The Dice Are Weak With Me

Indeed, I'll take the latter of your suggestions: opting to intimidate the entire group for later effects. As you wrote Baily, I was tempted to place all of the burden on him, but the chance to take another swing is too overpowering.

Finishing his war-cry, Kaspar stands up straight and broadens his shoulders squarely in front of Pled. Not a moment later, the thief swings his sword again, aiming for Pled -- this time face to face. Again, however, Pled is too quick and moves to block with his flail. While Kaspar's sword is large enough to crush through the meager weapon, Pled's deflection is enough to prevent a gaping wound.

Kaspar only managed a 12 on his attack roll.

Following Kaspar's magnificent swing, Castille enters the room, allowing his robes to flow gracefully behind him. He makes his way around the door and stares down the man in the metal armor. Castille chants loudly as his hand begin to glow a faint but growing blue. The quicker he chants, the stronger the light grows, until arcs of electricity leap between his fingers and even from his hands to his body.

Castille then leaps, arms outstretched, at the man. But Farvin is paying attention and deftly side-steps the oncoming attack.

Only a roll of 4 for Castille. Even with modifiers, it's not enough.