A pity that they had thought to come this way, Saeth thought. She yelled a battle cry rather than slowing her step, still confident that she could frighten and manhandle this number of inexperienced aristocrats. Besides, this couldn’t leave too many for the others to face. The swordswoman tried to count, but found herself too embroiled in swordplay to concern herself overmuch.
Nicolai joined her, nimbly following behind. With his short sword, he would guard the elf’s weaker side.
Hearing the sound of Saeth bounding up the balcony stairs, the dwarf grinned—he could get to like the Elf! She obviously wasn’t reluctant to engage in battle like most other elves, as he’d been told. And the Halavist priest was certainly stout and sturdy in battle as well. He’d done well to ally himself with such companions. With one of the Veiled down, Feldard pressed the offensive. There was no way these treacherous villians would be leaving here alive—not if he had anything to say about it.
Fighting resolutely, Maruc concentrated on ensuring that the small advantage they did have wasn’t wasted. He was not a trained fighter so he wasn’t really aware of Seaths heroics, he was too busy trying to say alive.
Miklos had looked up as Saeth launched herself up the stairs he saw a group break off, three, no four. Not doubting Saeth’s prowess in combat Miklos thought that those sort of odds could spell disaster for any swordswoman. She may well soon be overwhelmed. Lining his sight on the main group at the top of the stairs, Miklos started to recall the sleep spell he had memorised. He launched the magic into the midst of them hoping to cause confusion.
The four hooded men charged boldly at the elf and young rogue behind her. Daggers raised they prepared for battle. As Saeth and Nicolai raise their swords to engage them, all four of the men collapsed. Once again, the mage’s sleep spell had swung the tide of battle and they were able to bypass the sleeping men in robes and take on Maruc and Feldard’s attackers. The cleric and dwarf were holding their own. Despite getting slashed by a veiled dagger, the dwarf’s battle axe dropped another opponent with a single stroke. Meanwhile, Maruc’s flail was not quite as formidable, for it took him two strikes to accomplish what the dwarf could with one.
Their number down to three and Saeth and Nicolai were charging around the balcony blocking their escape, the remaining Veiled Society were cut down when the party’s attack converged upon them.
Bodies lay everywhere in the firelit chamber, but there was no sign of the man who had lead the execution that had been witnessed upon entering the underground lair.