Uriel plunges his sword into another of the downed mongrels.
Alexa storms up to the awake one and punches at its throat.
Arloric resists the urge to shout in triumph or anger. This was the time for subtlety. To be the fox in the brush, not the rampant bear.
Aberus kept his scimitar at the ready, attention split between the doors at behind them.
"I'll call out if someone tries coming through these doors."
Ithilwen suddenly lashes out at the last one with her scorpion whip.
The surviving mongrelman, disoriented from Alexa's throat punch, struggles to swing at her, making an odd choaking, moaning noise.
...the rogue just barely dodges the club as it whizzes by!
Aberus keeps a close watch on the door behind the team as everyone forms up to club the mongrelman into the ground.
Arloric wastes no time advancing and taking a swing at the last mongrelman standing.
;
Arloric hits the same mongrelman, who now has an ugly bleeding wound in his... is it a carapace?
Uriel adjusts his position and swats the mongrelman again.
The blow runs the mongrelman through, and he collapses before he has a chance to swing his club again or yell for help.
With the guards eliminated, you send notice to your allies down the hallway about your situation. It's up to you to decide whether to go after Hosillah and finish this pocket of cultists, or try to sneak back to Neattholm and leave this business behind you!
Aberus watched Ithilwen disappear into the darkness, then said, quietly, "We should move these bodies so they aren't in view from the door. Just in case."
Cleaning the blood from his blade, Uriel nods. "We should finish the rest of these evildoers quickly, but hiding the bodies might help us catch them unawares as well."
Arloric nods.
"Do we have a shovel to return them to the earth?"
"Even if we did, now would be a bad time. Uriel, any suggestions on how to proceed from here?"
"We are already under the earth, are we not? Drag them out of view, and let's find their leaders."
Arloric nods.
"True."
He assists Uriel in moving the bodies out of sight. While they do so, he whispers to the others.
"When we finish this, I say we take the fight to Hosila. Chop off the head and the beast will die."
"Indeed. Let's go."
Uriel nods grimly.
You move through the complex unhindered, passing through the living room to the common room, climbing down to the level below with the lower guard post, and entering the meeting hall. Two mongrelfolk loiter about in the meeting area, chatting about various ideas that they have for what they will do when Neattholm falls, but the fall silent as you arrive. Nobody makes a move to stop you - your guise hasn't been penetrated yet.
"Lead the way, Dorne," Arloric says quietly.
Alexa sidles up next to Hosilla's door and tries to stay concealed.
Moving with surprising stealth, considering his armor and drawn blade, Uriel slides into place across the doorway from the other Aasimar, nodding his readiness to her.
Not particularly stealthy even at the best of times, Aberus backed up against the cavern wall several paces behind Uriel.
Arloric sticks with Aberus, not really much better at sneaking.
Alexa reaches out from the shadows and knocks on the door.
"I AM NOT TO BE DISTURBED" issues out from the other side of the door in Hosilla's annoyed voice.
Alexa knocks on the door again, more insistently this time.
Hosilla's angry tiefling associate opens the door and glares out and says flatly, "WHAT."
Init.
Hosilla's tiefling minion seems startled, but Hosilla is not. Her eyes narrow and as you're preparing for a shaking she shouts, "Treachery!"
The evil inquisitor makes a quick mystic gesture and sneers.
Alexa's mailed fist lashes out, aimed at the tiefling's throat!
Arloric rushes forth and launches a spear at the tiefling at the door.
"Your servants are not here to defend you, Hosilla! Neatholm sends its regards! KARANGA WHATITIRI!"
"Your servants are not here to defend you, Hosilla! Neatholm sends its regards!"
...dammit, I wanted to use that line!
Alexa's punch glances off the tiefling's leather gorget. While he's clearly startled, she just barely manages to misjudge the strike.
Arloric, on the other hand, hurls his spear with deadly accuracy and the tiefling staggers with a startled cry as the weapon lodges in his leg.
Arloric crows as his spear strikes true!
spellcraft
She has called upon her faith to shield her from our attacks. uses her protective ward ability.
+1 AC to those within 10 ft of her for 2 rounds.
The tiefling, surprised by the commotion, yowls and lashes out at Alexa.
He manages to give her a nasty gouge!
Uriel makes a two-handed slash at the tiefling.
Uriel's attack goes over the tiefling's head as the foe ducks and takes a moment to pull Arloric's spear out of his leg.