Suny is a little troubled by her friendly Cleric of calistra being subsumed by the evil cultists garb, but she puts on a brave face and smiles, giving a nod.
"Aye, well as fer th' fit o' yer duds? Master Flag be th' one who knows more about clothes than m'self." Then Suny turns back to trying to convince Mishael to go all 'Scared, nekkid captive'. (^_~)
Mishael looks down sadly at the torn remnants of her clothes. "Well, Suny may have a point. I may be better off acting as a prisoner too though I am loath to surrender my weapons. Nonetheless, I suppose it is for the best." She passes her cutlass off to Karsielle, but puts the dust she grabbed from the street earlier in one hand and a few of her marbles in the other.
With a smile Karsielle takes the cutlass, "Stay close my friend and take it when you need it." She removes the whip from her belt and continues with some gentle laughter in her voice, "but I much prefer to keep you 'prisoners' in trim with this." as she lets her whip crack gently on the floor.
Suny dances and giggles as Karsielle's whip sinuously moves about the space. She helps Mishael 'get into' the roll of prisoner better.
"Here, ye but yer sword belt in'a person who's gon'a be leadin' ye." Suny demonstrates by wrapping her arms around Silas and placing her sword belt upon his hips, giving gentle tugs as she tightens the buckles.
"Don't worry, I be gentle on'a goods..." She whispers encouragingly to Silas as the tucks things into place. (^_^)
"Then, ye got's t'get yer bindin's right..." Suny offers her wrists to Karsielle "The trick bein,' t'have lots o' rope or leather around yer wrists. That's t'seem like ye's bound. Though only a thin strip ye's can break so's yer hands stay t'gether with-out fuss through any come yer pushin' an' yer shovin', like." Suny explains, bright and cheerful and seemingly far too knowledgeable in such affairs....This explained while helping Mishael into a similar state of dress as herself...(^_~)
Mishael listens at the doors and doesn't hear anything.
Silas puts a speck of the black powder on his tongue and within a few seconds his mouth goes numb.
Suny and Mishael surrender their weapons and the group looks the part: three cultists with two prisoners, one of which without clothing for some reason.
"Lead on Artued, we'll go through the right door." says Karsielle through the mask.
Suny will do her best to helpfully tug at the tatty remains of Mishael's kit while she waits for the right door to be spied out. (^_~)
"Artued" opens the door on the right. Beyond can be seen a narrow corridor leading to another doorway. About twenty feet down the corridor twin recesses open on either side.
Moving off of Karsielle's light with my low light vision, "Artued" cloaked in his new cultist garbs moves forward quietly.
Suny shifts so that she will be 'In front of' Karsielle and hence 'guarded' by said cultists. She gives a 'Psst' and hint that maybe Mishael should do the same with Silas.
Karsielle follows along at the back, looking the very image of a cultist, she struggles though with her vision blocked slightly by the mask. Quietly she leans forward to Suny, "Psst, Let me know if there is anything I should be concerned about ahead, you know where not to tread that sort of thing?"
Suny nods at Karsielle's words, though she giggles softly as the cleric's breath tickles her ear.
Silas does his best to look intimidating, hoping that no one opts to ask him any secret passwords. With my luck they'll have a secret handshake too.
As they move towards the far end of the corridor, Karsielle cannot help but have difficulty moving in the breastplate.
Noting Karsielle's difficulty, Sunny can't help but whisper,
"They's gon'a have t' adjust that fer ye t'fit in't it proper like. I could tell there weren't enough room for ye in it when I were wrappin' it around yer gussets."
The group starts down the narrow hallway with "Artued" leading the way. As he makes his way down a few feet, Bloody can see four identical corpses propped up in each recess in the wall. They stare at you with deep empty sockets and begin to groan and growl.
Mishael
Silas
Suny
Karsielle
Bloody
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"So much for our prisoner ruse. Let's see if they'll follow us back beyond the door where we have a little more room." Mishael darts back past Silas, Suny, and Karsielle. "I'll take my cutlass back too!" she says with a smile to Karsielle. "Let's get someone in front of the door and someone opposite me!"
Karsielle follows the others in their retreat from the door, removing the whip from her belt as she does. "Let them come to us."
"Um...maybe see if'n th' disguises can be made to work on these things?" Sunny suggests, though sounding rather dubious of the idea even as she offers it. She gets ready to make a 'pointed' discussion with the things shambling towards them.
Silas growls, ripping his.blades from their sheaths as he brushes past bloody flag. He moves to the dead creatures and slashes violently.
Silas takes charge of the situation and closes in on the undead-looking humanoids. He viciously slashed on the monstrosities and splits open its chest.
Bloody retreats along with the others, hoping to draw the beasts out in a more advantageous open area.
The monster from on of the alcoves out and suddenly Silas has attackers on three sides. The all moan and growl unintelligibly as they attack him.
Silas is able to move out of the way twice, but he is finally struck my one. It pulls a chunk of flesh off in one swipe, a trail of blood pours onto the floor.
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Mishael let's out a groan as Silas goes racing down the hall to face three at once, "Hey Silas, I was kinda hoping we could do that to them instead of having them to it to one of us."
Mishael finishes retrieving her cutlass from Karsielle.
Wound dripping, Silas backs cautiously away. "Yeah, that sounds like a better plan!"
Wound dripping, Silas backs cautiously away. "Yeah, that sounds like a better plan!"
Karsielle calls out, "Get back close enough to me, that I might close your wounds."
Round 2
Silas retreats in an attempt to draw the shuffling creatures out, which they do just as planned. The first one out the door moves past the opening, seemingly focused on attacking Silas, who split his chest open. He doesn't make it, as Karsielle and Suny slice the decayed humanoid to pieces.
"Artued" preps a oil flask just incase, "Hurry up with the slicing and the dicing my comrades, there is still more to explore."
"Aye, aye! More slicn' an' dicin' it be!." Suny agrees happily as her swords weave a filleting dance across the emerging shamblers.
Karsielle jumps a top the table in front of her, as she calls on Calistra's blessing on Silas' wounds that are weeping blood even as he fights. She touches his shoulder as the positive energy that had gathered in her hand, floods into Silas' body.
Mishael slashes at the leading monster with her cutlass.
Looking far better now that he isn't dripping blood, Silas thanks Karsielle before he charges back into the fight. Sword and dagger swing with surgical precision, hacking at limbs before going in for killing blows.
Mishael swings her sword but is unable to make contanct. Silas, feeling much better and no longer dripping blood, swings sword and dagger at the beast and cuts off a chunk of flesh which doesn't seem to phase creature.
Suny swipes her sword across the next creature and her swing is true. The bleeding humanoid drops to the floor.
Not deterred by watching the crew slice through the horde, the next two grotesque things shuffle forward, mumbling and growling.
Karsielle smiles as the first of the undead fall.
The creature is cut down as soon as it attempts to move past the flurry of sword.
[b]Round 3[/b
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Mishael stands her ground and slashes her cutlass at the sole remaining zombie.
Suny stands her ground and gets ready to carve any shamblers. (^_^)
With the fight almost over, Karsielle takes her whip in hand again and waits for the undead to get close enough that she might trip the creature.
Karseille lashes her whip around the zombie's leg and yanks it hard. The stiff humanoid falls to the ground.
"Stabby, stabby, stabby...Slice, slice, slice." Sings Suny. (^_^)
"Here have some death, little...dead...ones..." That really sounded better in my head.
As the zombie starts to fall from Karsielle's whip, Silas' and Suny's swords flash and slash the undead's body into shreds. It falls to the floor, with its head and arms no longer attached.