"Not you again!" the turning halfling squawked as Randal edges around the corner of the hall alongside Toria. He made to duck, but the flat of the Morninglord's blade thumped against the crown of his head all too quickly. The burglar flopped flat to the floor with his eyes closed, his tongue lolling out with no dignity at all, and no movement save for his breathing.<br/><br/>A moment after he dropped, Cecily would make it through the corner bedroom and pop into the hall opposite Toria from Randal, shield boomeranging around the corner past Toria and over the just-collapsing halfling before returning to the she-warrior.<br/><br/>Downstairs, Arivel waved 'hi' to Dora as he jogged around her and Rodger, but she seemed to be concentrating so he left it at that; he also gestured to the way he'd just come from and shook his head to indicate he'd found no more burglars or things of interest. The man exited the other side door of the greathall, into the billiards-room. From there he went along the south side of the first floor, across the hallway and into the parlor.<br/><br/>He gasped and called out to those who could hear what he saw - the slain nobleman that Dora had seen sprawled out the parlor's other door (now with a dying halfling draped over it) was not the only one. Half a dozen other humans, all in their upper teenage or early score-and-some years and mostly well-heeled in their blooded attire, lay dead. Three other nicely-dressed young men lay in wretched poses across the parlor rugs, and a half-naked lad and lass were twisted on one couch, still entangled with each other in whatever young passions had been interrupted by the burglars.<br/><br/>"First floor seems all clear..." Arivel's voice echoed through the house, but his tone was far from jubilant.<br/><br/><br/>Randal's attack roll 18+18r, hit, 14 nonlethal dmg<br/>halfllng knocked unconscious<br/>Feel free to ignore initiative now (i.e. combat over, as far as you know... / new initiative rolls would be used if things did get hot again)