S2E2- Pee Boner

Korgoth- For the first time in as many days as you can count (18), you hesitate in the face of fear. For but a moment, your great sword feels heavy in your arms, and your heart wavers. As the party moves forward into the dark hall, J Dubbs having alerted you to a single voice ahead, you wonder what makes these cultists so zealous, so fearless. What god is worth dying for? As you ponder on this, Finn taps on your shoulder, upon which he sits, urging you forward. You gather your resolve, and shake what's left of this feeling from your bones. It's time to move forward, to give these cultists the death they so eagerly rush towards. Plus, it stinks in here.

Mark- "You think this is where you belong?" The voices have been more frequent since last night, always changing. This one is female, powerful and ageless. "Soon, you will have no choice but to accept my terms." As the cultists life leaves its body, and falls to the ground, the voice lingers. "Others will try to tempt you. Do not stray, my child." Irus gives you an assuring glance as he rounds the corner, magic already coursing at his fingertips as the sounds of battle ring out back the way you came. Others?

Finn- "You filthy cheater!", Meadak roars as he slams down his cards. He stands up, dagger in hand, his Goliath blood running red hot as he flips the table. He towers over you, over 7 feet tall, teeth bared menacingly as he approaches. You reach for your own weapon, just as his companions grab him back. "No way, Medak" the human female says, almost teasingly. "I watched the whole thing. You should have quit when you had the chance." Meadak sheathes his dagger, his rage turning to regret. "My wife is going to KILL me when she finds out I lost one of the puppies to this...this...what even ARE you?" Before you can answer, you are shaken awake by Mark, who has a look of annoyance clearly painted on his face. You look where he is pointing, and see that Buford has made himself comfortable on Mark's robes again, bits of drool soaking into the worn fabric, a bit of dried meat half hanging out of his mouth. Another set of rations coming out of your cut, you think to yourself, as you pat your animal companion on the head.

Irus- You hit the altar hard, a bit too hard as you careen over it, landing prone next to a pile of bones and ash. Above you lies a giant mask carved in the likeness of Myrkul. For a moment, the sounds of battle leave. You stand and you find yourself alone with the mask. The mask has not changed, yet you feel something sinister about it as it stares back at you. Before you can move, black snakes erupt from the eye sockets, lashing out at you. Your sword arm flashes, and each snake drops dead to the floor. As each snake is destroyed, another pushes its way from past the first, almost without limit. Suddenly, the mask itself falls, and you see the face of your true enemy. As you ready your spell, you feel the strands of fate pull you towards J Dubbs, as he falls to the floor, flesh seared from the mage's latest attack. The vision fades, the room reveals itself again, and you throw yourself back into battle. Myrkul will get his debt soon enough.

J Dubbs- The last of the customers leave, and Friga turns her sign and locks the door. She glances at you for a moment, beckoning you to follow. The flip of a switch under her counter, and the glass showcase in the back of the store opens, revealing a hidden doorway. You follow her into dark room, the light slowly intensifying as the torches sputter to life in their sconces, almost with a mind of their own. "Winston said you'd be coming around. It's good to see you again." She moves to the center of the room, walking past cases of custom crossbows, daggers, scroll cases, and ammo in all shapes and sizes. "I hope you find the color pallet to your liking." Adorning the dress form is a set of studded leather armor, jet black with hints of red. She helps you don it, and takes a step back to admire the view. "I will send the rest to your room". You place a few platinum coins on the counter. As you turn to leave, Friga calls out. "Oh, and J Dubbs? Do enjoy your party".