delanra points to the downed man by the gates "Fionn, check that man, see if he's hurt." She strides past towards the individual that emerged from the house. "Fear not for Ester, Fionn is quite skilled and I'm sure he will be roused in no time - should it not be too serious. I am known to many as Lady Delanra, and these strangers to you are associates of mine. Calm your nerves, have your valet put a pot to boil, and we can explain this unexpected turn of events, Lord...?"

Persuasion: 21

Folwyn, upon seeing everyone head for the door will scoop up Tay once outside and place her on his shoulder to help keep up with the others. He looks Delanra up and down.

Can’t take my eye off you all for e few minutes even without trouble brewing. It’s nice to see you Delanra. 

You ok little one?   He says to Tay with a comforting pat on her arm.

"...it's Saborin Vesner," the Lord says. He looks around at the disarray around his mansion. "I am quite curious, so..." He peeks at Ikor, who has a bloodthirsty look in his eyes, and then nods and goes inside. "I'll have some tea ready if you wouldn't mind a chat after this is...cleared up." 

Ikor struggles against the manacles, until he finally rests. Looking deep into the eyes of Amnesty, he shakes his head. "They will not be happy. They will come for me."

Fionn checks on the fallen    casting spare the dying if needed

Fionn, the guard, Ester, only appears to be unconscious. He isn't bleeding, and doesn't seem to be at risk of death at the moment, meaning he most likely went unconscious from a spell of some form. 

Once shackled, Thoradin simply stands over Ikor looming "Ye be lucky boy, I could tell the lass had some interest in ye so ye didn' get to hear the sweet song of me hammer. Ye shouldn' let anymore foolish thoughts flow, for I be a dwarf with little patience." and he will remain there until everything outside is settled and everyone comes to a conclusion of what we are doing with him.

Ikor smiles, almost as if he is in a mad haze. He laughs, almost hysterically. "You really don't get it. They're coming. For me. Soon."

"This one is still alive  just unconscious   should be alright after a bit   Fionn then moves the guard inside the gate

Anyone who would like to, make a Perception check, please.

Perception: 14

Amnesty kneels beside Ikor. "I will make sure that that possibility is limited to none. You see... it's not just the want to save you from the darkness, but you also have information I seek. We seek." 

Fionn, you can see dark hooded figures wlaking through the fog, and atop their heads, you spot twisted black horns. As they get closer, Ikor laughs hysterically. "I knew they would come for me!"

(If it will help at all I'll throw one in,) Perception: 14

(Nope)

Amnesty looks up at Ikors words, standing quietly. She remains alert as the rest of her party looks at the figures (how many can Amnesty see approaching?)

there are some of those black horn types getting closer

Fionn readies his mace and shield

Folwyn sets Tay down on the ground and steps in front of her. He slides his glaive off his back running its sharp edge along his skin allowing a trickle of blood to cover the edge of the blade. Your turn to have some fun he says to himself. The blade crackles with lightning and Folwyn lets out a roar for battle, his eyes raging as if possessed.

Folwyn will attack the first robed figure that comes within 20 feet of the party, 10 feet of movement to get some space between the figures and the party and 10 feet of reach with the weapon. 

Should that happen Attack is Attack: 11 Damage: 10

OOC: wow. So that’s crap

Folwyn swings his glaive at the nearest robed figure but they dodge out of the way. Seeing the hostility from Folwyn, the one that you tried to attack will now attempt an attack at you. 

You watch as they pull a blade from their cloak pocket and you see that it is two obsidian blades, twisted around each other and emiting a low hum of dark energy as it crackles with black light as the cloaked figure runs to hit Folwyn.

Attack Roll: 19

It barely misses, the blade flying right by Folwyn's head. One more hooded figure will come, taking their blade and thrusting it into the air to strike Folwyn in the leg. 

Attack Roll: 10

This second attack hits Folwyn, piercing him in the leg for 6 piercing damage.

Folwyn screams in rage from the stab in his leg and will attack the one that hit himAttack: 12 Damage: 13

 if it hits it’s also 2 lightning damage from crimson rite

Unfortunately, it just barely misses, cutting off a small slice of the fabric from the hooded cloak.

Anyone who would like to engage further, please roll Initiative.

Hooded Figure Initiative: 8