Shit's going down, son!

I am just about to head down the stairs when I hear Abe shouting for me. Honestly, stealth doesn’t really come into it with these people.
 
He runs past up the other stairs and a shambling figure with his eye hanging out lurches towards me – I try to slip past, but it grabs hold of me and headbuts me in the face… with the point of the knife that’s sticking out of its head! This… this is not happening. Not today. I don’t have time for this. I take a deep, slow, breath, and settle myself away from all the darkness. This is not the time for this right now. This is the time for pulling myself together. I can fall apart later, but now I need to move. It seems to work, for now.
 
Abe hits it with his staff, which I would say gave a resounding ‘thwack!’ but I was too busy being concerned that this hideous creature had ripped off half of my face! I swirl behind him and give a proper kidney gouging set of jabs into its back. It oozes dark mess. Abe hits it again, and manages to dodge its clumsy hands. I jab it in what would have been the heart… but it’s dead. Like, really dead. I continue looking downstairs to see what they’re hiding… I find: Everyone! The medicus, the watch commander, Father Belargo, Mullando, and the dwarves, all locked up in a makeshift set of cells at the back of the basement.
 
I call out to Abe to come and help, and fill in Illeva on what’s been going on. Mullando and Belargo look like they’re in a really bad way… The medicus tells us to fetch Ardetta to her asap. Between us, we shift the wounded upstairs and get ready to help Illeva take back control of the bell tower.
 
Illeva and her watch return with Ardetta, and we head to the bell tower. Abe starts scaling the tower walls (holy fucking gods!) and I attempt to persuade the Blue Cloaks to open the door. They’re absolutely not buying it. Le sigh. Today is really not going my way. I could really use a tea. Falling back onto old habits, I see no reason as to why not to give it a go, but not expecting much, I try to pick the lock. Which clicks! Holy shit! I picked the lock! I let the Commander know (once she’s finished punching a merc in the face to the death) and let her know the door is open.
 
Suddenly... a flaming man plummets from the air and bounces down the steps. Abe’s doing alright then. The door to the tower bursts open and five guys stride out of the door. One of them chases me around the tower, clearly aware that I’m the smallest threat, and I attempt to lob a knife at him. It… does not go well. Ah well. Today’s already gone to the dogs, what’s one more encounter going to hurt? We exchange knife blows, but it’s not going too well… I take a sword swing to the side, the lights go darker, and I fall to the ground.
 
Everything is going grey… it’s peaceful. It’s not so bad. It’s all going to be okay. I’ve never been much good at anything anyway; I don’t have anything to show for my time here. It’s probably for the best.
 
I’m cold. It’s very cold. I wonder if it’s going to get warm soon. But… isn’t there something I’m meant to be doing? If I could just remember what I’m supposed to be doing.
 
Everything is quiet now. I like the quiet. It’s peaceful. Perhaps it’s time now. It’s enough.
 
(The town watch are super kind and pick me up. They were super lovely. Remind me to get them something nice for Yulemas.)