Hannik shuffles and looks around nervously. At this point there isn't much acting required as the majority of the other tribe gathers around them with more on the way.
Ghroth seems unimpressed and bored by the gathering. Tired of waiting he gurgles "Was promised manflesh. Is time to deliver. I take woman or talky one?" He juts out his lower jaw studded with needle like teeth and lets long threads of drool trail down before clacking his jaws shut and growling.
Everyone steps back to give Ghroth a wide berth. "What is that thing?" asks the woman.
Ghroth looks from side to side and seeing no one make a move, shrugs. "He'll do" the lanky demon frog thing croaks and lunges at the man.
"Sorry, buddy. But what can you do?", Rhok shrugs, before leaping into melee, morningstar spinning.
Jod is likewise caught off-guard, but reflexively tightens his grip on the rope when Hannik pulls away, causing her bindings to come loose.
Mulluq is both eager and ready to drop the lie and remove the stink of evil from the world that the whole warren exudes.
Mulluq's tail whips his sword into hand, having been curling around the hilt in readiness. With a heavy swing he hacks at the mongrelman to his front right, his disgust at the creatures choosing to let evil rule them driving his blade home. With his fierce opposition to evil, he follows up the powerful blow with an angry snap of his prodigious fangs at the nearest enemy.
Mulluq cuts down the mongrelfolk with his sword.
[ooc]I'll roll up the baddies iniaitives, but as they can't act this round its moot, so carry on. I obviously won't bother to roll for M3.
Kira will cast Shield of faith on herself as her action.
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Sol realizes that a different he'd have to shoot past his allies and opts for different tactic. He steps forward. A few words, a flick of the wrist and wiggle of his fingers and a patch of grease appears under the feet of the bad crusaders.
School conjuration (creation); Level bard 1, sorcerer/wizard 1
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (butter)
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Target one object or 10-ft. square
Duration 1 min./level (D)
Save see text; SR no
A grease spell covers a solid surface with a layer of slippery grease. Any creature in the area when the spell is cast must make a successful Reflex save or fall. A creature can walk within or through the area of grease at half normal speed with a DC 10 Acrobatics check. Failure means it can't move that round (and must then make a Reflex save or fall), while failure by 5 or more means it falls (see the Acrobatics skill for details). Creatures that do not move on their turn do not need to make this check and are not considered flat-footed.
The spell can also be used to create a greasy coating on an item. Material objects not in use are always affected by this spell, while an object wielded or employed by a creature requires its bearer to make a Reflex saving throw to avoid the effect. If the initial saving throw fails, the creature immediately drops the item. A saving throw must be made in each round that the creature attempts to pick up or use the greased item. A creature wearing greased armor or clothing gains a +10 circumstance bonus on Escape Artist checks and combat maneuver checks made to escape a grapple, and to their CMD to avoid being grappled.
Rhok plants a heavy blow on the side of the cultist's head, making him stagger. Then Sol's conjured grease sweeps his feet out from under him. The other cultist somehow keeps her feet.
"Come here, meat," Ghroth gurgles. He takes a step forward and one abnormally long arm darts out to snatch the man up by his throat, but even caught off guard the man manages to duck back out of reach.
Hannik pulls on the cord to free herself from the rope.
Jod moves forward .
Mulluq moves up around Ghroth, toward the mongrelman in the corner. Tempering himself from his last violent swing, he slashes at the creature.
Mulluq presses the attack, sprinting to tackle another mongrelman. he slashes it across the body, opening a red wound and making it howl.
Behind Sol, the door open, and the mongrelfolk outside who was left to guard the approach to the lair peers in.
Lying on the floor, the cultist casts a spell and then tries to struggle to his feet.
Ghroth!
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Ghroth whirls on the mongrelman next to him and rakes one claw from shoulder to waist then lunges forward with open jaws for its throat.
Under a rain of blows, the male cultist falls.
The mongrelman nearest Mulluq lashes out at him with its club.
Things get very real very fast. Oh s$&~, Oh s%&$, Oh s&@& Hannik panics in the closed quarters looking at all the doors leading in and out. For her at least Ghroth was going to be her ticket out of here and back to the surface. The stocky little Kellid stays low and wastes no time getting behind him where she can cast wards over him as he fights.
Kira draws her sword, muttering as she does so.
The female cultist desperately slashes at Mulluq with her scythe.
One of the mongrelmen slides through the gap between Ghroth and Sol, then swings at Sol with his club.
Jod sees the mongrelman slide in behind him out of the corner of his eye. As he turns to face the closer threat, he sees the club smack Sol upside the head.
This stupid stick is too long. I guess that's why they wear the metal gloves...
Letting go of the glaive with his right hand, he draws back and punches the spiked gauntlet into the back of the head of the guy that just hit Sol. Almost feel guilty, he had his back turned so he could hit Sol again. He might think twice about that...
Sol slashes wildly, cutting the mongrelman across its face. Then Jod's punch slams into the back of its head, making it stagger.
Mulluq grunts and growls with the pain from the scythe nearly draining his life away. He reprimands himself for his recklessness leading to the great injury, then decides to change his tact. He puts the shield solid before him, and fights sparingly from beyond the rim of it.
Mulluq raises his shield, but finds a gap in the mongrelman's defences. With a thrust, another enemy falls.
The mongrelman by the door stays in the relative protection of the doorway, but swings his club at Sol.