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Rordan finally gains control of himself. He has a throbbing headache and his Glass Eye finally stops rolling. Damned Thing is more trouble than it's worth He notices the crowd has ebbed, just a bit. The Cultists are broken. But he can't let go of the seething anger and memories of his own time with men such as these. He readies his crossbow and fires a bolt into one of the disoriented Cultists.
Rordan refocuses himself from the attack... In vain. He feels nauseous and is having trouble controlling himself. Suddenly, his stomach turning he looks towards the nearest wounded cultist. And a dark, forbidden, language stirs from his lips. Spell: Rordan casts his 0 level spell Harm.
Rordan focused his attention directly on the Sorcerer. Nothing else has worked this far, maybe at best I can turn his attention toward me... "Hey! You don't need that right?" Rordan focuses and points a finger directly towards the Sorcerer's Pipe. His glass eye squirms and rotates like an insect until a single red pinprick points out and a red dart of magical energy blasts out knocking Rordan's head back a bit.
Rordan trembles as the memories of his own experiences with these types of Cults comes crashing back to him. He is overwhelmed by the sensations and has trouble bringing himself back to the moment. Until the woman attacked The Hound. With a scream he stretches forth his hand and the power rushes out of him. Casting a Spell: Rordan casts Hateful Defecation at Medium Range against a "living creature with a physical body". Which as far as I'm aware the cultist woman still has, unlike her companion.
If she has less than 10 health she immediately dies, where we discussed how the spell looks.
Rordan leaves the group to deal with the remaining cultist. He warns the group. There are others... Many others deep below us. Stay cautious, they likely know we're here He skirts the edge of the room letting the 5 fleeing past him. And he searches for the way down. He keeps his crossbow ready.
Rordan runs forward and backs into a covered position against a wall peering into the farmhouse. Everyone has begun to attack the cultists but Rordan wants to make sure they are not missing something "I'm always missing something... Think, Rordan, think..." Rordan surveys the farmhouse:
Rordan uses his Sense Corruption ability. Those that are looking closely would see his Fake Eye twitch and move like a millipede stirring awake. As an action Rordan can detect the location of creatures with 1 corruption or more that is within Medium Range. If any such creatures are hidden from Rordan they are no longer hidden from him. To anyone not watching closely Rordan appears to hesitate and scan the battlefield.
Rordan has been silently following the group to this point. Everything came to a head so fast but there may not be a faster way of getting the information he needs. Even if it goes against every inch of training he'd received up until this point... Besides, what had he accomplished in the time he'd been researching this cult? And now just a few hours and he'd be storming their base. He whispers an ancient incantation. Dark ancient letters scrawl along his skin before locking into place and fading into his skin. Rordan readies his crossbow and prays it will be the only weapon he's forced to use this fight. Spells!: Rordan casts the 0th level spell Arcane Armor lasting for 4 hours. He will gain a +2 bonus to Defense for the duration as well as be immune to normal precipitation, light winds, and will not be discomforted by cold, nor heat. (Though it will still damage him)
Rordan looks toward Silas Honestly not much... Every lead I've had led to a dead end. I... uh... mostly came because I heard that guy would be here Rordan nods towards Hund I think we have history... Anyway. Apparently these guys are some sort of Drugs or Sex cult and I accepted the job to come out and see what's going on here.
Rordan realizes he's not about to rain on this reunion. And instead decides it might be a good opportunity to take a look around. Besides the... Devastation apparently caused by the Halfling? Is too much to pass up. He lightly maneuvers himself into a position to investigate what happened here. Perhaps there are some answers in the bloodshed.
S$$@... Nothing. Not a God's Damned thing. The hell's Rordan this is the one thing we've been training our whole life for and it's as if we've hit a wall. Defeatedly he speaks to whomever is closest enough to listen. What... Happened here?
Rordan shakes free of discomfort. He's not sure why but being so close to the Hound triggered a memory. Something deep something not forgotten but actively, willfully, ignored. He felt the familiar anxiety as though insects were swirling inside of him. He then realized he'd been standing stock still blankly staring at The Hound. Wait did that dog just say he smelt funny? He just said something to me didn't he... God's damn it! When will I get this under control? Thank you Silas it see- And they're gone. Rordan follows them to the burning building since this group seems to have it under control. He watches silently as the Halfling approaches the group. I am way out of my depth here. He says to himself.
Rordan approaches the cultist with the group. Hastened, a bit, by the shrinking window of time before the militia shows up. Considering The Hound's fervor for taking down these cultists he keeps his distance. He quickly tries to glean some information on the walk over from the man from the alley. Apologies for the stray arrow. I was trying to help, but today seems not to be going in my favor. I've been tracking this Cult for some time. But no one in this town seems to know much about them... Or even what they're about. Any ideas?
Rordan places his bow across his back and takes a deep breath. He steps out from his hiding hole to confront the, presumably, dangerous people from the alley. His hand are held up disarmingly toward the group. I am here to help, if I can. Though we seem to have company arriving. Rordan nods toward the fast-gathering Militia. Here's the thing though, I need to ask that guy a few questions. About The Adepts. Questions with answers we both may benefit from. Do you think, uh, your Hound would oblige?
Rordan finds it may be time to act. He maneuvers into a position where he can see into the alleyway while, hopefully, maintaining his distance. Rordan then nocks an arrow, takes aim, and fires at the closest of the two men. I swore an oath to help the Mechanical Hound the best I could... Better hope I'm doing the right thing here.
Rordan's shot goes wild. Well... Just gave away my position. Doesn't seem like a lot is going well for me today.
Rordan, unsure of the situation, moves in silently to get closer and observe.
Rordan exits The Frozen Sparrow following the crowd's suggestions. He does not rush, yet instead takes his time thinking about how he'll approach the creature. I'm not even sure what I'll say to The Hound. Will he even remember? I owe him my life. Hell, why was he there in the first place? ... And what does he know about the Cultists? Rordan passively walks through the town, he expected to find The Hound eventually, but didn't think it would be so soon. He doesn't pay active attention toward his surroundings until the smell of acrid smoke flares in his nostrils. That looks to be the direction of The Hound... This can't be good. He draws his bow and moves in.
Rordan immediately turns from the current patron he's speaking with, stopping him mid-sentence. He quickly approaches the boy. "Child, did you just say there was an Orc and a Metal Dog?" Realizing the absurdity of approaching a child this way he quickly reveals a symbol of The Order of Verity toward the boy and his father. Hopefully they don't recognize I'm no longer involved with The Order. Rordan steps toward the door. "Where were they last?" Moving Forward: If the child gives Rordan the information he will immediately begin moving toward the group. Unless someone tries to stop him.
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