Kel gives the cultist a condescending look, raises his buckler and gets to his feet in a defensive crouch.
"Really? The best you've got is to make me lay down for a second? Don't tell me, you worship the Demon Prince of short naps? The Infernal Lord of getting comfortable? Tell you what, why don't you just stand there in the corner and cry while we deal with your friend there."
*Giggle*
Maybe you aren't a complete waste of time after all.
Kel clambers to his feet in a defensive stance, taunting the cultist who merely inconvenienced him.
As he stands, the cultist of Baphomet swings her glaive at him in a threatening, but otherwise useless manner. "You squander the gift of your heritage and make a mockery of the power of the Abyss? I'll make sure you die today!"
Tina moves into the room, swinging her new club and connecting with the cultist of Baphomet, who falls to the ground unconscious.
Aravashnial moves into the room and asks "What do you need me to do?"
Max is still keeping an eye on that other door, with magics ready.
As he stands, the cultist of Baphomet swings her glaive at him in a threatening, but otherwise useless manner. "You squander the gift of your heritage and make a mockery of the power of the Abyss? I'll make sure you die today!"
Promises, promises...
Aravashnial moves into the room and asks "What do you need me to do?"
"Hold that thought, wizard." Kel says easily blocking the cultist's swing.
"I thought there might be a problem, but I was wrong. Tina brought down the big one, and this one here seems better at running her mouth than fighting."
Rex with his now loaded pistol moves into the room and takes a shot at the still standing foe.
Rex drops his pistol, and draws his Chief Sull's morningstar and wades into combat.
"Hope I don't hit myself with this thing."
Rex moves into the room and fires his pistol, but it's all sound and fury signifying nothing.
Deia hexes the cultist.
Max maintains his position guarding the southern door.
Anevia hobbles past Deia and swings at the cultist, scoring a solid hit.
The cultist laughs as she says. "All bunched up, just waiting to die!" She holds out a hand, exposing a tattoo on her palm that looks somewhat like a locust. A wave of energy rapidly radiates outward from her palm.
Lann holds position.
Kel doesn't even wince as the corruptive energy washes over him blistering his skin. He just stares at her for a moment and makes a tisking sound with his mouth.
Then he slams his glaive forward.
Kel drops the cultist with an expert swing of his glaive. As she falls, she says "The Locust Host will consume this world..."
Mwk Chain shirt, Mwk glaive, dagger, spell component pouch, 10gp, bronze bull's head unholy symbol(silver unholy symbol).
Red potion, Scroll 1, Scroll 2.
Mwk chain shirt, Mwk scythe, dagger, spell component pouch, 10gp, letter.
Red potion, Scroll 1, Scroll 2.
S.V.
Round 3
Tina passes her turn
Kel shakes his head as the cultist wastes her last breath. Looking around he says "Everyone alright?"
Then he starts patting down the bodies and tossing anything important into a pile.
In the end he takes the cultist's glaive to replace his own, and takes the holy symbol of baphomet in case he needs to disguise himself.
"I really hate carrying these things." he says absently.
Max keeps watch on that same door as the party sorts through the loot. He seems quite obsessive about it.
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Seeing the last cultist fall, Deia looks around. "Is everybody OK," she asks. "We have more healing potions if you need them." While she does this, she wipes her hands about herself and Astra. I hope that feeling of vile corruption goes away soon.
Deia prods the group, "Before we get too distracted by sorting through these blasphemies, let's make sure the door that Max is guarding doesn't have any more surprises for us."
"I'm no worse for wear. They talked a lot, but they couldn't back it up."
After the fight is over, Rex sets about reloading his pistol and sliding Sull's Morningstar back in his belt.
"Kel you dropped those guys pretty good, maybe you can give me some pointers sometime on using this morningstar, I feel like I'm swinging with out much form or purpose."
"I'd be happy to, once we aren't neck deep in cultists. For now, if you need to get in swinging range, try to flank with Anevia here, since she isn't at her best right now either, or go for targets who aren't wearing much armor."
"Also, I think it would be a good idea to affix a loop of leather or braided cloth at the top of the grip. That way you can keep it at the ready easier while you reload that boomstick."
"Anyone mind if I drink one of those potions?"
Help yourself
Anevia heads over to the pile of stuff that Kel is forming as he goes through the bodies. She grabs the letter and reads it over.
"Any of you have any idea who this 'Hosilla' might be? If those two were sent to escort her to Drezen, then she must be someone important."
Nope.
"Never head of them."
Which way will we head now? East or back south and east?
No longer hearing the sounds of battle, Horgus makes his way back inside the door, and into the light, careful to not slip on the smeared blood that trails from the main door to the southern one.
"I assume from the fact that you're all just lazily standing around that it's safe for me to come in now?"
As he nears the bedrolls, he crinkles his nose in mild disgust.
"It smells like an orc's armpit in here. Do these people never bathe?"
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Deia looks around the room they are in.
Deia reacts to Horgus. "Be careful, Horgus. We still have a few places to secure before we can consider this room safe. Stay back from the door that Max guards."
Deia thinks about what she read in the letter, trying to remember something.
We may be able to use our companions knowledge to our advantage, she thinks.
"Horgus, Aravashnial, Lann, and Anevia: Do the names Hosilla or Dresen mean anything to you?" she asks.
To everybody else Deia says, "Horgus is right. We should clear the rest of the rooms of danger. Let's start by Max."
"Many thanks for the advice Kel, I never thought about securing my weapon to my belt. I always practiced with a crossbow for the most part until the mysterious lady gave me this device. It is called a pistol. Does a lot of damage when it hits, but it is louder than hells."
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Deia reconsiders her thoughts.
"You know, I think I have been reading the letter wrong. I originally read the letter as instructions to bring this Hosilla person and her captor to meet a person named Dresen. However, Dresen is also the name of a city that fell to the Demons at the start of the Second Crusade against the Worldwound."
After a short pause to catch her breath she continues, "Reading it the other way, it seems the Cultists are going to try to sneak a captive out of the city and bring the captive to the demons in another city. We should move carefully but quickly, as the attack may have ended yesterday after we fell into the underbelly of the city."
"If they're taking something to Drezen, it must be important. If our most recent opponents were supposed to be escorting someone there, then I would have to guess that whoever they were to escort is still around down here. We must find this Hosilla and see if we can stop the cultists."
I agree.
"As do I. We should go and find him. I suspect we'll find him up that ladder!" As Max says this, he remains unmoving by the blocked door. He turns his head toward his companions and nods toward the door, clearly suggesting they head for the door and not the ladder.
Kel quaffs a potion and looks up the ladder. "Ok, here goes. Max, how about you cover me with that pistol."
"Alright, we can do that first." Kel moves over to Max's door and readies to open it. Second verse, same as the first folks."
Tina gets her bomb ready
Moved myself just a 5-foot step back from the door. If I understand right, I should be able to color spray into the room from here. Obviously the bad guys can also hit me back, but there's no other way for Max to cast into the room, as I understand it.
The party stacks up on the door, readying for when Kel opens it. Kel does a countdown, then yanks open the door. Inside you see a cloaked figure crouching in the shadows near the back of the room.
Deia = 13, prerolled
The figure isn't moving, and looks off somehow.