Tales of the Old World 27

<Tales_GM>  The year is 2512 on the Imperial Calendar...
<Tales_GM> By entering the cellar, you can see the stone-lined room is a temple of some kind. A large octagram is painted on the floor in dark-blue paint and a silver candlestick bearing an unlit black candle is positioned at each point. An engraved circle of copper, about three inches thick and 15ft in diameter, lies inside the octagram.
<Tales_GM> In the center of this inner ring, a seven-pointed star with a beast's head is drawn with dark chalk. On closer look, the words "Ordo Septenarius" is written. The beat's head is partly obscured by a large, dark wet stain not unlike the splatter you've already seen by the door.
<Tales_GM> An iron cabinet stands against the back wall and a small pool of the same dark liquid has collected on the floor in front of it.
<Thorek> "Oi, elgi, grab that kerchief in the corner if you don't mind." Thorek sways a bit.
* Far_Foririan looks around noticing something off in the far corner, he notices a silk handkerchief and makes his way over to it making sure to not step in the octagram making sure to shuffle around it. He then takes a look at the Handkerchief and see the letters F.S.
<Far_Foririan> "Not sure but there are some letters on this thing, looks like some sort of initials, F.S."
<Tales_GM> A foul smell fills your nostrils, as you notice a stream of thick smoke flecked with blue and pink suddenly begin to issue from the center of the octogram.
<Tales_GM> The smoke rapidly coalesces into a horned, fang-filled creature with multiple glowing eyes, four beclawed arms, and multiple lash-like tongues. The entity howls as it manifests from the cloud, and magical energies whip out in all directions, lighting the room in blue and pink coruscating light.
<Tales_GM> It gibbers, hisses, and roars, as pink energies run along the length of its disturbing body as new eyes, mouths, and tentacles sprout and disappear on its head.
<Thorek> "Valaya preserve me." Thorek slurs, he was not drunk enough for this.
<Roderick> "Steel your nerves. Sigmar is with us! We will return this beast to the fiery depths from whence it came!"
<Tales_GM> The beast's foul speech is, in some twisted way, understood by all of you.
* Seig staggers and lets out a quiet whimper.
<Tales_GM> "You, lost, delicate souls... you stumble into what you do not know. So I said to the pitiful green one, so it died... Heed the warning, leave this place... ignore the warning, and face me in triplicate..."
* Far_Foririan staggers back a bit at the creatures sound.
<Seig> "Can we really take that thing?"
<Roderick> "Whether you stand alone or summon more of your ilk you will fall today demon!"
* Afrock starts breathing heavily.
<Tales_GM> In a fraction of a second, the creature's eyes all migrate to focus on Roderick, as though seeing intentions not yet acted upon. Without hesitation, it lunges with its claws.
* Roderick deflects the blow with his shield and a curse.
<Roderick> "Damned beast!"
* Shivva walks up to the Devil and stabs the needle into the creature's head.
<Tales_GM> The strike deforms its lower left jaw, yet the thick, flecked, smoke swirls until its features are reformed.
* Far_Foririan draws out his Grimoire and begins to Channel magic to cast one of his spells in the book, as he does so there is a surge in magic into him but he is able to control it from lashing out as he prepares his spell
* Roderick presses the pistol against the demon's skull and with a roar the lead ball flies forth.
<Tales_GM> The flash illuminates the point of impact, yes as your eyes adjust, you see that the projectile's path has been undisturbed as though passing through gas.
<Roderick> "Foul sorcery!"
* Afrock mumbles incoherently
* Afrock claps at the the witch hunter loudly and points at the copper circle.
* Thorek sways a bit, looking at the ludicrous scene of fighting this creature...probably a daemon if we're being honest. He shrugs and sways again as he moves to the lower left corner, and pulls out his lasso, whipping it around to gain some momentum. He sticks out his tongue as he starts trying to aim at the thing.
<Tales_GM> Kruger begins a prayer, yet the daemonic manifestation before him steals his focus away from the incantation.
<Tales_GM> Your gods have abandoned you, a hunter weak of conviction...
<Tales_GM> The daemon's whispers become ethereal as it strikes Roderick... Sigmar yet favors his son; the shield rises with perfect precision denying the vile manifestation's deadly will.
<Roderick> "Sigmar is with me! It is your foul masters that run in fear, hell spawn!"
* Shivva pulls out his crowbar and takes a swing at the daemon. He misses and hits his shin. He screams "FECK!"
<Far_Foririan> "Eyes Closed!" right before casting the spell.
* Shivva has his eyes closed and screams "RANALD WHY?"
* Thorek closes his eyes, not sure why he's doing it. Must be the drink, his eyes did need a bit of a rest, straining as they were to aim at the daemon.
* Afrock closes his eyes.
* Roderick raises his shield to block line of sight to the wizard, unsure of what sorcery is about to be unleashed.
* Far_Foririan then cast the spell emitting a blinding light.
<Tales_GM> Far'Forian says the words, and manifests a light brighter than the summer sun. The daemon shuts its eyes, yet the magical light's radiance sears the daemon's back; it's many voices growling, hissing, and grunting a curse.
<Roderick> "It is weakening men! Do not let it gain an upper hand or the foul beast may regain it's strength! Press our advantage and embrace your faith! We will overcome this beast and the powers of it's dark masters that shield it from harm!"
* Roderick holds his ground against the beast, shield raised.
* Afrock get's angry and charges the creature for the killing blow.
<Tales_GM> The creature's form disintegrates, turning into smoke that then dissipates into nothing; banished.
* Roderick nods. "Well done! Now let us find the source of this foul heresy."
* Afrock settles down from his rage.
* Seig manages to calm down a little. "Frak me, I was not ready for a second one of those."
<Tales_GM> "Sigmar preserves us, for our cause is just," Kruger says.
* Thorek stops twirling his lasso and grunts in disappointment. "Cousin, you live up to your name...didn't even get a chance to do anything." He puts his lasso away and sways some more before he moves closer to the pentagram, he leans forward and examines the copper on the floor.
* Far_Foririan begins channeling magic as he takes off his armor, glowing light surrounds him as he begins to heal some of his wounds.
* Shivva is limping along and says "This was some bull. The sewer trip was just me getting punished."
<Thorek> "We rid....this place of a foul spawn of sorcery-" he stops before letting out a loud belch.
* Seig while all the magical bumbling is going on, begins examining the cabinet.
<Seig> "Forian, think you can get this open?"
* Far_Foririan begins to channel some more magic to help heal Shivva but as he begins to channel again he suddenly feels the magic drain from him as he slumps over a bit exhausted.
<Far_Foririan> "I don't think so, I was trying to cast my Healing spell for Shiva but it seems my magic is gone and I don't think I will be able to for now."
<Seig> "Hmm, I'm planning to learn lock-picking but I've not had time to get the tools yet, hopefully you feel better soon."
<Shivva> "It's Shivva, pointy ears."
<Far_Foririan> "Eh."
<Shivva> "I think I have a lockpick somewhere in my bag."
<Roderick> "We should also investigate the area around the handkerchief. Either the owner was eaten more completely than the goblin or there is another way out. The door to this room was barred from inside."
* Far_Foririan grabs his leather armor and begins to put it back on. "Going to need to invest into some robes when I get a chance."
* Afrock taps Shivva, points at his crowbar, and makes a pulling motion and points to himself.
* Shivva says "This?" and gives Afrock his crowbar.
* Afrock nods and prepares to break the door.
* Thorek moves over to the corner where the kerchief was, following Roderick's direction. He gives it his best go, but perhaps his ale goggles are worse now that the fight is over. He notices nothing of the sort.
* Shivva assists Afrock with door
<Thorek> "Lots of stone in this corner, dawri."
* Afrock is unable to break open the door.
* Far_Foririan begins looking around the room seeing everything he has seen before as he watches them fail to open the door.
<Seig> "Think you'll feel better soon Far?"
<Thorek> "Umgak magic."
<Far_Foririan> "Not sure, we could wait a bit to see but I am unsure when I will fill better for trying to cast."
* Afrock manages to pry open the door with Sieg and Roderick's help.
<Far_Foririan> "Well, guess we don't have to wait then."
<Tales_GM> Prying the doors open, you are able to look inside the cabinet. There, you find a bloodstained sacrificial knife lying on a silver tray, and a scroll.
<Far_Foririan> "Good job Afrock."
* Afrock grunts.
* Afrock backs away from the cabinet and hands back the crowbar to Shivva.
<Shivva> "Thank ya."
<Roderick> "Ritual implements by the look. Far, investigate that scroll and be careful. It may be infested with foul magic."
<Tales_GM> "Vile sorcery..." Kruger says upon seeing the instruments of heresy.
* Far_Foririan starts looking and poking the scroll, he then picks it up, not opening it up as he rotates it to see if there is anything on the outside. "Seems like a ordinary scroll, not feeling anything off about it so far."
<Thorek> "Gonna read it, wizard?" Thorek cackles before almost falling over as he sways again.
<Roderick> "It may contain valuable information for who is the architect of this foul ritual."
* Far_Foririan begins to open the scroll slowly.
* Afrock backs away from Far.
<Thorek> [Khazalid] "Funny how the witch hunter doesn't investigate the scroll that might be involved in witchery." He cackles again.
* Afrock chuckles quietly.
* Far_Foririan stops unraveling it after noticing some things written on it, "Seems to be some sort of spell."
<Tales_GM> "Do not take so lightly the heresy before you, Thorek," Kruger says, scoldingly.
<Roderick> "Perhaps it was the spell used in the ritual." Roderick gestures at the pentacle.
<Roderick> "I asked you to inspect it Far given you have more knowledge of such things."
<Thorek> "Oi that reminds me, priest, we need to have a talk about....sensitive dwarvish traditions involving magic." Thorek sways again before belching.
<Seig> "Open the damn scroll"
* Far_Foririan takes a gulp and begins to open it more.
* Far_Foririan then lets the scroll open fully.
* Far_Foririan looks it over and realizes what this is, after reading it he then rolls it back up, "Well then, its a Lesser Daemon Summoning spell."
<Tales_GM> Kruger visibly cringes at that.
<Thorek> "Best burn that, elgi."
<Roderick> "Hold."
<Tales_GM> "Sigmar preserve us, guide us, shine your light..." Kruger trails off mouthing a prayer.
<Thorek> "Are you mad, Roderick?"
<Far_Foririan> "I agree it should be destroyed."
<Roderick> "This is evidence. We will burn it, but this is needed for proof of what happened here. Something is happening in Bogenhafen. The handkerchief, the ritual circle and the scroll all point to a larger game at work here."
* Afrock nods.
* Thorek grumbles, and then hiccups and belches again. "Guess we should bring the bones of tha goblin as well."
<Far_Foririan> "Guessing you wish for me to safe guard the scroll then?"
<Roderick> "That is correct Thorek, I appreciate you volunteering."
* Afrock grabs the remains.
<Thorek> "Seems Afrock beat me to it."
<Roderick> "Pass it to me. Most men have certain opinions of elves. You having that scroll on your person would only hurt I think."
* Far_Foririan makes sure the scroll is rolled up nicely and hands it over to Roderick.
* Roderick nods and tucks the scroll into his pouch.
<Roderick> "We should also collect the instruments of the ritual."
* Afrock shrugs.
* Seig writes down a description of the layout of the ritual in his journal.
<Roderick> "Destroy what is left, such that it will take the conjurer time to redo his work. We shall have the Magistrate send men below and properly dismantle this place."
* Afrock begins the dismantling process happily.