...The fight carried on.
We'd surprised the members of the cult by having Searos jump out and deliver a sound thumping on their leader. Dalhi let lose and arrow and the leader fell down unconcious, but still breathing.
Seeing the leader fall so easily we took heart and attacked the rest.
Having past experience with the gray robed, we focused on the red robed. Our warriors, Bruun, Old Mac, Skel and Sigorn all engaged. These men are monstrous powerful and they quickly dispatched the crimson robed. With each death an octomass surged out of the fallen's chest. This wouldn't be a problem except two of the masses attached themselves to the throat of Stostine's dog and to Kadelthin. For fear of hurting our friends we'll have to carefully kill those octomasses.
The gray robes began a dark and evil chant and from behind a tentacle appeared and whipped out and snatched Stostine in a strangling grip.
We'd lost Star to such a grip and so many went immediately to attack the tentacle, in the hopes of stunning it and dislodging Stostine. But it was to no avail. The slithering limb quickly healed from every slash it took.
Knowing the tentacle to be controlled by the cultists we knew they all had to die quickly.
Battlebeard knocked into one of the grays with both his shield and his weapon. Killing the first and knocking the dead body into a second. As a group, we were able to dispatched the last of them and deal with the following octomasses.
Stostine was freed. We'd killed ten cultists and not a single one of us had fallen during the fight.
But our relief was short lived.
Coming from the same tunnel was escorted a deep and dark thing. A monster of maybe twice the height of a man, a face like that of an owl's and the body of flailing tentacles. This spawn wasn't as big as the tentacles we have before faced, but it looked of the same ilk.
Accompanying it came a handful more crimson robed cultists and a few more cultists who still looked human.
Knowing we were set upon again, we all watched in amazement as Old Mac stabbed through the unconscious yellow robed cultist with his pitch fork then with a mighty surge of strength he lifted and threw the body thirty feet through the air. So powerful was the throw that in midair we saw the octomass spawn from it's chest and fall to the ground with a satisfying splat. The body fell upon the giant spawn beast, becoming impaled upon the owl beak.
With a bestial roar the monster opened it's mouth and the body ripped from the beak and fell to the floor.
Now with a short distance between us we all stand ready to fight for our lives.
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