The elf just sneers at you, piercing you with his stern gaze. "Get rid of them. Permanently. Then go find the others."
Looks like the gig is up, although you are now realizing he knew who you were, so the bluff just wasn't effective on him like it was the others. In any case, you turn to see all three of the men have put on scary looking masks and pulled out large war razors.
The elf returns to his room and shuts the door. The men adjust their masks and draw their weapons as they close in on you.
For the rest of you, it is a peaceful day, bright and beautiful, with the noises of a working saw mill inside.
"That's reassuring!"
Cordwin will cast charm person while shouting in his loudest voice possible at the worker who answered the door.
"Boring conversation anyway," Faywen mutters. "Cordwin, get back to the stairs! I'll hold these scum back."
A dull roar fills the room as Faywen begins pulling water into a swirling mass around her, before it coalesces into a huge blast of water that crashes into one of the cultists menacing Cordwin.
Corwin starts casting, drawing AoO from both purple and yellow.
Amazingly, the bard manages to dodge all three swipes!
Unfortunately, the target of the spell does not succumb to the effort.
Faywen moves fast, blasting over Cordwin to strike purple with a very forceful blast, knocking him against the wall and crushing many of his bones in the process. The man falls dead.
Spellcasting can be heard from the leader's office.
Aquilo flies up to the rookery to take a look. A timber cabinet sits against the northern wall here, its doors made of iron mesh. Inside perch
three strangely silent ravens. A table nearby holds a tall narrow bucket of bird feed, a quill, and a vial of ink, as well as several thin parchments weighted down by a polished rock.
As soon as the ravens see the predatory bird, they start cawing loudly.
Those on the ground hear quite the commotion as ravens in the rookery start shrieking in panic. At least one of the noisy machines inside seems to turn off.
Cordwin will take Faywen's advice and retreat, yelling for help as loud as he can...
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Skarn and Druamin clearly hear Cordwin shout for help.
Yellow moves past Cordwin, drawing an AoO from him, but putting himself in a flanking position. Green mutters a quick incantation and doubles himself!
Yellow and Green double team him with their sneak attacks.
Nope.
And more spell-casting from the office.
Reynard downs one of the vials in his hand immediately. He doubles over, barely hanging onto his other vials, as his muscles swell, an his teeth and claws elongate. "Oof. I'd take that one last, but it sticks around longer. What needs killin'?" He says, his voice deeper than normal. He begins picking at the seal on one of the other vials.
Faywen's eyes flash with anger as the two thugs ignore her and gang up on Cordwin. She pulls water back to her hand before slamming it into the one that left himself open.
She turns back to the remaining cultist in preparation for a hat trick. "Ignoring me was a mistake," she growls.
Cordwin will continue yelling to let his companions know where they are.
Skarn announces, "they're in trouble, we need to get in."
As a swift action, he activates his judgment of protection (+2 AC) and moves to the door, and endeavors to enter.
Seeing Skarn is ready Trox lays a shoulder to the door if it does not open by easier means.
Trox opens the door and catches site of two men wearing strange masks and holding war razors.
Skarn will PA, and activate his Bane, and attack the orange one...
He announces to the building occupants "we're coming folks, do not be despairing!"
Faywen's ears perk up at the sound of their comrades coming to the rescue. "Cordwin, head down the stairs, I'll cover you."
Returning her attention to the remaining goon, Faywen gathers even more energy to herself before unleashing it on him.
Shield raised Trox is not so worried about getting hit as he moves into the room past those inside. He makes room for others to get in as he moves behind Skarns target.
Hearing the commotion, Druamin jumps up from the stump. "Well now. Things are heating up. Come on Kobu." Druamin races across the way to the front door, pulling his battleaxe free.
Cordwin will take Faywen's advice and go find the others where he will direct them upstairs to the 'boss'.
Reynard drains another vial and moves forward as his muscles begin to bulge even more.
Grumbling at how quickly things had gone south, René moved in closer to the area.
René and Druamin move in, and watches as the others go about business.
The sounds of the elf casting continue from the office. Green moves to attack Faywen, but is concerned he is outnumbered as his copy blinks out of existence.
It is an expert thrust, but Faywen's defense is better, and she manages to avoid the blade.
The rest of the machinery in the place turns off and that noise starts to die down, as men are now scrambling all over the place.
Trox steps in, with two men ready and waiting. They all just bounce off the well-armored fighter.
Reynard bulks up some more, clearly looking like he might just push the sawmill into the river.
Erond severly wounds Orange, but does not take him out of the fight. That honor goes to Skarn, who doesn't even stop as he pushes past and up the stairs - where he finds more of these strange, masked cultists!
Cyan attacks him as he appears up the stairs. But it is a clumsy effort, and Skarn almost laughs.
Meanwhile, up stairs, Faywen destroys another of the good, giving her and Cordwin a brief opening to regroup.
"Quite a few more of these jerks up here. Looks like we'll be slugging our way through to the others!"
Without pause, Druamin steps through the door to enter the mill and immediately notices an armed cultist just inside. He swings his axe at the man. The man deftly dodges the blade and Druamin's axe takes a big chunk out of the wall.
Breathing heavily, Faywen looks around at her handiwork and nods. "I don't know what he's doing in that closet, but I don't want to be the only ones out here when he's finished."
René takes a step back to get a look inside before hollering. "That's right mates, take 'em all out afore they have ta deal with th' likes a me! By which I mean this here big brute offa fella!" He thumbed in Renard's general direction with a laugh.
On the third floor, the leader's office goes quiet.
Meanwhile, men seem to be racing up and down stairs to get at you.
Cyan attacks Skarn. His strong judgment of protection keeps him safe from the blade.
Dark blue shouts "Anyone wanna help me down here?!" as he swings at Druamin, hitting nothing but air.
Brown and white fire crossbows at Skarn, and then switch beack to handling their nasty war razors.
"More friends coming up the stairs," Faywen warns, stepping to block their advance. This time, she floods the stairs with rushing water that threatens to send the ascending cultists crashing to the ground.
Disregarding the other extracts he's carrying, Reynard rushes past Druamin and takes a swipe at Druamin's foe with one of his claws.
Skarn will leave his Bane and PA ability up, and attack the light blue one next to him...
If that drops the light blue one, Skarn will continue on up the steps, taking an AOO from pink, if needed. He is focused on getting to his friends. Movement rate of 40'. Hmm, does that run me into gray? If I can see gray from where I am, I don't fancy getting caught between a bunch of these guys, if that's the case, I'll stay in my corner and keep knocking down cultists!
Druamin barely flinches as the attacker swings at him and then he swings right back.
Reynard comes in and steals Druamin's kill.
Erond places two arros in Brown's back, killing him before he gets far up the stairs.
Up top, Faywen blasts water down the stairs, causing Black to slip and fall on his behind. White manages to catch himself, however.
Cyan is impaled by Skarn's pick, and falls to the side.
Cordwin will go over to one of the woodworkers and pick up his crossbow and bolts.
Hoping that the large number of burly members downstairs would be able to handle the one lone guard and not yet seeing those that had gone in before, René gave a nervous laugh and moved further inwards. "I'll, errr, let y'all handle this here fella, heh."
”There’s a might few o’ dem between us and our friends, but they seem to die easy enough,” Skarn shouts.
Seeing that things are in hand on the guond floor Trox bounds up the stairs to the first floor sword ready. She rounds the top of the stairs and swings at the first of the thugs she sees.