"I guess we'll find out in a few moments." Darya answers, drawing her sword again.
Aberus looks embarrassed as he says, "Those of you who were still fighting probably didn't notice it, but that spell I cast as it stepped into the hallway was so loud I imagine everyone else up here did."
The halfling turns bright red at the attention. "Thanks, I'm OK, it didn't hit very hard, doesn't even hurt." she replies, standing and brushing herself off. "Did anything hear us?"
"Didn't hit very hard?! It bloody mauled you, and there's not a scratch on you! You've an oak's tenacity, Kelly!"
He listens to the conversation about the noise and nods.
"Odds are they're converging on this hallway now. Let's not give them any more ground to reclaim."
The elf nods in agreement.
Uriel moves to the direction that seems the most likely approach, and swings Radiance around a few times to stay loose and ready.
Sario follows behind the rest, her shield at the ready to intercept any attacks. "I wonder how many of them are up here?"
Darya advances at the ready.
Our foes here and in the World Wound are Legion the elf comments.
"Infinite," Arloric replies. "But they can only enter through one way. Closing that way changes that from 'infinite' to 'legion,' and legion is much more manageable. It means there can be an end to the fighting."
He sighs.
"It looks like we'll find out if that can happen, one way or another."
She nods.
Your characters prepare for the next group of enemies to arrive. Their breathing strong on their own ears, the muscles ready to jump at any threat...
Nothing happens for a dozen of seconds you feel like years...
... until Darya hears something.. behind her!
The last of the cultist in the room is destroying some of the papers in the room, to prevent you from getting hold of them!
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Darya torns to look over her shoulder, locking eyes with the surrendered cultist as he burns the papers, her eyes flaring with holy fire, her halo shimmering like molten gold. "Stop that at once and submit yourself to be tied up or I will remove your hands from your body!"
Her voice is steel, fresh off the forge.
I do like Rahathiel more than most of the other divine entities in Golarion
The cultists face turns ashen, and his arms extend towards the ceiling.
"I submit! I submit!"
The papers are still burning.
The elf will run up to try and put out the fire.
Alexa sighs and moves to scout out the rest of the floor, remaining in the shadows.
The cultist moves aside and lets Telerin Quenya put out the papers on fire, without helping her. Seems like Telerin will have it under control quickly enough.
---
Alexa Dorne moves a couple of steps ahead, trying to control her breathing, eyes, and ears open. She looks around the corner carefully...
And there she is. Alexa Dorne, with horns and fangs, covered in blood. Smiling savagely. Happy in her hatred and evilness.
Alexa blinks. The corridor is empty. There isn't any sound, except for her breathing.
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The rest of your characters, except Telerin Quenya and Darya Flamekissed, see Alexa Dorne peek around the corner and gasp. Her knees bend slightly.
Darya proceeds to tie the cultist's hands behind his back with a length of rope.
"What is it?" Sario whispers to Alexa as she lets out a gasp.
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Arloric follows, glaring at the cultist attempting to burn what could be valuable information, roughly tying them up while the others deal with the fire.
Uriel keeps one hand on Radiance, and his eyes on the cultist. His glare says "Do you feel lucky, punk? Do ya?"
“Alexa, are you OK?” Kelly asks, moving up behind her.
Alexa sucks in a breath of air and flattens herself against the wall. ...that's not going to happen to me. Never.
She screws her eyes shut, trying to chase that... image... of herself from her head.
“Alexa, are you OK?”
The aasimar opens her eyes and looks down at Kelly. "...I don't know." She finally admits.
"How good are you at staying quiet?" She asks. "I'd like some backup scouting this place."
Sario moves a bit to the north to help block whatever Alexa saw if it comes around the corner.
While she can, she will take a look at the papers that she saved.
They are in Abyssal, and seem to describe a plan to attack the Crusade. A trap.
Like there is going to be a massive trap for the crusade.
Here. Soon.
“I, um, actually I’ve never been very good at sneaking.” Kelly admits, “It’s probably something I should work on, it would be useful I think.”
She will relay this information to her group while she puts the paperwork away in a pouch.
"You should go with her Kelly, even though you've never practiced sneaking, I practically never hear you when you walk anyway. You're a natural." Darya points out.
"Certainly more graceful than I am."
The elf will cast resistance on the halfling.
+1 to saves for 1 min.
Alexa grits her teeth and resolutely stalks off to investigate where the peryton came from.
The room seems empty.
Bookshelves line the walls of this small library. Many of the tomes have been torn to shreds, and smoldering piles of ashes fill the room with an acrid stench. One small stack of books on a shelf seems to have escaped destruction.
Alexa will move to investigate the books.
Kelly hesitates briefly, then slips off after Alexa.
Arloric looks after Kelly and Alexa, waiting for them to return.