Jez pauses for a moment, but seeing the mayor in charge of this bunch is not really surprising with all the other strange happenings.
This land is governed by Magnimar. Sacrificial murder is against the law there and it is here. If one of you wishes to sacrifice yourself, so be it, but you are not going to take another innocent. . . Even if you are the soon to be former mayor.
Hah, you ignorant tool of a bureucrat! Magnimarian laws count nothing here. We follow our ancestors' laws and not some dusty old tome! And now leave this village or the unnamed's wrath will come upon you!
I was born and spent my early years being raised by a succubi in the Worldwound, whatever your "unnamed" may be, I have seen worse. Plus, I have a named ogre, his name is Attalas and he REALLY does not like people trying to fool him.
Well Mayor what is your choice, lay down your weapons and admit that you are responsible for the murder of many youth of this town, or fight the crazed Ulfen - and his mostly humanoid companions.
Take all the time you want to answer, but if it is more than a few seconds, I am guessing that Ulfen will use his little sword to examine the weak connection between your friends heads and their necks.
Noticing the look on Attalas' face, even the mayor loses his confidence
Ok, I admit that there have been...sacrifices, but the Unnamed demanded them and it has always been the responsibility of the Krieger family to care for that! I didn't have a choice - but I don't want to die today, so here are my weapons.
he lays down a long curved knife and a small mace. After a moment of hesitation, his fellow cultists follow his example.
Ok now, first all the masks come off - you are no longer a secret cult. Next, you tell us everything about this Unnamed. I have seen demons who would devour this town in minutes, and dragons which would consider you all to be a snack. If this Unnamed is only attempting to control a town this small and only demands a sacrifice every couple of months, it is not that powerful and can be destroyed. While we are here to find the Taxman, I have no problem killing someone who demands the sacrifice of innocents. I have seen far too many sacrifices in my few short years. If I have my way, I will attempt to stop any more. I could care less whether you god is good or evil, but there are other ways to pay homage than sacrificing virgins.
The Unnamed? His powers are beyond understanding! Mortals are no match for him and if you try to stop him, you will perish! You can threaten me with whatever you want, I won't give away the secrets of the cult or the names of its members!
The mayor seems to have recovered some of his confidence - yes, he's a prisoner, but no, he isn't a traitor.
You are funny, see this and this. I show the mayor my golden scales of a dragon on my neck and my lithe tail. My mother is a succubi and I was bathed in the blood of a golden dragon as a girl. Trust me, I have seen true power. True power does not hide in the swamps of Varisia. All that hides here is a man capable of misleading good folk in a small town. Now then, either start naming names, or start dying, I really have little control over the goblin and ogre, and less over the crazy Ulfen. But, the choice is yours, at least for a few seconds.
The mayor is far more impressed by the goblin's rhyme than the alien origin of Jez
Hey, stop pointing that thing at me. Telling you each and every name of all members does not make sense, since we are legions of followers! But I do tell you that my father is the high priest of the cult and I bet he is already planning my rescue!
Your words can't impress me, 'cause the truth will come to light! The unnamed one is already rocking in his sleep, soon he will awake and rescue me, his loyalm follower! Our temple is perfectly hidden and none of you will ever be able to find us, hah!
behind you the girl harrumphes and pipes in
I've seen the mayor go to the ruined farmhouse north of the village at night...
I would have preferred a less violent end, but he seemed to think that annoying an ogre and a crazy Ulfen was fun. I think that he chose poorly.
I turn to the others.
Would any of you like to answer our questions, your boss seems to think that he will be saved from the downfalling blade of an Ulfen heretic by this Unnamed one. I believe he is wrong, but only time will tell. Now then, would any of you like to answer our questions and reveal yourselves, or would you also like to discuss things with the ogre and the priest of Gorum?
The cultist glances at your still bloody blade and gulps, quickly he explains
About thirty villagers make up the cult, but I don't think that more than ten, the high priest and the Unnamed are at the farmhouse now. The Unnamed is invincible, no weapon can harm him, he's a god and mortals can't stand against him, that is all I know! Actually I have never been worthy enough to see him!
Invincible simply means we will have to consider the best way to attack him for about ten seconds rather then charging straight in. Unless he is a demon lord or great wyrm, I will consider this Unnamed to not be Invincible. And last time I checked no demon lords and no great wyrms had decided to start up a cult in a small village in the middle of Varisia.
Picking up the cultist bodily he glares into the mans eyes Ragnvald is clearly not happy his red rimmed eyes speak of a terrible bloodlust that can only come from a man who values his sleep quite highly.
"You've never even seen the thing that you worship so? Boy I have seen the Lord in Iron. He has no face, save that of anger, and the lust for blood. He is covered in gore and armor, and wielding a blade so mighty it an hew mountains. I have seen him every time my blade has clashed with another, every time I have felt a spear pierce my flesh or an axe carve a new scar into my bones. I have felt his hot breath in the flames of every village I've burned and seen the path that he treads at the calm of every battlefield. His heralds are terror and uncertainty and his followers are carrion feasting crows. I have killed hundreds in the name of my god without remorse, pity, or mercy. I have killed many evil men and many good men without caring for the morals or reasons for the battle, only for the taste of carnage and the thrill of clashing steel against flesh. Where the Lord in Iron treads, death follows in his wake. And I walk with him hand in hand. You? With your masks and your petty sacrifices and your gods you have never seen, nor felt, nor known? You know nothing of faith. Take some advice from this holy man. After tonight, when the flames have died down and the swamp has claimed its fill of blood for the night, you rebuild your church. For Desna, it seems, has decided to let you live. Pray to her. Pray to her reprieve from the nightmares I am to unleash. Pray to her that Gorum does not tread in his blood soaked greaves through your village again."
A warning given Ragnvald drops the man on the ground in what is hopefully a puddle of his own liquefied terror and stalks off into the night. Then stops and half turns.
"That and we have an Attalas. Though I seem to recall eating unnameable thigns is a past time of mobo's"
"This Gorum sounds interesting. My Pa used to speak of his Gods, but never like that. "Be good always" he said, "Above all other things think of goodness and your duty to your liege and Lord"... and where did that get me eh? Last Paladin spouted hatey words and was mean, and the town guards? "Wait here" they said, "Be right back for y" they said, then they left me."
"Gonna gut your stupid god-in-a-swamp" Attalas adds, matter of fact.
Ouch, that hurts, watch out for the marsh, I think they put pokey things in it. So, what now? I am thinking we should have Attalas pull out the support post in the corner and see what type of vermin comes running out when the building collapses.