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Leaning into the scratching, <Oh yeah, right there. Wait what? What am I doing?> He looked around their current location. <Oh right.>
Trotting around, his nose twitched searching for clues.
Corda found it difficult to keep from chuckling.
The strongest scent leads to the iron door, but Morgor picks up a fairly strong scent from the middle corridor on the left.
As Morgor sniffs around, Vishanti comes up beside Derika and gently rubs her shoulder. "As much as I enjoy watching you tear through things that get in your way, please don't try it with that one." she asks, glancing at the iron door.
She sighs as she leans her head against her love, "I know honey...I'm not gonna go ramming a solid iron door. I'm not stupid." She says even though she feels a little stupid for getting stuck in a door.
"I know you aren't my love. I also know how angry you are." she says giving her love a kiss on the cheek.
She nodsas she tries to take a deep breath, "I know love, and I'm sorry. I don't mean to act so crazy, but these a$$holes have me feeling so angry. I hate that they keep slipping away. I just want to stop them before they hurt anyone else. I'm sorry...."
"You never have to be sorry for being yourself with me. They deserve every bit of your fury, and I'll be happy when you get to unleash it on them all." Vishanti says quietly, though there is a flash of vengeance in her eyes.
The fox ran back and forth between the two locations, nose twitching like crazy trying to determine which path to take.
The flesh golem scent comes from the iron door. The smell of the cultists comes from the corridor.
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Going to the fox she haunches down and strokes his soft fur. Somehow petting the cute little critter made her feel calmer, even when it felt like she was in the middle of a $hit storm or just dealing with really stressful situations like trying to track down the rest of these damn asshats and getting rid of them before they could do more harm. She takes a moment to stroke his soft fur and calm herself, "Found something boy?"
"Has he found anything Corda?" Vishanti asks, knowing the witch shares a mental bond with the little fox.
With a sneeze, he said, <One of those big fleshy things is behind to iron door. I'd recommend not that one.>
"He says don't go behind the iron door, there's a Flesh Golem behind it," Corda responds.
Still petting Morgor she asks, "What about the cultists? Does he know which way they went? We're gonna have to deal with that last flesh golem eventually. If we can get a hold of those cultists and take them out, they might have a key." She says thoughtfully.
Morgor pointed down the corridor he caught the scent of the Cultists.
"That way."
She scratches the little fox behind the ears, "Good boy Morgor, you're gonna earn yourself a special treat when we finally get home aren't you?" She says before standing and heading down the indicated corridor.
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The fox waged his fervently, <Why don't you give me special treats?>
Corda gave Morgor a curious look.
The corridor ends in another wooden door.
Derika sighs and checks the door for traps and locks.
The door is locked but not trapped.
She has the others stand back and then attempts to kick the door in.
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Derika kicks the door open to reveal a surprised cultist using the restroom. "What in the Nine Hells?!"
She covers her mouth as a snicker escapes, "Ummmm....sorry? Why don't you finish up in there, don't forget to wash your hands and then we'll talk. Didn't know it was a bathroom."
The cultist seems both embarrassed and angry at the same time. "Close the door, please."
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She nods while still snickering, "Sure...sorry." She says as she closes the door and breaks into hysterical laughter. She tries to get herself under control and takes a few deep breaths so she could do what needed to be done.
Eldan chuckles. "I'm glad you didn't take that 'tactical advantage', Derika."
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She shakes her head, "Peepee hands are gross and I don't want anything of his getting on me." She says as she pulls out her great axe.
Eldan laughs. "Geez, if I knew I could avoid fights by having my pants down, I could have done a little better in life."
"That doesn't stop some people," Parthenia says.
"Asmodean murderers found some sort of enjoyment from leaving their victims 'compromised'," Anton says. "Shame on top of death."
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She nods feeling a little more sober, "Well...I only know one way to kill bastards that deserve it. That's sick and I just exterminate pests, I don't put them in naughty poses."
"The world is a strange place," Anton says, leaning against the wall.
She nods, "Yeah....some places are probably stranger than others."
The cultist emerges from the bathroom. "I guess you're going to kill me now?"
She looks at him, "That depends on you. If you give up this crazy idea of destroying everything and everyone here, and help us by helping me get into that area where the flesh golem is, and also where the hells the rest of the cultists are so we can kill The rest of them...then no....I won't kill you today. We will not allow anyone or anything destroy the place and people that we have sworn to protect though."
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Cocking an eyebrow she asks, "Did you wash your hands?"
"Yeah, yeah, I washed them," the cultist answers. "I don't make the plans. All I want is out of Nicae."
She shakes her head, "And you really think that doing this is going to get you out? If you renounce these crazy plans and help us, I'll forgive you even now and put in a good word for you with Captain Renault and try to get you out of the city. Deal?" She asks as she holds out her hand.
"Renault does not get a say in whether I go free or not," the cultist sighs, shaking his head. "I am here for a murder I did not commit...one that the royal family gleefully pinned on me."
She looks him in the eye, "I will find a way to get you out of this place if you help us. No matter what it takes, I will see that you get out of here. I need you to trust me. If you want out of here alive, you'll help us. Please. No matter what it takes...I promise. Just please help us finish this."
The man sighs. "Nothing will ever bring my daughter back. Here's a key, do what you want."
He puts the key in Derika's hand.
She takes the key, "What do you mean your daughter?"
"I was a baker for the royal family," the man answers. "My daughter handled deliveries. The Marquis of Savigny, a fifth cousin of the king or some such, was taken by her. She was not interested. One night, she delivered some cakes for a birthday banquet. The Marquis attended and my daughter never returned. The next morning, I had officers at my door to arrest me for my daughter's murder. They had no evidence...they just had money."
She shakes her head as her hands grip her axe more tightly, "Those bastards! So...your daughter wasn't interested so they killed her and blamed you for it?! Killing your own daughter?! Is there no savagery that they won't sink to? I promise you, we may not be able to bring her back....but by all the Gods I will see to it that the true criminal pays for what they did or name isn't Derika.....it's just Derika actually. I'm so sorry....but I will make them pay. As soon as we finish up things here. So....are there any other cultists lying around, or are they all pretty much behind the iron door? I know at least the flesh golem is that way." She says as she tries to control her breathing and her rage.
"If they aren't in the dormitories, then they'll be beyond that door. There is a passage to Nimuz past that," the man says. "Martin meets with Lord Igrams outside of their town there."
She narrows her eyes, "If it's that easy why didn't you ever just take that way and leave here and go to Nimuz? Why couldn't you go with us when we go to take those bastards down and just leave? What's stopping you? Is it because of Nimuz? I'm sorry...I just....I don't know that much about this world, we just sort of showed up here one day. Okay....so where are the dormitories?" She says realizing that she's firing off a bunch of questions at once, but can't seem to help herself.
"That's where the ghouls come from," the man answers. "I may not like it here, but I'm not crazy. The dormitories are across the hall."