The door opens and the cultist at it looks surprised. "Lady Hosilla? Yes, come in, your entourage as well. I'll call for Faxon then?" He points to a door on the opposite wall.
Paritosh will walk slowly inside behind "Lady Hosilla" acting like a good man at arms, or cultist, whichever seems appropriate to the situation. In short, he tries to "look casual."
He won't say a thing. He won't make eye contact with anyone. Frankly, he's not sure that he isn't about to get killed for being Irabeth's spy into this den of thieves. And by "den of thieves" I include the other party members. This appears very strange to Paritosh.
Sir Bastion will wait for the others to begin going in, revealing himself once others have entered. While moving forward slowly he will concentrate on the man that opened the door, to determine the level of taint the World Wound has inflicted on him.
Arc will move in after Lirrathan and stay between him and the enemy. He acts and tries to look subservient.
"These look to be your standard cultist thugs," ponders Paritosh.
The door opens and the cultist at it looks surprised. "Lady Hosilla? Yes, come in, your entourage as well. I'll call for Faxon then?" He points to a door on the opposite wall.
Nemris watches the cultist carefully while keeping his distance, ready to pounce if necessary.
Paritosh continues surveying the group, wondering which one will act first, "there are five of us, and two, soon to be three, of them. Faxon huh, probably the leader of this little band. I wish we had discussed tactics before coming here. Do we slay the alpha first, and then the herd, or best to handle the chaff, before the wheat? Is this all on the up and up? I wonder where the crusaders get such excellent bacon, even in times of great hardship. So the elf is a shapechanger, or is it just magic?"
Lirrathan enters the room and takes the place in stock. He looks over the defenses and any personnel they have. He steps over to the side of the door so the guards aren't watching too closely the entourage that follows him in. "No, why don't we just let the lazy fool sit on his arse and continue to do nothing.", he says dripping with sarcasm. "Of course I want you to call for him. Seriously, why even ask? I'm not here to just make a social call. I've got this to add to the stockpile," he pulls out the cool talking sword, giving him a reason to be armed when the Faxon character enters.
Talking sword?
Paritosh senses something imminent.
The cultist stumbles over himself as he opens the door in the back and he disappears down a set of spiraling stairs. A few minutes later a man with red skin comes up the stairs trailing the cultist.
The red man stops at the top of the stairs and says, "Hosilla. What are you doing above ground...and with that accursed sword out? Have you converted it already?"
Paritosh looks expectantly to "Hosilla" for a witty response.
Paritosh leans lazily against the inside of the exterior door.
Despite his best efforts the wizard likely looks tense as he readies to cast a spell IF hostilities break out. He stays behind Lirrathan in an effort to look subservient to him/her. Maybe this Faxon will reveal more information yet. Red skin. What manner of creature is he?
Watching Guardians this morning...update later :)
Watching Guardians this morning...update later :)
You mean you'll give us an update on Guardians, we cand etermine how high to place it on our "must see" list right?
It looks pretty awesome.
Lirrathan gets a self-satisfied smile on his face and answers, "Well, it cost me that stupid tiefling lapdog that was always following around, but I did it. All of you, gather around, and I'll show what I was able to do with it." As he says this he waves Faxon and the two other men closer to him, and tries to simultaneously wave the rest of his party around behind them so they are somewhat surrounded.
Paritosh will act interested in what Lirrathan is showing and will move around the bad guys and be prepared to initiate a maximum amount of hostility when directed.
Nemris moves into position, subtly readying himself for a fight.
Sir Bastion concentrates his gaze on the new comer.
Accursed sword? Converted it? I wonder what would make these cultist concerned about with regards to a sword.
Understanding Lirrathan's message, Sir Bastion tries to maneuver himself closer to the individual identified as Faxon.
Paritosh is likewise ready to join Sir Bastion in opening up a backpack of whoop-ass on Faxon.
"I bet the sword is Holy, and thus anathema to evildoers such as these."
Paritosh can feel the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, a sure is that enemies are near.
Paritosh cannot help but wonder what his compatriots are thinking at this moment.
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Faxon squints at Lirrathan-Hosilla, then comes over to look at the sword and whatever display is planned.
The other two cultists try to look like they are watching out of the windows and being good lookouts.
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Arc looks interested as well. He drains his neck to better see whatever display Lirrathan-Hosilla might put on.
Paritosh prepares a devastating blow against his assumed enemies.
Paritosh ponders the choices he has made in his life.
Paritosh concludes that he may have erred in acceding to the advances of the barmaid in Riddleport. But she was so insistent, and cute!
Paritosh feels a single drop of sweat slowly descend between his shoulder blades as he prepares for what is to come.
As the anticipation of a fight seems to slow time to a point that one could watch droplets fall over a waterfall, Sir Bastion will take a moment to concentrate on the remaining cultist, trying to sense if there is any hope for redeemption in him.
Lirrathan does his best to maintain his composure and not smirk over the gullibility of these demons they keep coming across. In a display, he takes the sword and concentrates on it, feigning a quivering as he lifts it with both hands slowly skyward. He grits his teeth, clenches his fists around the grip.... and brings it down toward the unsuspecting Faxon. "Now!", he calls to ensure the others spring the trap with him.
I'll take some of that action!
On Faxon if possible, otherwise one of the mooks!
If I'm flanking +2 more to hit.
If it's not Faxon then 2 less damage, as Faxon is my challenge buddy.
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Suprise Round
"Begone foul minon of the Abyss. May Iomedae send you back to the realm hence you sire came from."
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On Going Effects: Life Link (Paritosh)