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"The temple? You mean those cultists I keep hearing about?"

Fant makes a noise not unlike hmph. "Well, I could have guessed that," she jokes. She taps with a gauntleted hand against her mailed thigh, a gesture not unlike rubbing your chin when your hands are encased in steel. "Persephone, a priest I once worked with had a minor spell that could...

? By my timestamp, pictures went up at 4:12 EST 11/14, story went up at 4:08 11/17. This just me?

Fant stares at the layout. This is outside her area of expertise. "Any ideas? Persephone, Sir Ishmael, Nars?"

"All right," says Fant. Let's get moving. After she organizes the group in the same order as before, she has them pause for a moment, seeing if they can hear another surprise waiting for them at the stop of the stairs. Assuming they get no hints, they proceed.

Jerrick frowns dissaprovingly at Hedwan, and then glances over at Krog. "Don't worry, we'll get there. Finish your beer, Krog. In fact, here, have another," he hands the Half-orc his, and turns back to the bartender and shrugs. "Got to keep him busy. Anyway, I noticed that the Saint's house...

Already on edge, Octar only becomes more so when he sees the altars, and his eyes widen when he sees people being forced onto them. His jaw clenches in anger when he sees they are women. A plan begins to form in his mind, and he catches Tullius' eyes, glancing at him and then at the cultist's...

My bad. :o This is the second time you've had to tell me, too. :\ IC: Fant aids in the search, nodding in satisfaction at Nar's find. "Most interesting," she murmurs, and puts the pouches in her backpack. She heads of to the library and then the storage room, trying to find some sort of...

"Spread out and search for any hints as to what's going on, and any valuables Rilthorn might prefer saved." The last rings a little hollow, even to her. "Your maj- Perseph- Percy, you take the library, since you know most about this sort of thing. Nars, see what's behind those locks."

Troi:

Fant orders the group three abreast at the doorway- Herself, Nars, and Gorefoot in the front line, Ishmael, Rodimus, and Mourlas in the second, and Persephone bringing up the near. She gives Mourlas the go-ahead to open the door.

Jerrick raises his eyebrows, asking him to go on, be it the lead in for a joke or what.