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Both Demitri's & Nalun's blows cause the wizard to cry out in equal measures of surprise and pain. "OW! OW! OW!" Seeing how the battle has completely turned against him, he grins and spits a gob of blood on the floor. "You think you have me cornered? Apparently, you've never dealt with a mage before." He snorts and snaps his fingers...
...and grins. "Ta-ta!" Before the party's eyes, the wizard vanishes in a puff of greasy black smoke.
Lyla's bomb explodes in Rolth's face, but only mildly singing him, surprisingly enough. He makes a show of coughing dismissively. "Oh, really, now? That's all you've got? Watch THIS!" He starts summoning more energy into his hands...
...and his hands suddenly become enveloped in flames. He points one hand at Nalun...
...and the other at Demitri.
Fire engulfs the bounty hunter, but the inquisitor manages to dodge the ray of searing fire in time. The blood-spattered mage snorts... and steps into the corner next to Nalun, grinning all the while.
Rolth's eyes narrow as Ortik moves past him, and he lashes out with a knife from his sleeve...
...and it harmlessly skips off the dwarf's shield. "Ah. I wondered why Jolistina didn't report back."
Lyla's bolt goes flying past Rolth's head. His eyes light up when he sees the party lined up in a neat little column before him. "Well, that's certainly brave of you." He says as he takes a step back. "Brave. AND FOOLISH!" He cackles as a surge of electrical energy is gathered in his hands... and he doesn't even notice Nalun's wild shot before letting it fly in a straight line through the party.
Lyla manages to dive off of Ortik's head and Nalun flattens himself against the floor to avoid the worst of it. Unfortunately, Demitri, Ortik & Karri are hit with the lightning bolt dead on. Rolth giggles with glee. "Seriously, there was another door."
Demitri's swing goes wide, but Karri's acidic glob splashes on the mage's robes. It sizzles and fizzles out as Rolth looks down at it. "Oh, please."
Rolth actually takes a step back in surprise. "...and I'm Rolth. Pleased to meet you." Though his tone is snarky, it's clear that Karri's sudden outburst has put him on edge. The glow of magic flashes into his hands!
The man's mouth twists into a sneer. "Oh really, now? And... why, pray tell, should I, the one and only Rolth, do that?" There's a glint of recognition in the man's eyes. "Wait a minute... aren't you...?"
Ortik & Lyla manage to totter over to the door and open it. Eight cold, iron beds stand here, their sharp frames threaded with worn manacles and stained leather straps. Several are occupied by obviously unwilling patients, each bound and in various states of consciousness, their combined moans murmuring throughout the room. Between them stand several small tables, each strewn with gore-soaked pans, flasks of mysterious fluids, and all manner of cruel-looking cutting instruments. A sizable brown-crimson stain covers much of the eastern wall, as if all the blood from a body once held there had exploded forth in a single violent eruption. Approaching the door is a greasy, spindly man in grey & black robes, his faded black hair marred by lengths of grey running through it. His black goatee is flecked with bits of blood. A host of vicious-looking scalpels, tongs & saws are neatly arranged on his belt, most of them stained a rusted red from prolonged use. His sleeves are rolled up, and his pale arms are covered in a mixture of blood and other bodily fluids. GM Rolls:
"Ah--I wondered who was at the door." The man's voice is slimy and sinister, and sounds more than a little unhinged. "I sent my assistant to check up on the other subjects already--he should be getting back to me with the results in a moment or two." "Though, just between you, me and this rabble--" The man snorts and waves a dismissive hand at the groaning patients strapped to the beds. "--I wouldn't expect much progress."
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