Cecily stands for a moment in the stable, the smells stale and mildly unpleasant but reminding her of better times when all she had to worry about was...well, nothing, she didn't have to worry about anything, she could ride her horse and eat nice things and take nice long baths.
The fuss over Tandyn hearing things in his head breaks her out of her remembrances, and she walks over and pats him on the shoulder. "Are you well, Sir Tandyn? One really shouldn't be hearing anything in their head, that is quite unusual. There must be evil afoot!"
Ahmose listens to the piling on of maladies that the suddenly near-death Paladin has succumb to....
Should we just shoot him like one of Dorek 's flying horses?
The small Blue-scaled Kobold simply shrugs, steal thing ahead to scout.
The Blue Whisper suspiciously peers about as he slides across the floors.
Tapping Sir Tandyn on the shoulder (after putting on a glove), Ahmose points at the still closed door.....
Sosiel suggests, "Perhaps Tandyn is possessed by the will of his goddess."
Aron adds, "I don't think a demon would want you to clean anything. Well, maybe to lead you into trap."
The vaulted ceiling of this massive sanctuary reaches nearly thirty feet overhead. Smashed stained-glass windows stretch in narrow bands above the doors. Four angelic statues occupy each corner of the room, though their faces and wings are cracked and broken almost beyond recognition. The walls are covered with disturbing shapes and runes that have been scratched into the stone. An altar, befouled with grime and filth, sits against the southern wall.
Sitting in the pews are six undead creatures paired with two in clerical vestments preaching at the altar, one holds a bowl overflowing with maggots.
Aroden gets a sudden flash of three statues coming to life rushing him from the rooftops.
Suprise!
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Aroden casts Haste on the party.
Aroden gets ready for the assault as the gargoyles swoop down at the party’s rear flank nearly
silently.
Round 1
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