Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20160302032812/@comment-32663439-20160402021604

As they walked in, with Kraush in the lead, a cultist stepped into the hallway, in Kraush's way. "An intruder! Who dare enters the cul– aahhhrrrghhh..!" they were silenced by Kraush grabbing them by the throat. He slammed them into the wall, and then slammed them again.... and again, and again and again. His glare was intense, and the group could see his rage in his eyes as he slammed the cultist into a bloody pulp.

He dropped the bloodied cultist to the ground, his throat all but completely smashed. "That's who," he growled, clenching his gored gauntlet. He turned and walked into the cult proper, where there were more cultists, as well as skeletons and other undead, performing sacrilegious rites at an altar made of the skulls of man, elf, dwarf and beast. They seemed to be praying.

One noticed the group and turned, looking to them. "Vindicator! There are intruders!" he shouted out, catching the attention of the assembly of roughly two score Meyran worshippers.

They all turned to look at the group, readying spells and raising bones from the void.

A tall, thick-armored individual was at the altar. It looked to the group. "Who be ye Lotte, to intrude on Rytes most sacred to our Lorde Meyran of Undeathe?"