"Sounded like tha boss is downstairs. Not sure how he couldn't ta heard this ruckus though... Try ta sneak down or just rush em'?"
Sobok has a poke around the temple, but finds nothing of particular interest. MWG has already hoovered up the loose change scattered across the floor.
"These guys seem like the type to tussle, and the boss hasn't come to check on it yet. So I think we need to hope he was to far underground to hear more then some yelling. Otherwise he may have booked it." Sobok says as he prepares to head downstairs.
"Anybody have any idea where to go now, besides downstairs? And I would like to caution *everyone* about leaping into situations blindly..."
FLiss gives a one-shoulder shrug. "Yeah, fair enough, should've checked with yer before diving in." She smirks. "Still, what's done is done - we're still here, an theyre not." She picks up her rapier from where it was lying on the floor. "Let's get moving then, see what this boss has to say for hisself."
Sobok will recast his protection as he starts to head down the stairs in case the boss was waiting to ambush them. He tries to regain his protection, but fails in the cramped stairs leading down.
At the bottom of the steps, the hallway turns left and ends in a simple wooden door.
MWG says "I can see better in the dark than most, and I'm pretty good at sneaking around. Let me check out the hallway first."
She puts her hand out to touch the hallway wall, and moves forward slowly and quietly...
= 6
She will advance until she finds a door, then listen at it :
= 5
Listening at the wooden door, MWG initially hears nothing. A few moments pass, and there is no sound from beyond the threshold. Just as she is about to pull her ear away from the door, MWG hears... something. A faint whisper, barely audible, but quite possibly the soft rasp of leather brushing against stone.
MWG will stay at the door, hoping to be able to hear more. If she hears sounds like someone is coming to the door, she will go back the way she came quietly.
If needed :
= 5
You listen for a few minutes more, but there is no further sound from beyond the door.
"Too long. Mebbe we should go down an' check on her..."
He very carefully heads down, taking time to make sure every step is safe once the light dims down to the point he can't see well...
MWG continues down the hall feeling for more doors.
If needed :
= 4
The hallway does not contine any further, it ends at the simple wooden door you have been listening at.
Fliss shifts from one foot to the other, waiting for something to happen.
Sobok follows behind MWG as they make their way forward.
Sobok opens the door and goes in.
Sobok leads the way through the simple wooden door, which opens into an ancient crypt excavated beneath the temple. The space is large (although the ceiling is quite low) and very, very dark. Shallow alcoves along the walls provide standing room for two dozen stone sarcophagi. Squat stone pillars extend along the length of the crypt, supporting the low ceiling and breaking your line of sight to the far wall .
Sobok looks around as he goes, but might as well be blind in the darkness.
Dome can barely see his own nose...
MWG's birthright gives her an advantage to seeing in darkness :
But not so much in this room that she can see anything.
Fliss kcikcs the door fully open and strides in, torch flicering with a dim light as she looks around the room.
Unfortunatly all she sees are the shadows cast by the light of her torch.
"Come out, com out wherecver you are! Yer friends are dead, time for you to join em."
From the shadowy recesses of the crypt, you hear a deep, gravelly voice bark a single word in Infernal, that loathsome tongue favored by denizens of the Nine Hells.
Suddenly, Fliss' torch is snuffed out, as your vision is snatched away by sorcerous darkness!
Although you are practically blinded by this magical murk, you hear soft footfalls of several unseen assailants slinking forward with murderous intent.
MWG turns left and moves along the wall beside the door, hoping to get out of the area of darkness, running if needed :
= up to 10"
If she reaches a corner, she'll turn and continue to move.
Sobok calls upon his powers expecting an attack and then moves forward to get out of the darkness.
Dom will close his eyes, concentrate on his hearing and be ready to strike if attacked...
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Fliss knows that darkness is death - even as the troch is snuffed, she's runing forwards to get out the area of darkness. She trusts in her low hight and good instincts to keep her from running into anything. This isn't her first tango.
Both MWG and Fliss charge headlong, in a direction that they hope will bring them out of the magical darkness. There is a thump, as MWG cracks her skull against a low stone beam that she had been unable to see.
Fliss, being shorter than her human companion, is able to run under the low beam without injury. She emerges from the sphere of magical darkness, and sees four tiefling ruffians armed with shortswords advancing towards her along the edges of the room. Another two tieflings, armed with crossbows, are peeking out from behind the cover of stone pillars at the far end of the crypt. Between the furthest two pillars stands a broad, muscular tiefling brandishing a battleaxe. Large, curly horns (like that of a ram) protrude from his skull and his eyes flash deep red with hellish delight, as he spots Fliss emerging (first) from the darkness.
"GRAAAAAGGH!!!" the hulking tiefling roars, dipping his head and charging forth, to gore Fliss on his magnificent horns!
The charging brute slams into Fliss and sends her flying!
A moment later, Sobok and MWG emerge from the sphere of magical darkness.
Dom is still inside the sphere of darkness, waiting to react to some unseen assault.
Seeing multiple threats, MWG does a quick assessment. Since the horned tiefling is currently busy, she considers the crossbow wielders the greatest threat, and throws a shuriken at one of them :
If that hits :
She then looks around for any place to take cover against the crossbows.
Hearing the shouts and the obvious 'thud' of a heavy blow, Dom heads that way... but at a normal pace. He thought he heard a 'thunk", followed by an "Ow!" so he is going a little more cautiously..
The tiefling marksmen are using the squat stone columns for heavy cover , and MWG's shuriken misses her mark.
Dominic emerges warily from the sphere of magical darkness.
The two tiefling marksmen pop out of cover to discharge their weapons, before ducking back into cover, to reload.
The four remaining tieflings move into melee, short blades flashing in the flickering light from Fliss' dropped torch.
The party engage with the murderous tieflings, who discover that it's not so simple to cut someone's throat when they can see you coming. One scoundrel tries to skewer Fliss, after the hulking tiefling knocked her prone, but she manages to roll away with naught but superficial injury.
Fliss is caught offguard by teh attack, but she lands with a roll and shakes her head to clear it. Time to focus. Dspite the situation, she grins. She's faced worse. Probly. She lauhgs at the tiefling whos' trying to stab her and retruns the favour with her rapier.
The tiefling standing over Fliss gasps, as her rapier pierces his heart, killing him outright in a single thrust!!
Dom lets out a quick curse as a blade nearly connects with him as he he exits the darkness. He returns the favor:
Sobok swings his warhammer at the foul tiefling in front of him.
Dom's opponent parries the incoming axe blow with his blade .
Meanwhile, Sobok bludgeons a tiefling to death with his trusty warhammer! Blood and bits of skull go everywhere!!
MWG draws her sword and attacks the tiefling :
= 11
Doing
And if the attack roll is a Raise vs. his Parry :
= 9
The two marksman at ge other end of the crypt pop out from behind cover and focus fire on the armoured lizardman with the bloodied warhammer, before ducking back behind the stone columns.
Seeing attacks literally bouncing off Sobok's scaly hide, the hulking tiefling brute barrels across the crypt, to attack the lizardman in a frenzy of blows!
"Feel the power of Ostengo!" the hulking tiefling roars, his prodigious strength proving too great for even Sobok's hardened scales to withstand, "Mightiest of all the Bastards of Erebus!"
The two tiefling marksmen emerge from cover. The first fires on Fliss...
... the second goes on Hold, waiting for the next unegaged target to present itself.
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Fliss swishes her rapier, flickng the blood off. "Right, who else wants so- OW!" She pulls out the corrsbow bolt from her arm and throws it to teh floor, scornfully. "That the best you can do? I've had worse than that for serving drinks at teh wrong termperature." The pain has helped her focus, though. In any fight, you grind the organs of the leader, not the mooks. She stares at the big guy, her eyes glowing with hellish light. "Ostengo, eh? Good to know what to put on your tombstone." She grins. "Jsut kidding. Teher won't be enough of you left to bury."
She speaks a word of Infernal, and a black dart of twisted metal materialises next to her, before it buries iteslf in the leader's side in a fountain of blood.
Ostengo grunts and coughs up blood, as the iron spike burrows through his tough leather armour and into his flesh.
Dom shakes his head, ignores the extra bruising and lashes out at the brigand in front of him..
He puts that one down handily...
Sobok staggers from the blow but manages to very weakly swing back.
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