Turn 101

This development calls for a change of tactics. Ibn Fadil leaps to his feet and draws his sword in almost the same moment, and slashes at Nikodem without hesitation; as his comrades may have noted before, wielding a blade with his left hand does not appear to be any hindrance to him.
    [Rolling a 1, however, does.]
    It's a clean miss as Nikodem slips and flails in the snow. "Weaklings all! The Fire is coming! The Last Winter is at hand!"
    [Yes, he is speaking in capital letters now....]
    Nyala glances around at this, then her attention is caught by a man who appears to be attempting to slink off into the shadows. She follows him.
    Horrified by Nikodem's unexpected and extremely callous behavior Lynden spares only a heartbeat before he himself begins to speak, moving to interpose himself between Tesfaye and his assailant as he does so. Although his voice is tense he speaks clearly and then touches his Lordship swiftly before resuming his stance keeping the guildmaster at bay. [Cure Serious Wounds, cast in place of Meld Into Stone]
    He looks much improved, though his breathing is still labored.
    Emmett quickly sizes up the situation, then adjusts his position to be opposite to Nikodem from the half elf. Once in position, he closes to almost directly behind the spellcaster (Should he be a spellcaster? I can't remember if Nikodem has any clerical investiture... -- GM: nothing visible) and starts hammering away with cutlass and hook. The man is simply too dangerous to the life of the local lord to let live, and saving the local lord *has* to be good for trade...
    It's hard to see in the torchlight--the hook seems to catch *in* the man's flesh, holding him still for that crucial moment as the cutlass blade slides through his ribs and *twists*, and with a scream he falls to the ground. The snow is dark with blood beneath him.
    [Good time for a crit. He's down and busy dying.]
    Bendek comes charging around the building, puffing with the exertion, and thumps down next to Tesfaye. "Marek ward us all!" He does a quick physical check and looks up at Lynden. "Jomei poison, looks like. You arrested the spread? Good." He begins a muttered prayer of his own.
    Wicked stuff, Lynden knows, from a certain fish found only in the deepest parts of the sea. First paralyzing, it moves rapidly through the body; had the front door not been broken down, the lord might have been dead by the time they got him outside, and it's unlikely anyone would have looked for such a cause.
    "Hello," Alais says, rounding the corner and blinking in surprise at the carnage. "The fire is out, we found some of the most interesting things in the--."
    Pham looks at the dying man in their midst. "Who is that?"
    

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