Their first swooping strike caught us by surprise. When we regrouped we saw there were only three - we could take them. Then the bad news started: one of them had two doubles of himself flying around him, effectively increasing their numbers to five. One of the standers-by at the Deck turned out to be an ally of the windlings and started casting spells on our fighters. After Ahmok engaged this spellcaster (who we later found out was a female dwarf illusionist named Nayra), three heavily-armored dwarf warriors turned up at the other end of the Deck.
It seemed that the cards were all dealt, nothing else was forthcoming. Not that we could breathe any sigh of relief. Ahmok was momentarily paralysed by the caster and at first could only throw daggers at her, before being engaged by one of the fighter dwarves. Cyrellion was doing his best to take them out of the sky, but the windlings were deft and agile. Ivor and Jarl took on the other two dwarves, while I shifted my attention between the windling that was targeting me and Jarl's dwarf adversary - to assist as necessary.
The fight was drawing on, with all sides using talents to avoid blows or strike back unexpectedly. The dwarf fighters' heavy armor repelled all but the heaviest of blows, but Ivor managed to hurt them. At one point I blindsided one of the fighters and dealt him some serious armor-defeating damage. This got me noticed, and his one answering blow left me unconscious. When I was brought to by Cyrellion I saw that the fighters had been reduced to one, Ahmok had disposed of his dwarf opponent, the illusionist and Ahmok were nowhere to be seen, and the remaining windling was frantically fiddling with the lock of the bear's cage. Jarl took care of the windling with judicious use of Icy Ball and Chains, which wrapped around the winged pest and knocked him senseless to the ground. The fighter countered by sending our elementalist to the brink of death. Immobilising the fighter with my Pain spell allowed Ivor to finish him off without further trouble. Turning round I saw a windling felled with an arrow through his throat, still clutching a vial. Nice.
When the dust settled and Jarl was given a healing potion, we heard strange, louder than usual gurgling noises coming from the muck of the lake. We went to the side and glimpsed a familiar T'skrang hand thrashing for the surface. We lowered a rope and out came Ahmok, stinking and gagging. We retreated to our rooms (Ahmok to a bath house first) to lick our wounds and decide on our strategy for the auction, to be held at dusk that evening.
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