Felicia used a Suggestion? If it worked, then the bard probably doesn't need watching? And if it didn't, Tos doesn't know what to be alert for... He stands by the ladder with his back to the wall, out of touch range. 

This also lets him keep an eye on the cleric. "I believe that the cargo is yours. Once the defense is complete, we will withdraw."

The skeletons and one-and-a-half zombies don't react to Felicia pushing through them, neither blocking her nor moving out of the way.

The cleric, flanked by Formerly-Belt and Formerly-Ring, walks to the ladder, stares Tos in the face in passing, and peers up the hatch. "Move. I'm going to channel."

Looks like Elias needs help, but she should get healed first. She dives down to Felicia. Flying is fun... maybe she wants to be a sietaziz after all. Wheeeee ow ow ow flying is more fun when you have skin.

The remaining attackers flinch at Elias's channeling. The two on the shore keep bombarding Elias - the arrow and liquid are deflected by his armor. The one by the hatch burns Formerly-Blond a bit more.

Neffie stays still and looks around for things attacking her so she can defend herself. Nothing yet, aww, so she can't obey that part of what her friend told her yet.

She reaches up and touches Alieta. Cure Light Wounds.

Now it's time to heal Elias. She starts walking in his direction.

He has no need for spells. Only slashing and thrusting.

He attacks one of the alchemists now. There's a halfling and a human. He decides to attack the halfling first. Power Attack.

The halfling presents a smaller target, but he manages to hit anyway. He smiles.

The halfling alchemist (the one crouched by the hatch) is now in multiple pieces! The head-containing chunk screams and throws a bloody splash of fire vaguely in Elias's direction, further soiling the grimy planks.

The other alchemist screams in despair and hurls another Frost Bomb. It hits Elias right at the base of his neck and immediately soaks him under his armor, freezing into splinters of ice.

The archer misses.

Yay pretty cleric healing! Boo everything else tonight!

Elias said he's resistant to fire. As soon as Felicia is clear she's going to use her scroll of Merciful Fireball and finish this.

"Fireball as soon as you heal!"

The cleric grins and addresses each of his undead: "You three, pick up the buckets on the starboard railing and give them to you...You fill every bucket in your hands from the river. You two, take filled buckets from you and throw them on the fire. You, pick up empty buckets on the deck and bring them to you. You four," three zombies and a skeleton, "come here and" - he turns and slaps Tos with a Touch of Blindness - "restrain him, keep him from breathing."

Tos resists the spell. "Help! Over-"

The undead squash him before he can lift the scimitar off his shoulder. They're not good at subtlety.

He's definitely not breathing now.

Oh no, they're fighting! They should stop fighting and be nice. Sleep.

(The spell has no effect. It doesn't work on undead, and it's not strong enough to wrap around Tos or the cleric.)

She hears something. Tos screaming? Right, she'll go deal with that later. She'd rather not be in Alieta's Fireball range, Merciful though it is. Rather than run to Elias, she walks well clear of the Fireball's range, and readies herself to tap Elias with her wand.

He can feel his wounds catching up to him. He's not going to last much longer. He's going to take this attack of opportunity to finish off the halfling alchemist, and then run over to Felicia's side to get healed.

He grazes the halfling's leather armor, but not enough to touch flesh. Whatever. Alieta will finish them off.

Felicia is there to tap him with the wand when he gets to her. The feeling of the positive energy is great, but he barely gets anything out of it. Right. Cure spells are variable like that.

Fireball now, then? Okay.

Merciful Fireball.

She should have used her Communal Resist Energy, set to resist fire, on the whole party before the fight started. And prepared more Fireballs.

The attackers are knocked around but keep fighting, except for the halfling alchemist. The other alchemist runs back and stops to drink something.

The archer, who must have heard Alieta shout and tried to find her, shoots at the source of the Fireball and impales her through her shoulder against the mast.

That really hurts, but the pain focused in one part of her body is bearable, unlike losing most of her skin earlier. When this is over she's going to need more training to handle that kind of pain - don't get distracted - what now? Attack, heal, buff, flee... She holds her breath tightly and flies forward. The arrow, stuck into the mast, pulls out her back with a snap.

Huh, she can't feel her legs.

She already has her scroll case open. Infernal Healing.

They're still fighting! She sings loudly, an intricate microtonal melody. Fascinate.

Neither the cleric nor the closest zombie care for music.

Oh gods, now Alieta needs more healing too. She really wishes she had positive energy channeling right now. She's going to tap Elias with the wand another time.

...it's definitely much more refreshing this time. He can feel the frozen skin weave back together.

He should make use of his fiendish servant. He got it recently as a boon. It's going to be bad if it dies, but the battle is coming to a close anyway.

He raises his hand, and a dretch appears several feet before him. 

The dretch ambles nearer to the human alchemist. Cause Fear.

The alchemist stumbles over the gangway to shore and runs.

It's not working! Sing harder!