Rosa's blade cuts and slashes, splitting some bests in half, below her the old dwarf rips apart even more. Then it is done, and there nothing left to kill.
She stands there in the middle of the dead leopards.
Taking her time she puts her sword away. then looking down smiles at SnowBeard
She holds her hand up as positive healing is offered, to say no. Then she checks the others are all well and alive.
The path back is blocked by the portcullis. There are seven other passages that are at your level, above there is plenty of seating and more passages.
You hear some clapping in the distance.
As the desnan cleric checks the others for injuries, Davian hears a strange clapping sound.
The varisian turns to locate the sound of the clapping and points to the grand stand. "Ţhere!"
He offers a deep, courteous bow towards Rosa - which looks both parts funny and alarming, given the fact that his beard is still strangling a leopard-thing while he is doing so.
"Yaharll, tat be a line I have to note down.
Not evry day ya get complimented by a fiend-queen, yaharll!"
He turns and looks at the limb form dangling in his beard as if he just noticed.
"Anyone good in questioning ... overgrown cats?
This lad 's still with us.
Maybe ye can get some useful bits out of it and ask it why 'ey were attacking us like crazy, although we did not have a Miceling with us."
As the clapping sounds up, Snowbeard turns.
"Naharll, that not be all of 'em.
T'ere be sitting a lad an clapping.
Not been t'ere a minute ago.
More in ta shadows of t'e entrances."
Rose dose not look up at the clapping individual, but kneels down and looks at the dead bests.
She stands back up.
Only then dose she look up at the figure.
"Ah yes, taunt the mysterious figures for not finding more inventive ways to kill us. A solid tactic." Lidras said with a hint of amusement.
Niche walks over to the monster lying on the ground in its own blood.
"Just a Minotaur? That's disappointing. It couldn't even stay alive long enough for me to hit it."
He looks at his companions, "Which way next? You think we'll find the others soon?"
"We probably won't. In my experience, when adventurers get separated like this, it inevitably means that they have died. We should push on, and hope for the best, while expecting the worst."
She responses in an instant to Libras
And winks at him.
Clad in red full plate armor a humanoid figure comes out from one of the gateways, it is followed by several others of different sizes. The one in the lead has darkness of some sort covering its face but you can see the glowing red eyes. The others are the same with different glowing colored eyes. The other six figures have weapons and shields out. The lean skinny one has two red glowing daggers. The average human sized one has a black longsword and similar black hexagonal shield. The large stocky figure has a massive double bladed sword that could easily be used as a shield as well. The others are slim and feminine forms even with the heavy armor on, it was molded to fit their assets.
Within 50 feet they stop, the one in the lead merely 30 feet away and asks, "What do you want in our wonderful home?!"
He cocks his head to one side just far enough to be noticed, only as far as his helmet allows and asks again pointing as he does: right: "minotaurs but quicker,", forward: "Unknown.", left: "long route, undead minotaur might be out. Which way?"
He asks in response, "Which way do you think the others are? Sly you got any trail or scent of the others? I am fine with anyway."
The little lizard finally looks warm and smiles for it. Then after being asked he looks sad, "No scent, at least not yet."
The enlarged dwarf looks at the speaker and its entourage, expecting one of the others to speak up. As nobody takes the word and the silence stretches, he groans audibly and answers the man.
"Cheeh, I'm Old Snowbeard a' this be the Mountain King", he indicated the unmoving crab atop his walking staff, "and we be here fer finding a good story, some fancy take-away souvenirs.
No idea what Hell's Lady be doin' 'ere, but da others look fer shinies, yaharll!
A' you?
Ya be livin' 'ere? Bet ya dunn get many visitors, yaharll!"
While he speaks, his white beard flies around as in a stormy wind nobody can feel.
Slides her sword round and locks it into place on her back.
She smiles as the dwarf talks.
Yes none of them knew just why she was here.
She looks up at the figure that was watching them and back at the one who had spoken.
She points at the figure.
She bows deeply and then walks to one side and away from the others, showing no sign of hostility but separating herself. Folding her arms she looks on at the two groups.
As before minotaurs will not be much of a threat, with a few scraps with the minotaurs they soon leave you alone to walk through their maze. Luckily Matthew seems to have a perfect memory and easily leads you down to another level.
At that point Sly perks up.
Then Sly perks up. He looks around and sniffs the air. In a happier chirpy voice he exclaims, "I have their scent, at least a few of them! Come! Come! I will lead!" He jumps down and leads the group along a path, into a much better made tunnel. The stone work is very well crafted. Soon you find yourselves in the colosseum and at the end looking out at your group surrounded by leopard like corpses, ice, a hole, and off to the side a motley crew in crimson full plate armor.
Rosa nods
and then makes her way the Masters protector.
When she gets to the figurer she bows once more.
She bows deeply once more.
The hell spawn is gone...