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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2813464" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 11: Minetown (Continued)Tobias smirked.  His armor was drenched in the blood of foes—six, pointy-eared, stuck up Horadrel had accosted the Heroes and paid the price.  Culite scouts, each and every one, calling for the adventurers to surrender, firing their bows, and hiding beneath the moonlight and tree branches in fear.The paladin had no tolerance for the cowardly tactics.  Each and every one had died, falling to the Heroes, just as the entire Culite force would.  Righteousness would prevail.The party gathered near the southernmost building in Minetown—a home, it seemed.  From inside, bellows filled with pain and suffering resounded.  Tobias smirked.  Righteousness was about to prevail.“Do you think it’s locked?” Magnus questioned quietly.  “Doubt it,” Motega grunted.  “Tobias can break it down if it is.”“Alright, let’s go,” Tobias hissed.“Wait!” shouted Fitz.  The other three turned to glare at the priest but from the unpaused wailing, his voice hadn’t been heard.  The cleric dug through his sack, pulling out a long wand.  “Do you want to be healed during battle or not?” Fitz asked with a note of annoyance in his voice.  “Whenever you’re ready.”“Right.  Let’s go,” Tobias restated as he charged the door.  The door had not been locked—but the force of the paladin made sure it could never be again.  The old wood slammed open, spiraling off its hinges.Pivoting to the left, Tobias saw the biggest, ugliest beast he had ever seen.  His eyes quickly picked out two other Culites which he deemed as lesser threats.  The beast—the ogre—held a man down, bent over a table.  Its big, meaty fingers bruised the human’s flesh as its hairy, nude hips gyrated painfully against the victim’s bare buttocks.  The man—just a resident of Minetown—wept, screams and blood burst from his raw, wounded throat. Tobias screamed in rage; righteous fury fueled his arms.The other two Culites were completely surprised.  They fell from their chairs, one of Motega’s arrows embedded in each.The ogre shifted, withdrawing from inside the human.  His head pivoted around and his body tensed.  Tobias had caught him with his pants down.The steel greatsword cleaved downward, into the niche between the ogre’s neck and shoulder then down through its back.  The ogre’s eyes glazed over as the blade quickly changed position—and devoured the flesh in the opposite direction.The rapist fell forward as life fled its body, but not before the blade leapt hungrily into its back for a third time—piercing several organs before bursting through his chest.  The paladin screamed in fury and pulled back, allowing the corpse to kiss the ground.  He spun—and realized the party had already neutralized the other two Culites.  Tobias spit on the corpse.Still bent over the table, the human wept silently, his body trembling from shock.  Tobias looked to his companions—each looked away, ashamed at the sight.  The paladin grimaced as he ripped the clothing from one of the Culites.  He moved toward the human and laid the cloth over his nude body.“What’s your name?” Tobias asked.“N—N—Netto.”“It’s okay now, Netto.  You’re safe.”  Tobias patted his shoulder gently, careful to avoid the ogre’s bruises.  “How would you like to help serve justice to these fiends?”The man, Netto, swallowed and stifled his tears.  “How can I help?”</blockquote>

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