"Good. I'm liking this less and less."
"That hole doesn't make a promising escape route..." Mirel whispers to anyone who will listen.
Lirrathan shrugs, before adding his two coppers, "Hey, if things turn sour, it may not be best for escape but good for them to only come at us one at a time. It's an easily defensible opening." with that he heads over to the rope ladder in the hole, tests it for sturdiness, and if satisfied leads the way down it.
The air in this cavern smells of damp and mold. Water glistens on the walls, and collects in a stagnant pool along one wall. Two mongrelmen lazily point to you and say, "She's with Uziel...hehehe I'm sure it'll be some time 'fore she's ready to see anyone else."
Lirrathan just stares at him, like he's waiting for more from the mongrelman before asking, "Well, are we just supposed to stand here staring at one another, or could you maybe act like we are guests of Hosilla? Maybe get us somewhere to sit, or ask if we need anything to eat or drink?"
Trying to stifle a chuckle, Terry hides his face in his left hand, turning away from the "guards" as he does.
Are you implying a relationship between the two? Arc asks the guard.
Are you implying a relationship between the two? Arc asks the guard.
Freya giggles at Arce's comment, but otherwise mostly follows the others lead.
"I think the implication is that they are currently entangled."
The guards grunt a laugh and jerk a thumb to the door behind them. "Wait in there...surely it won't be long." Another round of guffaws comes from the bored guards.
Lirrathan just shakes his head in annoyance, all the while hiding his own self-congratulations for being able to pull this off getting them up to this point. He leads on through the door indicated, hoping this is the last small room they have to pass through to get to this woman.
Three copper bowls filled with glowing coals hang from the ceiling of this long, natural cavern. The braziers fill the chamber with warmth and soft orange light. In the center of the chamber stands a block of stone that serves as a table, lined with wooden chairs. An enormous bloodstain, maybe a week old, darkens the stone’s surface.
Moving to one of the braziers, Terry stands holding his hands below it, warming them. "So, we wait? Piss on the sacrificial altar? What?"
Mirel pulls out her whip and buckler. "If she is in the throes of lust, I do not see a better time to strike, do you?"
Lirrathan looks about the room, making sure there are no longer any of the guards they passed. "First we need to block the door we just came in, we don't want any rude interruptions. We got two doors, which one is it?"
Mirel moves to each door and listens for the sounds of lustmaking.
The wizard stands ready to act. Choose a door Mirel. he encourages
"The north door." Mirel says confidently. "I hear nothing behind the south door." Mirel takes up a position at the door, ready to fight.
Lirrathan looks to the three others with them, Worm, Hobbles and Blinky, before asking, Hey, can you three see about barricading that door we came in while this goes down? We probably don't have much use for you during the fight, unless you're decent with that bow Hobbles?" With that he draws both of his swords, disregarding the new morningstar until he feels he really needs it.
"Here's what I'm doing. Once we are ready to go, we rush in and totally get the jump on her. Guessing she's the only woman in the room, so should be easy to pick a target. So, I'm ready, are you guys?"
Ready here. says the wizard.
Pulling his bow and nocking an arrow, Terry simply nods.
"Ready."
Seeing that everyone looks to be ready to go, Lirrathan steps beside the door and opens it, ready to rush in as soon as he does so.
The sight that greets your eyes is a bizarre one. A male tiefling is on his knees, a book open on the floor before him. A stern woman with a whip in her hand stops with hand mid flight for another lashing on the tiefling.
The woman says shortly, "Who are you and how dare you interrupt?"
Freya laughs. "Was that second part a question?" And she lashes forward with her whip sword.
Lirrathan smirks, his eyes alight with the thrill of a fight, "We're the ones that are gonna put a stop to your cult."
With his statement he also rushes into the room to put the sword to the woman.
Unhappy with what he finds going on, the wizard simply blasts the woman with magic.
Surrender or I shall bast you a second time!
Arc this time readies to blast the woman should she try to attack any of his friends in any way.
Mirel casts command (DC 14) on the woman. "FALL!"
Arc - 23
Terry - 20
Hosilla - 19
Lirrathan - 15
Mirel - 13
Freya - 11
Uziel - 6
Arc's missile slams into the woman and she screams in anger. Terry's arrow quickly follows a blink of an eye later and manages to draw a cut on her shoulder. Lirrathan comes barreling in but steps on something awkward at the last second, barely missing the woman with his strike. Mirel's command falls upon deaf ears. Freya's whip sword bites deeply into her leg and she screams in pain.
Arcessentes concentrates on the woman intently.
The woman takes a small step behind the tiefling and pulls a vial from her pouch at her hip and drinks it.
Terry draws another arrow and lets fly, hoping to get lucky enough to keep this from getting ugly.
Lirrathan tucks and rolls to get past the tiefling, and comes up ready to strike at the woman in her protective posture. He draws his other blade, while he enters, but can't quite bring it to bear just yet, so he makes up for it by trying hit extra hard one-handed.
Mirel puts Away her whip and draws her sword.
Terry's next arrow catches a deep and surprising hit on the woman, almost dropping her to her knees. Lirrathan executes a perfect combat roll and comes in with his sword whipping out, hamstringing the woman. She falls down this time in a pool of blood.
Blood continues to seep from underneath her limp form. The tiefling screams in rage and spreads his hands out...but nothing happens.
The wizard shifts his focus to the Tiefling with the same ready. You will not get a spell off Tiefling. Save yourself and surrender.
Freya coils her whip sword back, bringing it behind her in preparation to lash out again, the fierce joy of battle on her face. "If you surrender you'll save your own life as well as that of this woman's, on my honor."
The tiefling's lips quiver for a moment in rage. But he takes his hand away from the swordhilt at his belt. He stays on his knees and puts both hands on the ground. "Then help her now." he says simply.
Lirrathan growls in frustration, turns, and kicks over the nearby chair. "What the in the hells? Are we going to offer quarter to every single thing we fight at the first hand we're dealt, dragging along a train of 'honorable' prisoners everywhere we go?" With that he stomps out of the room, sheathes his blades, and takes a seat at the big table with arms crossed and feet up on it.
Freya ignores Lirrathan, holding her word and kneeling to stop the bleeding in the woman.
"Bind him, I've got her."
The wizard pulls out his rope and approaches the tiefing to secure him.
"This is not what we promised Chief Sull. They both need to be killed." Mirel wwhispers in Freya's ear, obviously irritated.
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"I don't understand what's going on here." Terry glares at Freya before turning to the Tiefling. "And YOU are going to have to start explaining things to me. Pretend I don't know anything, and start telling the story."
"So how are we going to do this?" Mirel whispers to Terry. "Now we have to escort three civilians as well as 2 prisoners through a place that for all we know is a well fortified encampment!"
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