If that kills the standing demon, then Gorn will flurry the other demon.
The good aligned attacks drop the demon, and then Gron's furry drops the other one.
The last dretch attacks his hated enemy!
Party up.
Varda swings her bow one last time in a powerful arc intended to finish the creature off.
Varda swings the magic bow, smashing the last demon off.
OUT OF COMBAT
"Is everyone alright?" asks Varda, rubbing her own demon-bitten shoulder a bit tiredly.
With the magical terror flooding his thoughts passed, Na'shok rushes back to the hallway.
"Well done", he says with a glance at the battered and dead demons.
Aenthurien nods in response, then begins searching the creatures and the area.
They are lowly dretches, and not carrying anything of value, unless you count the pile of humanoid bones around the dark corners of the maze.
After exiting the maze, the old sewer tunnel leads about a hundred feet east before connecting to more recent sewers - and more importantly, to the first of several ladders leading up to the surface.
"Thank you, Frekhi, you gave me the opening I needed to defeat that demon."
Looking to the rest of the group, "We should continue onwards."
Na'shok breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of the ladders and then returns to the group of survivors.
"There's a way to the surface up here", he growls. "Come on."
"Excellent. Let us swiftly retrieve Anevia."
When you step out of the sewers, you find yourselves in the southeastern section of Kenabres (Location noted by the human marker). It is vastly different from the one you left when the demons first attacked. The numerous tremors and demon attacks have left the city as a smoking, apocalyptic ruin. The familiar skyline of Kenabres is forever smashed - the Kite and the Cathedral of St. Clydwell have been completely destroyed. Plumes of dark smoke still rise from the smoldering remains of burned down buildings, while fat buzzards wheel above in skies scarred by red smoke and black clouds. The Worldwound has expanded its borders, and now the city of Kenabres is enveloped in it.
Anevia, Aravashnial, and Horgus are all horrified when they behold the extent of devistation on Kenabres. However, they bear the shock stoically, with grim determination.
"Well, what now?" Anevia asks.
"I'd like to be brought to Blackwing tower." Aravashnial says.
"We must go to my mansion first. I need to see what happened to my vault, servants and guards," Horgus demands.
>_
Na'shok ponders his chances of escaping into the wild but finally shakes his head in rejection of the idea. With the Worldwound's borders so close, it'd be too dangerous.
"We need to find shelter first", he growls. "Where will survivors have fled to?"
"Let's take Horgus back first."
It will be easier on everybody's nerves.
"Who knows, look at the skyline. The two strongest fortifications in the city are leveled." Anevia replies.
"My mansion's vault should still hold. Its that way," pointing toward area J.
>_
"Fine. Show us the way to your mansion."
You are walking towards Horgus's mansion, and the process is slow going. Dibree litters the road constantly, and many building are destroyed, their ashen components blowing through the air. The streets of Kenabres, once completely full, are now vacant and empty. Every so often, you hear a scream from somewhere distant, signaling that the mortal population of Kenabres has decreased once again.
From overhead and behind you, you begin to hear loud buzzing. Huge demonic flies seem to have spotted you, and are now giving chase.
Demonic Giant Flies
Aenthurien
Na'shok
NPCs
Frekhi
Varda
Gorn-Rel
the flies double move forward, and are about 40 ft above the ground.
>_
Varda's face hardens at the sight of the ruined city, though the hardness is artificial, too forced, as if she's trying to fight down grief and pain and fear all at once. "Azul... Dolek..." she mutters, putting her hand to her forehead.
After a moment she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. With a short nod she follows the others.
Na’shok grips the handle of his whip tightly and waits for the huge bugs to get closer. He barks an order at Larissa to do the same.
Varda fits an arrow to the string and moves forward, her face grim, waiting for one of the flies to come a bit closer.
Aenrhurien readys his bow as well, waiting for the creatures to come in closer.
Gorn moves in front of the NPCs, readying an attack. Frekhi does the same.
The first fly decends. Aenthurien lets loose with his bow, but the arrow flies wide.
Varda then lets loose with her arrow, dropping the fly.
The second fly decends on a strafing run. Na'shok & Larissa lets loose with their whips but only Lisara does minimal damage.
The fly decends to near ground level, and lets loose a torrent of acid!
*fail
*fail
*fail
acid damage,save for half
>_
Varda reloads and fires off a quick shot at the other fly.
Varda damages the fly, but it seems to be infused with demonic energy, and has gained resistance to normal weapons.
Aenthurien follows with another shot.
Aenthurien shoots the fly, damaging it severely.
Na'shok howls in pain when the acid sears his flesh. Dropping his whip, he steps forward, grips his hammer with both hands, and slams into the surviving fly.
Na'shok finishes off the injured fly.
OUT OF COMBAT
Horgus grabs some of the remaining wine in his wine flask and pours where he got acid burns. Damnation! That hurts.
Anevia silently pulls out a potion and drinks it.
"Come on. Lets move before more abominations show up." She says.
>_
"Agreed."
Nash winces at his acid burns but nods in agreement.
While walking to Gwerm Manor, Anevia approaches Varda.
"Where did you get that bow? It looks like the bow my wife usually carries around with her."
>_
Varda nods, judging the other woman's reaction as she responds. "I believe it is the same one. The demon-worshipping mongrelmen had it... there was a note saying they retrieved it from a museum. Do you know anything of that?"
"No, I don't. What is going on? I was told it was a precious family heirloom. Why would it be in a museum?" Anevia responds.
You arrive at Gwerm manor at dusk. The sun has just set over the horizon.
The manor is something of a miracle, for it seems to have escaped without any damage at all, despite the surrounding homes in ruins. Inside, it seems to have been looted, with furniture overturned and paintings riped from their frames.
”Bah. Figures. All my servents and guards have left with most of my exposed valuables. Come on, my vault is this way.
Horgus leads you downstairs, where a large bank vault remains sealed. He places his palm against a magic seal, which subsequently light up. Behind the vault is a significant amount of gold and platinum, arranged in neat stacks. He counts out some platinum pieces and hands it to Gorn.
”I never thought I’d be doing business with a hobgoblin, but here I am doing it. I’m happy you recognized my importance; you did a most adequate job of getting us safely to the surface. Above average, even.”
>_
The short, tanned woman shakes her head. "I do not know. Let us hope that we will find answers soon."