The Delta

[Justine-Juliette de Vair]

Justine took a step back as the corpse of the man tumbled to the bottom of the stairs. She could barely make out Kjell at the top of them, but shrugged as she turned to Nigel. “Below!” She shouted, loud enough for Kjell to hear above (she hoped) and let Nigel take the lead as they went down the stairs.

[Ceutinde]

Ceutinde took a few steps back, doing her best to keep Herneiros and Silvia between her and the mass of monsters. At least everyone seemed to be holding up all right. She flung another bolt at one of them, hoping it was more effective than the last one.

[The Forgotten God]

Outside:

Herneiros channels the power of a thousand years of knowledge and a civilization‘s desire for revenge, and the gathering Mist in a large chunk of the town recoils as though swept by a hurricane, leaving the boglops unable to flee dissipating into useless mush not unlike tapioca. Ceutinde’s final bolt goes right into one of their nasty eyeholes and out the back of its head.

Silvia reloads as she walks and she sees a few men and women in dark clothing moving upriver towards the temple. Clearly their efforts to delay the adventuring party had failed. Tehol and his hydra stalk through the small towns eastern side and make short work of the few boglops remaining in that section.

[The Forgotten God]

Tavern:

Nigel and Justine head downstairs. A strange little green stone is sitting on a table emitting the weird greenish light they had seen originally and spewing out Mist that Herneiros’s spell continuously destroys.

[Justine-Juliette de Vair]

Justine wrapped her hand thickly in some fabric and moved to pick it up.

[Nigel Thornheart]

Nigel knocks the fabric covered baleful stone to the ground and attempts to stomp on it with his ensorcelled armored boots like the groom at a Jewish wedding.

[Ceutinde]

Ceutinde stared down at the finger the bolt had come out of. That was the first thing larger and (arguably) smarter than a rat that she'd ever killed. This would require some meditation, later. She approached the door that Nigel had burst through and stuck her head in. "Everyone all right?"

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

Herneiros kept his bow ready in preparation for mortal mischief. He declared loudly, "The gods are fickle, so the spell is temporary. We should gather our comrades while we can."

[Silvia Raizer]

Silvia hurried towards Herneiros. His magic had surprised her and she had felt a little bit sick when the boglops disintegrated, until she reminded herself that it was battle and they were fair game against any weapon, whether it was steel or sorcery.

"I'm with you, wild man. There's some people about, though, so we'd best keep our eyes out in case they attempt to give us trouble. That spell of yours is damned. But where did Thornheart go? And Justine?"

[The Forgotten God]

Nigel stomps on the rock with extreme force. The jewel bursts and explodes with repressed magical energy.

Nigel suffers 8 damage
Justine suffers 13 damage

The two adventurers are each blown backwards about fifteen feet.

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

Unable to detect any more creatures or people in need of killing, Kjell went down the stairs and unceremoniously turned the mangled corpse at the bottom over with the toe of her boot, trying to see whether the goon had anything distinguishable on him.

She looked up at the call and gave the room a once over. “Think we’re good,” she replied, a second before the explosion from below. “Nevermind,” she added.

[The Forgotten God]

Kjell pokes the blood stained body and saw he had a grey cloak like Archelaus had worn on Asanar. His weapons aren’t exceptionally well made and he has a small purse tied to his belt.

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

She picked up the pouch while stepping over the body - already killed him, might as well rob his ass - and went over to the basement door to investigate the explosion. “Everyone alive down there?” she called.

[Justine-Juliette de Vair]

Justine sat up, still feeling dizzy from being knocked against a wall. She turned to Nigel angrily and shouted, a bit too loud because of the ringing in her ears, “What the actual fuck!?”

[Nigel Thornheart]

“That...was...legendary...” Nigel groaned, from his prone position, pulling himself up so his back was against the wall, as he took a momentary breather. He slowly pulled himself to his feet and offered Justine a hand to help her up. “The books don’t tell you about all the unsexy bruises and bumps of the adventurer’s lifestyle...and the tinnitus...there’s a lot of tinnitus.”