Tate then blinked, a cone of light 15 feet long erupting from his eyes. He dropped the sunrod and clutched his maul in two hands as he surged forward. He brought the maul down with excessive force, living in that combat rush.
The sunrod lands on the walkway, illuminating the hall behind Tate. Tate's blow bounces off the heavily armored dwarf.
The halfling shrieks in terror and lets another tanglefoot bag fly, this time at Tate. His panic fouls his aim, and the gooey substance ends up splattered on the opposite wall.
"Get the warforged," cries the elf, "I'll take down the troll!"
The dwarf obliges, swinging his axe at Tate. He looks startled that Tate appears completely unaffected by his blow.
Meanwhile, the smarmy looking man drops his lute and incants words of healing over the paladin, which stops the man's bleeding and returns him to consciousness.
The elven woman fires another pair of invisible balls of force at Krellish, severely injuring the half scrag.
Krellish grabs his chest with his left hand, as his right raches back and draws a javelin. With a grunt, he hurls it at the wizard. Then he falls down, into the water.
Tate grunts, twisting to see the Paladin stir. He sidesteps, putting himself in front of Krellish to take the brunt of punishment sure to come, and smashes his hammer swiftly down upon the prone do-gooder. "Stay down."
The water almost seems to explode as Krellish leaps to his feet, half of his wounds already having closed up. Another javelin comes to his hand, which his throws at the halfling, "Stop shrieking!"