Since Chaosmark has been unfortunately unavailable, I’ll act for Ren, starting with the Attack of Opportunity…
The thing shuddered and visibly crumbled beneath the power of Septimus’ mighty blow. The gravestone nested in its pelvis cracked as the spear struck it, sending stony fragments flying.
As the lumbering menace stumbled and fell before Septimus’ fury, the Neamuan swordmistress’ blade swung down mightily, cleaving through bone and soil and even shattering the brittle stone of the antique cenotaph. The thing collapsed with a low, rumbling sigh, its remains crumbling into dust and stony fragments. A nauseating stench befouled the air, the stink of long-forgotten tombs and dust-fouled liches.
Ren did 10 more points of damage and the thing was DONE…
Stalking past the grave-thing’s vile miasma, Ren moved fearlessly into the magical shadows surrounding the demon-blooded assassin. Her eyes were useless to her in the darkness, but she had other senses. The catfolk hunter possessed excellent hearing and her sense of smell was keener than all but the most sensitive of humans. Led half by scent, half by intuition, she sensed the killer’s infernal taint near the magical darkness’ heart. She began whirling her blade in the defensive web of steel known as the shadowguard, its tip flicking out periodically toward her foe.
Unfortunately, Ren missed the villain. Vaqqas retreats to a nearby street where he collects his wits. Tall Hakanis bleeds.
As the grave-thing collapsed, the wounded rogue nervously assessed his remaining enemies. He was confident that he could take out one or two more, but how soon would their reinforcements begin arriving? With his injuries, he doubted that he could flee far. He had one task he needed to accomplish before he dared leave: Turning down the alley where his ally had fallen, the failed assassin cleanly severed the dwarf’s head and speared it with his sword to take with him.
Peregrina, Therdamin, Septimus, and Ren can go. The others are collecting their wits nearby.