(Out of combat, at my behest, GM Bork was persuaded to allow magic items)
Steel vs. Izol
I was very afraid for this fight. Izol had better physique, better casting, and better combat skills than I did. At first I feigned initiative, waiting for him to cast a spell I could disrupt. When he did not, I changed tactics: I ran towards Izol and unleashed hell upon him. It was close, for me -- he didn't stand a chance.
And yet, I feel bad. It was not a fair fight.
Steel vs. Murg
The best fight yet. I won, narrowly -- we were on the ropes. When Theo pointed out a mysterious watcher in the stands, I spent my time
(my reactions) watching him instead of Murg. If I had taken the fight more seriously, it may have been (more safely) not so close.
Just as I took my final shot, a mysterious figure (one of the fighters from a previous round) whipped out a scroll and begun to cast some spell. I still had a moment of initiative and took the second shot in my clip. Narrowly, I hit the evildoer, dropping a shred of the scroll to the ground.
Discovered, the stranger turned to leave. Chaos erupted from guardsmen and drunk patron alike, and the stranger pulled a strange flask from his pockets and threw it, causing a smoke cloud to sweep over the room and allowing the man to escape. Leaving several dead in his wake, I helped Murg over to the dead as our priest returned them to the land of the living.
The Streets of Excellion
Alarms were raised, and we ran out back into the dwarven district of Excellion.
The city is under attack. It feels similar to Veradin, but the attackers here are out for blood. Terrorists lash out with their blades at anyone in range; we met up with what guards we could to stand against them. On a sidestreet we found a shasouva, a strange lupine-demon-horrific creature that lay waste to all men and women before it. Though I left the rest of the party to deal with it -- as I took shots at the terrorists I could see -- it overpowered the guardsmen and Murg.
I had to choose between the innocent, and Murg. I chose Murg, then threw myself in front of the innocent.
We survived. Barely.
After the fight, I noticed that the bodies of the attackers faded, slowly. As if they were made of black mist.