Klassalka keeps the keys.
Forgetful patients? So they just found us without us knowing who we were?
"Took us in that way, sounds like," Cerio responds. "And it sounds like this Lowls might know how we come t'be that way."
He points to the door to the south. "I say we keep lookin' 'til we find this sonofa skunk."
Let's go. Campus says, simply.
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Ramul's ready to test out his new abilities should they come upon more foes.
He nods in agreement with Campus. "Let's see what else we can find before the day is done."
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Ulfric leads through the other door in the south wall, and into a narrow hallway that is dark and empty, save for the remains of smashed lanterns on the ground. There are six total doors that exit from this hall, including the one you came through.
Cerio nods at Ramul's suggestion. "Okay, left door first."
Ulfric grunts his consent and kicks the door in, weapons at the read.
Racks cluttered with boxes and sprawling collections of haphazard junk fill this dusty storage room. It appears to have been partially ransacked, with some of the shelves knocked over and their contents scattered across the floor. Within this room are four men, three of whom appear to be searching through the various piles. The men wear odd, patched together ropes that look to be varying shades of yellow taken from different articles of clothing and mixed together. The last has become fixated on tutoring a class of mismatched dolls, having placed them all in a tidy line. All four look up at Ulfric's entry. Armed with no more than heavy crowbars, they leap to attack!
Campus ducks into the eastern door, praying for enlarge self as she enters. Her cold iron spear becomes massive and 15 foot long. Come at us!
Varinder, hearing what's happening ahead of him, toys with a dagger in each hand as he awaits a spot into which he can slip and attack. He readies himself to attack anything that tries to come from behind.
The the sight of the giant Campus walking into their midst, the men, cultists perhaps by their appearance and garb, each should out different, nonsense exclamations. They leap into action, the one next to Campus swinging his crowbar bravely at the large figure. Surprisingly, he hits, his crowbar slamming into Campus's shoulder.
Another, on Ulfric's side of the room, holds his crowbar high as he dives towards the Paladin, then brings it down in a mighty arc.
Another cultist moves towards Campus, perhaps foolishly so, and steps within the long reach of the cleric's spear.
The lone remaining cultist, who had been tutoring the dolls, steps back and utters some strange words under his breath. A large rat appears before him, its back turned to its summoner. It does not attack, but waits to provide protection for its master.
Campus's spear shoots out, but passes by the man's head as she winces from the pain of the crowbar. She roars.
The cultist moves in, barely noticing the spear that had almost taken his head off. He lashes out at Campus with his crowbar.
He lands a glancing blow on the giant cleric, and laughs gleefully at the success.
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Campus notes from the ceiling the man begin mumbling strange words. Realizing her opportunity, she brings her spear around and strikes!
Do we kill 'em or do we want prisoners? the Merfolk asks
She is a might be too eager I think...
"Leave the last one standing alive." Ulfric says to Klassalka as he steps forward past the cultist. "And clean this up while I help Campus."
Ulfric swings at the cultist adjacent to him after his step.
Ramul moves to stand next to Klassalka before hurling a blast of lightning at the cultist near the back of the room.
Unfortunately it seemed he still had much to learn about his new abilities.
While she'd love to go after the mage, clearing out the rear clearly took priority, so she slithered over behind Ulfric and cleaved the cultist as she went- this one didn't get to be the prisoner.
Rage on!
Cerio rushes up to the doorway, trying to get a view of what's happening inside. "That varmint in th'rear's some kinda witch. And not th'kind ya'd wanna get t'know, neither. Talkin' t'dolls, honestly..."
He gathers the shadows above the caster into a dark cloud that crackles and spits down a bolt of frost.
Campus's spell gets interrupted as two metal crowbars think into her, threatening ugly bruises if she lives through the fight. She is grateful as she would have only trapped herself in her rash attack. She takes a five foot step back through door, turns and thrusts her spear out at the man in front of her.
The caster sees the bolt coming, and tries to avoid it. Unfortunately for him, he's just a step too slow, and the cold blast covers his arm in crinkling frost.
Ulfric's blade slashes across, and the cultist raises his crowbar to block, but too late. The blade opens a wide gash across the cultist's chest, spurting blood.
Ramul's strike slams into the wall behind the caster, and the sound perhaps throws off Klassalka's attack, as her blow is deflected away by her target.
The caster in the back grunts at Ceerio's attack, and gestures towards his foes. Kill them! Kill them all! As if they needed the urging, the cultists dart forward in their own attack.
The first steps forward towards Campus, only to find himself partially impaled on her spear. He roars in pain and rage, and swipes at the Cleric with his crowbar, scoring a damaging his to Campus's exposed head, forcing her ears to ring and vision to blur
The cultist confronting Ulfric screams out an intelligible curse, and jabs out with his own crowbar. Ulfric easily deflects aside the strike with his sword
The cultist facing Klassalka, seemingly not so far gone so as to disregard tactics, steps to the north, attacking Ulfric from behind. Ulfric is not able to turn in time, and takes a wicked hit to his lower side, near some rather precious organs.
The rat, spurred on by its master, dives over the fallen bookcase and bites at Ulfric, desperately trying to find some gap in his armor. The effort is futile, and the vermin nearly chips its large teeth in the process
The caster utters some more arcane words, tempered with incoherent babbling. Two darts of magical energy spring from his outstretched fingertips - one slamming into Campus and the other sizzling as it bites through Ulfric's armor.
Varinder moves past Ceerio and down the corridor, stepping in to take a stance beside Campus, his daggers out and showing some small measure of threat.
Campus crumples, blood welling from her forehead.
Little chance of helping anyone like this now... Ulfric thinks as Campus goes down.
Ulfric instinctively presses a had to a wound and will it to heal.
Well that will come in handy...
Stepping back, Ulfric will take a swing at the cultist by the door.
Cerio whines in fear, like a lost dog, then stumbles into the room past Ramul. As he moves he begins mumbling words he doesn't even understand.
A cumulic cloud of colours, sickly hued and perverse, engulfs a cultist and the rat. Cerio tries to pretend he doesn't see the unusual shapes rolling within it.
Ramul gathers a ball of electricity between his hands and concentrates for a moment on keeping it together before hurling it toward the cultist near the back of the room. He's fairly confident he's starting to figure out this new electricity thing.
Klassalka, though she considers having another go at the cultist that attacked Ulric, has her anger more drawn by the one who struck one of her allies down!
Bad mistake!
She lunges forward between two cultists- and in front of any other allies- and hacks mightly at the offender who struck Campus down!
Ulfric steps back and swings his blade mightily at the cultist, lodging it deep into his upper arm. The cultist cries out in pain, and when Ulfric removes his blade, the arm hangs limply, barely held on to the rest of the cultists's body. Perhaps through some maniacal devotion, the cultist still stands!
Ramul's, seeing the staggering cultist still standing, steps back through the open door and aims his electrical charge at the man. The cultist goes into an immediate seizure as the energies cascade over him. His bladder and bowels release, and he falls, his eyes open and staring as he reaches whatever cold darkness awaits him in the afterlife.
Ceerio blasts the group before him with a cone of colors nearly too vivid to behold. The cultist shrieks but manages to avert his eyes, but the rat is not so lucky. It falls over, eyes blinking slowly as it falls into unconsciousness.
Klassalka steps over the fallen bookcase and leans into a powerful swipe at the cultist before Varinder. Her sword slams into, and through the man - shoulder to hip. He falls in a mess of broken pieces, blood pooling across the floor.
Varinder bravely steps in front of Campus's fallen form and slashes at the last crowbar-wielding cultist. He somehow manages to connect, drawing a thin line of blood on the man's thigh
The cultist, enraged by the tiny slice on his thigh, swings his crowbar at the gnome assailant. However, he slips in the quickly widening pool of blood on the ground,
and his crowbar flies through the air far to the side of Varinder
The casting cultist begins waving his hands in peculiar gestures and babbling out incoherently.
Cerio hops back , then glares at the caster and bites his lip, reaching back into the unwelcome darkness and drawing forth its perfect cold. He can feel it, deep within his skull, and he shivers.
Ulfric steps up to the rat and swings his blade.
argg Campus mumbles, eyes cracking open. I've got to get out of here. Out of here!!
The exuberant caster easily dodges the effects of Ceerio's spell, and continues his own, oddly intricate dance and chant.
Ulfric easily cuts the rat in two as the vermin lay on the floor, twitching in stunned silence.
Headless of anyone who might try and crowbar along the way, Klassalka rushes forward at the sorcerer, I had a bad experience with magic earlier!
And cleaves downward!
(Charge move)
Ramul looks down at his sparking hands in surprise. He hadn't expected such a weak blast to fell the cultist. Still, the fight is far from over.
Gathering another ball of electricity, Ramul hurls it at the closest cultist.
Klassalka advances in a mad rush, and the remaining crowbar wielder swipes out with his weapon as the enraged woman dashes by. She flies by, and the crowbar whistles harmlessly aside. Still, the attack is enough of a distraction to throw off Klassalka's attack.
Ramul's electricity hits the cultist and the man seizes up in pain. Blood flows from his mouth as he bites his tongue, then he slumps visibly as the power of the strike taxes his muscles. The cultist still stands, though is looking far less aware.
Varinder cries out and slashes again, perhaps spurred on by his previous success. The crowbar wielder swipes his crossbow across, easily forcing Varinder's hand back before it ever gets close to its target.
The cultists move into action. The gibbering, dancing one finishes his action, and Klassalka feels...odd.
The cultist steps back and hurls a bolt of electricity at Klassalka, even as he hopes for his spell to take hold.
The other cultist takes a step to the south, possibly looking for a way out of the room. He swipes at the small form of Variinder with the steel bar.
Cerio summons yet another mote of numbing blackness from the folds of nowhere, directing it to fall upon the cultist nearest him.
Campus's eyes snap open. Hadn't they just opened a moment ago? She feels around, feel wet hot blood. I'm hurt bad. It hurt to breathe. crowbars. The sounds of fighting comes to her. Not over yet. Campus, begins to pray, converting her prepared spell for one that cured wounds.
Ramul breathes a sigh of relief as he sees Campus heal herself. That's one less thing he has to worry about. For now, at least.
Gathering up yet another ball of electricity, Ramul hurls it at the cultist near Varinder and Campus.
Time to stop the caster...
Ulfric steps forward again, grinning at the rush of combat.
This is the best way to protect people...
Ulfric strikes at the caster, hoping to finish them.
(+2 vs mind affecting from trait, +2 rage, +2 combat)
Klassalka is zowied!
The caster once again dodges Ceerio's spell, and continues to evade attacks as it slips aside Ulfric's singing blade.
The other cultist also proves nimble, as he just barely evades Ramul's blast. The man looks down at the two blocking his way to the door. As he does, Varinder slashes again with his tiny blade.
The man swats aside the blade with a snarl, and slams down his crowbar at his small opponent. He thunks Varinder squarely on the head, and the gnome slides down to the ground in a mass of unmoving limbs, blood streaming from his scalp.
The caster looks at the imposing form of Ulfric before him, and his eyes widen. He glances back at his dolls, then steels his gaze at Ulfric. You won't hurt my students! He extends his hand and blasts out a ray of cold at his opponent. The ray glances off of Ulfric's skin, but does little more than cut a small gash of frozen skin.
Cerio curses, stumbling back beside a bookshelf. His arms shoot out, inadvertently discharging another storm of horrific colors.
Campus looks up from the ground right next to the fallen Varinder and a threatening red robed man. Mercy Campus mumbles. Reshifting the have of her weapon she akwardly clubs at the man.
Ulfric will stay beside the caster and attack again. "I wouldn't dream of hurting them." Ulfric says as he strike with his blade again.
As the caster tries to hit him with a spell Ulfric strikes.
Ramul hurls another blast at the cultist near Varinder and Campus. He's no healer, so Ramul's hope is that they can end the fight quick enough for Campus or Ulfric to reach Varinder.
As the caster begins to weave his hands in order to cast another spell, his defenses fall. Ulfric takes the opportunity to strike, slashing across and interrupting the man with a deep and wicked cut on his arm. The cultist cries out in pain as he loses his spell. Then, Ulfric brings his sword back across, cutting the other arm. The cultist flails about in pain, casting blood all over his precious students with his insane gyrations.
Ramul's spell takes the other cultist, forcing his muscles to seize up and freeze. The man falls to the ground, violently twitching as blood seeps from seared flesh.
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