Zirul tries to give a short signed-languagy version of the information he's unearthed, and if he can get past Luthor, make his way into the room.
Luthor just shoots back a look of confusion at Zirul's sign language.
After Zirul's attempt at explaining, he just heads on over to smack at one of the strange cultists, knowing that his jaws can do more than just speak, in this case.
Kal growls and waits for Luthor to clear the way.
Luthor will step forward and flurry at N1.
And two of his strikes hit, the last one is deflected by the priestess' armor.
Opal will try to dispel the unhallow.
Unfortunately she fails.
Kal steps forward and shoots one of them.
Kal's third shot hits.
N1 and N2 will bravely stand against the interlopers as they brandish their unholy symbols.
N3 and N4 move to the back of the room. N3 casts a spell attempting to cast a spell clouding their minds.
N2 gets this crazed look in her eye.
N4 pushes on a tile on the wall and you can hear the sound of stone grinding against itself.
Zirul tries to force his mind not to bend beneath the weight of the crazy cultist Ns.
He growls low and strikes out at N1 with claws and fangs.
Fire-Kal shoots some more arrows, this time at the caster trying to escape.
Luthor shakes off the confusion for the moment and full attacks N1.
And his first strike drops N1 while his next two severely injure N2. He then steps in further.
Bjorkus reels from the unholy energy but forces his way into the room.
Rushing past the wounded priestess, the bull lowers his horns and gores one of the pair hiding in the rear.
Opal will haste the party except for Bjorkus.
N2 will try to cast a spell defensively.
She reaches out to touch Zirul.
N4 will attempt the same against Bjorkus.
But her spell fizzles so N3 will try the same.
And history repeats itself. The grinding of stone comes to a halt as you see the alcove floor open up and a giant scorpion crawls out. It has a nametage that reads Mr. Clack.
Zirul shakes his head free from all the nastiness that the cultists threw in there. He takes his revenge, though, in the form of claws and jaws attempting to clamp down on the fools who tried to wriggle in his head.
And Zirul strikes down a priestess!
Bjorkus whips his trident about and slams it into the offending cultists.
It takes two strikes, but Bjorkus downs N4.
Kal steps into the room and levels his bow at the priestess Bjorkus is engaged with.
Two of Kal's arrows find their mark. Opal steps forward and sends a lightning ball at the giant scorpion.
It hisses as it burns. N3 tries to cast another spell.
She reaches out to touch Bjorkus, her hand radiating dark energy.
Mr Clack steps forward and starts clacking Luthor!
Zirul steps up and takes some nasty swings. "Let's see how thick this hide is!"
Bjorkus roars in pain as more negative energy wracks his form. The bull glares at the priestess with bloodshot eyes before attacking with a vengeance.
Bjorkus turns his target into a bloody mess. And while three of Zirul's attacks hit, he finds out why it is known as a spiny scorpion. His mouth and claws are impaled by the spikes on the carapace.
Luthor will unleash his own set of attacks!
Luthor also impales his hand on the spiky hide.
Fiery Kal steps forward and slams the thing with a flaming appendage.
Kal's first shot hits.
Opal will launch another Lightningball
Both claws hit and with it's claws rips Luthor open!
And Luthor drops from the pain, blood rushing out of his wounds. Hiss last thoughts wondering why everything attacks him..
Bjorkus, silently, steps closer and lashes out at the beast.
Zirul closes part of the wound, as he strikes out fiercely in response to his friend falling in battle.
Bjorkus finishes off the vermin but not before taking some spiny damage.
Fiery Kal retrieves a scroll and drags Luthor out of the room so it can be used on the unconscious half-ulfen.
Luthor coughs as he wakes up, a little blood seeping out of his mouth. "That hurt."
"Where the hell does Harrigan find these things", the bull says as he prods the giant scorpion with a hoof.
"Let's keep moving. You alright Luthor? How about you Skinny?"
"I guess, not for lack of trying."
Luthor gets up and opens the next door. Along one wall of this elegantly appointed room, shelves hold a collection of ominous looking tomes. Near the shelf rests a bed with black silk sheets. A huge red-and-black banner depicting a spiked cross in a circle hangs above the bed. Along the far wall stands a stone masked-shaped font, filled with a dark liquid. Occupying this room is a dark-haired woman wearing little but a low-cut black dress and a mask. "Good day to you, crew of the Raging Storm. Yes, I know who you are and why you're here. Unfortunately, Harrigan is part of House Thrune's plan so we can't have him dying yet. I do urge you to reconsider but I know you won't. You are after all, Bjorkus, the ladies' morale officer with a legendary harem. Opal, the exotic chefess, Sawbones Zirul, the doctor, Kal the man who has survived more water-based curses than is realistically possible, and Luthor, I actually do feel a little bad for you. First the eel, then a sea serpent, and of course just recently Mr. Clack. You should pray to whatever god you have and ask why your luck is so bad." In front of the door are two other female acolytes.
Fire-Kal roars something unintelligible at the woman. It seems to be a question, though he raises his bow simultaneously in case she takes any hostile action.
"Yes, I even know about that. You look adorable with black fur by the way."
"If you've been usin' magic to spy on us, you know tangling with us will only end in your death. Stand aside and let us settle our business with Harrigan. Even better - join us. You know there's a reason women join the harem."
"Oh you never stop, do you? Even when you're about to die, you think with your libido. Yes I know the reason and frankly it's impressive, but I have a job to do." Out of the sleeves of her dress slip out two short swords. "Maybe I'll keep you alive, maybe not."
Opal will roll her eyes and throw a lightning ball into the room.
"Cute, now that you've shown me yours, I'll show you mine."
And a pillar of unholy fire drops down on the party!
Bjorkus's eyes go wide and he dives aside a moment before the flames come down.
Zirul is gonna chuckle. "Well, your condition is terminal, I'm afraid. Doctor's orders: euthanasia!" He makes his way forward, chomping out at the woman, sinking his teeth in for a nice chunk of witch.
Fire-Kal growls and looses a shaft as the unholy wench begins her casting.
Zirul charges in, getting in a bite.
He takes a chunk out of her shoulder. "Really? That's the best you could come up with?"