OOC: Guys would you prefer me using the dice roller or do you not mind the mystery of my rolls literally behind a screen?
The cultist manages to position the hostage in the way at just the right moment. The female collapses into a bundle by your feet...the pickaxe buried in it's stomach is a clue to the cause of this. The cultist in clear panic lashes out with its short blade at the priestess.
OOC: Does a 12 hit your AC?
The other cultist in the entrance way laughs maniacly before drawing a dagger and lobbing it into the fray of your kin. It howls with success as the dagger bites into the shoulder of a male, who still stands.
Your kin spread out like a swarm of rats, stabbing at the throats and chests of the unconcious enemies. Many of these foes give a death rattle before leaving this plane. The problem comes when the Bugbear is stabbed and immediately rise to its knees, the shiv still buried to the hilt in it's gut.
The magic and dagger slinging goblin collapses under a flurry of blows from the two of your kin not slitting throats.
Wailing, wailing fills the chamber as a creature rises from amongst the furs. Where your matron was covered in blanched red skin now odd and strange limbs emerge.
"My children, give over to the true gods, the saviour of goblinkind! Drink deep from the lake! Relieve your souls the burden of this plane!"
OOC: Ok as ever we have iniative order starting again. Griz you're up, right now all your kin have swarmed ahead of you. Your clan leader/priestess is behind you, damn near cackling.
