Alma attempts to swing with some form of accuracy at the devil.
Dark blood dripping from it's jaws, the hyena snaps at the foul creature as it rises, and re-angles itself for a second attack.
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Trom mutters under his breath and steps closer toward the source of the laughter. A bright flash occurs in front of the imp.
Alma's blade connects this time, and the divinely powered blade cuts easily into the devil. It hisses at him angrily, "Slóðin sem þú fylgir að koma með eigin þinni hálfu."
The imp flops to the ground at Irina's feet.
"That's enough of that kind of language."
markov still readies his crossbow ready to shoot if the devil moves.
Coup de grace:
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The gaav stops moving as Warrens falcata cuts into it deeply. The man chained to the altar gives out a loud exhale, as though great weight has been removed from him. His eyes have a haunted look as they focus for the first time on those around him.
Trom's summoned hyena vanishes, the spell coming to an end.
Irina backs up five feet and hurls a tanglefoot bomb at the imp, trying to snare it to the floor.
Touch attack:
Unless its prone condition makes that good enough to hit...
Miss direction: Lands in the square south west of the imp. Irina and the imp both need reflex saves to avoid 6 fire damage and entanglement.
Reflex:
markov shoots a bolt at the imp
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Irina fumbles her bomb and is caught in the explosion, taking minor burns. The imp does not appear to be affected by the flames. Its existence is short lived anyway though as Markov and Alma destroy the devil. It disappears in a flash of smoke.
The devil's being dead, Alma immediately moves to the person still bound. And takes out some water to provide him a bit to quench his thirst.
He then starts working on removing his bounds.
Warren scans the room for a moment to see if any more enemies appear. Satisfied, he checks the room to see if there is anything valuable or unique about it.
The man drinks from Alma's flask greedily. His voice is hoarse when he speaks, "The altar... you must destroy it." he coughs weakly. "Asmodeus..." His muscles convulse making him strain against the bonds for a moment, then he slumps over panting heavily.
The altar itself has a foundation of stone and a collection of bones fitted together in a complex pattern at the the top. Images that portray a sense of vileness are painted onto the stone of the altar.
The half-elf turns to study the alter as the man mentions it, and then shifts his gaze to the druid. "As a dwarf, you probably know a little about stonework. What would be the easiest way to rid ourselves of this?"
Just realized we never welcomed Trom to the group. Good to have you!
Trom sighs and slowly shakes his head before giving the reply, "This is not the dwarf you're looking for if you want to know about stonework."
"Well, I'm not a dwarf, but wouldn't a plan like, 'Find a big heavy thing and use it to smash the altar to rubble' work?"
"I don't see why it wouldn't.
The man chained to the altar lets out a low growl, his eyes shut tightly, his entire body trembling, straining against the chains again.
Several large sized rocks littering the edges of the room might be able to put to good effect for a brute force method of destroying the altar.
Warren looks slightly chagrined as Irina points out the obvious.
"Very well. Let's get to it. I was never really liked alters anyway; waste of floorspace."
Picking up a stone, he hesitates slightly, "This is going to make lots of noise, we need to make sure we are prepared for more enemies."
Irina hefts her crossbow and moves to cover the door.
Alma grabs a good size rock and and begins to smash the top of the altar.
Alma and Warren each grab a large stone and begin slamming the top of the altar with them. The echoes reverberate throughout the entire chamber and into the passages beyond.
Bone splinters and shatters under the assault. Dark sickly fluids seem to ooze from the very rock of the altar once the majority of the bones have been cleared away. The chain holding the man captive comes loose and the man stumbles topples backwards, taking in large gasps of air as if he'd been holding his breath and just burst forth from a pool of water.
With the altar smashed the two warriors cease their assault. The passages beyond are now deathly quiet, only the faint howling of the wind from the entrance reaching your ears from time to time.
Trom breaks the silence. "I'm gonna go get my stuff."
Once the man is free, Irina heads over and lays a healing hex on him.
Healing:
Seeing the dwarf looking for a way up Markov approaches him. "perhaps I may be of some use." Markov detaches Talyn."My little friend here can probably get what you need."
The man breathes easier as Irina's healing hex takes hold, though he still has many scratches and bruises. "Thank you." His eyes still have a haunted look to them, "I feared I would never be freed from this torture."
"I am Kydus Ta'neld, and by my honor as a paladin I am forever in your debt."
Talyn flaps up around the top of the cavern, peering into the various nooks and pulling pieces of equipment where they have been lodged up above. In addition to Trom's gear Talyn also pulls down a small metal vial with a cord through the lid.
Dropping to one knee beside Kydus. "Blessed be the name of Imoedae. We have been searching for you for days. I am Alma of the Mitral Rose."
His joy in finding another beacon of light overwhelmed him. As a tear sneaks down his cheek.
"How is it that you came to this place, chained by this evil?
Irina smiles warmly at the rescued paladin. "My patron of secrets and shadows says 'You're welcome."
"I was scouting the goblins attacking the settlements near Coran. I made an error in judgement and was caught by a pack of them led by an ogre." He looks away, "Two of my companions were slain, four others were captured. I do not know what has become of them. They dragged me here and chained me to the altar. The Lord of Hell has tormented and racked my mind while I slept, and they" he indicates the two dead devils, "have tortured my body while I'm awake."
At Irina's words his expression becomes concerned. "Shadows and secrets? And who is your patron if I may ask?"
"Oh, don't you worry about that. I travel in the company of a Mithral Rose. But if you do insist on worrying about such things, I did just risk my life to save a captured paladin."
She smiles warmly at the man and heads back to guarding the door.
Alma shrugs at the witches statement. "The ogre has been slain. And the goblins are in a bit of disarray. Imoedae has led us to you. We should get you back to safety as quickly as possible before the goblins regroup."
"I thank ye for your assistance, and I thank ye and your companions for rescuing me." Trom extends a grimy hand toward Markov. "I am Trom Blackthorn. What shall I call ye by?"
Kydus stares at Irina and Alma intently in turn, seeming to look past the outward appearance of each and into the core of their being. He relaxes somewhat after doing so.
"I am certainly in no condition to make it back on my own, and will gladly accept your offer for aid in this." He looks at Irina, "You are wounded though and I can offer aid in this." He stretches forth his hand but stops before touching her. "May I?"
Her lips twitch at the sight of the hand. She grins slyly. "As long as it promises to behave in a gentlemanly manner," she replies.
Scoffing at Irina, "Interesting. That has never been a concern of yours before."
Helping Kydus to his feet. "Let's get moving before the goblins react to the noise we have made."
Alma points to his companions, "That is Warren ... Markov. I am Alma of the Mithral Rose. And this little ball of sweet and sour is Irina. You are welcome to come with us. Let us leave quickly."
Kydus looks confused and shocked at Irina's words. "I would never..." he reaches out and touches her and healing life flows into Irina. His eyes take on an inner glow and he looks heavenward for a moment, uttering a silent prayer to Sarenrae.
"Alma, you are also hurt I see." Again he reaches out his hand, this time asking no permission.
Kydus then turns to Warren and Markov in turn, proving them a bit of healing as well.
"Lead the way then."
Irina thanks Kydus for the healing, then turns to add her healing touch to Warren and Markov. Where the paladin glowed with heavenly light, Irina's healing is bathed in soothing shadow.
Warren:
Markov:
Feeling his god restore his strength. He drops to his knees offering a quick prayer of thanks.
"We should probably check the last passage before we leave this place."
Alma picks up his longsword and shield, placing the great sword in the sheath on his back. He will lead the group down the unexplored passageway.
Kydus frowns as he watches Irina healing the wounds of Warren and Markov, but he makes no comment.
Alma leads the way back to the collapsed passage and stands before the closed door. No sounds can be heard in the halls of the dwarven complex.
Alma hands his great sword to Kydus. "Just in case." he whispers softly.
Wielding his Long Sword, he will open up the door.
As Alma grasps the handle to the door lightning arcs from it and up Alma's arm and shoulder. The smell of ozone and singed flesh filling the air. His muscles involuntarily spasm as he attempts to get his hand clear of the electrical discharge.
His arm shoots back at the shock.
"Well let's hope that doesn't happen again."
He will touch the handle with the edge of his sword.
Irina grabs his arm before he can place his sword against the handle.
"Really? You're going to use a steel object to check and see if something is still electrified?"
"We should have a look at this before touching it again. Move over a bit."
The half-elf peers at the door, looking for the mechanism, whether mundane or magical, that set off the trap.
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Kydus watches the exchange with a bemused look on his face, but doesn't say anything.
It's definitely still trapped, some form of magical glyph.
"The door is still unsafe. I am not sure how to open it."