Adventure Thread

Tyrus grabs Llewellyn in an unearthly grip, straining against the warrior's bulk. But as he struggles, his eyes begin burning, the world becomes blurry, and his vision is lost. He releases Llewellyn and falls to the ground, where a bolt of magical energy, launched from Orm's fingertips, slams into his chest. Tyrus shakes as his final breath leaves his body.Nikkghak scurries to Hobb's side and plunges a well-placed spear between the cultist's ribs. He falls, Nikk's spear still attached to his body.Ivar's arrow speeds across the room and pierces the cloth at the shoulder of Moloch's chainmail armor. It embeds itself into his flesh, but the cult's evil apostle does not seem phased.The remaining cult acolytes spring into action after seeing their comrades mowed down. Red 3 runs to one of the villagers, pulls a knife, and threatens to plunge it into the villager's side. "Back off, or I'll kill him!" Red 4 darts forward, unsheathing his shortsword, and swings at Hobb. The attack swings wide, slicing over the halfling's head (sometimes there are benefits to being small).Moloch raises a gauntleted hand and speaks: "Ramlaat thirsts for your blood, witch!" Lillit begins to feel a powerful force pushing her body towards the river of blood. She leans forward and attempts to keep her footing.

Llewellyn bounds across the ritual chamber and slams into Red 3. He plunges his sword into the cultist's gut, and it exits through his back. He slumps to the ground before he is able to kill the villager. Villager 1, an older gentleman with a graying pate looks to Llewellyn with wide eyes. He releases his held breath. "Thank you!"

Hobb and Nikkghak pincher attack Red 4, and as his body is falling to the ground, a bolt of magical energy hits his body as well.

Lillit and Ivar both send able attacks at the master of the Red Hand. He absorbs the damage and keeps going.

From behind them, Orm, Ivar, and Lillit hear the sounds of footsteps. Two more red-robed cultists enter from the hallway. "Hey! It's the ones sent us to the kitchen." They unsheathe their short swords and attack.Red 5 and Red 6 swing opposite each other and cross swords as they attempt to attack their targets.Moloch strides forward and pulls his longsword from its sheath. The blade is wicked-looking, twisted, black, and impossibly sharp. "Must I always do things myself!" Moloch screams. He stabs Villager 3 through her heart, the blade peeking out of the front of her jerkin. He shudders and laughs with glee as the villager dies before him. He rips his blade from the villager, blood drips to the ground, and coalesces before him. "Ramlaat! Another sacrifice for you, my lord!" He looks towards the heavens and raises his sword above his head. "Bless me, lord of darkness and chaos, with thy power. DARKNESS FALLS!" And as Moloch screams, the ritual chamber shakes, and a foul wind bursts through the door behind the pulpit and rushes about the chamber and extinguishes Orm's lantern.