The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Andraste Liadon: L

Winged Revenge: L

"Hello non-believer!" The girly half elf screamed as he hurled his trident through the busted down door. Andraste swung her own greatsword down on the gnome as they burst into the room. Skeemo was sitting in his chair, a look of shock overcoming him as Andraste brought her blade down. 'Crap.' She thought the gnome swung his head out of the way, the blade just barely missing him.

"Ugh!" Skeemo groaned when Markos's trident slashed across his chest leaving a nasty wound. Did the half-elf sharpen its sides? She pushed that question away for another time right now they had this Zhentarim scum to deal with. "What th-" Andraste watched the door in front of her, behind Skeemo break inward splintering hard oak across the room like a hailstorm.

"Surprise little bitch!" Herod dove from the left while Adleth vaulted over him; two short swords impacted Skeemo's legs before he could even move. "Ventri Vuli" A force slammed into the small guy sending him back into his wall the hits just kept coming.

"Agh!" Skeemo sounded slightly pathetic at this point Andraste felt a tinge of sympathy for him, the type of sympathy you felt when you saw someone completely and hopelessly outclassed. "I swea-" Skeemo jumped to his feet yet a ray of black energy slammed into him Andraste turned her head; Riu's eyes blazed in anger her finger was outstretched like that of a pointing sign casting Selune knows what spell. The girl who had just looked happy, pleasant and kind. Had an expression more akin to a demon out for revenge.

"Markos, grab him!" Asher yelled, the commotion was loud, son of a bitch it was loud she noted, this was surely going to attract some guards, some people. Hell, where was Alekzander? Was he trying to watch out for the guards?

"Da Hur Ctugraha!"

Andraste felt as if her skin was crawling. The words spoken by Markos were.. Unnatural sickening.. Not to mention otherworldly she had never heard any beings besides mind flayers speak like that. She was unsure what to make of it yet she knew it creeped her out. What was more creepy however was what came next. Under Skeemo she saw the same type of portal she had witnessed outside tear open. It sounded like someone had ripped a tree in half unnatural and wrong. A yellow portal took the place of the ground while a fifteen foot tentacle shot out from it the purple writhing squid like mass grabbed Skeemo by the legs before snaking its way up him entwining the gnome in a seafood prison.

"What... the.." She felt a little of her soul leave her. Skeemo began trying to scream over and over yet as the tentacle wrapped around him faster and faster his voice became muffled and silent.

"Alright." Markos announced happily. "Stab him in the balls." The entire party rushed forward. To call it sad would be an understatement whatever Markos was using held the gnome in place while he screamed underneath. Andraste swung her greatsword into the mass of tentacles catching a bit of Skeemo's exposed chest. Three spells were fired while Riu screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You stupid ugly son of a bitch!" Riu was simultaneously firing spells from what looked like her chest so she could swing her mace into the gnome all the while she kept kicking him for good measure. "Magicae cornu telum!"

"I'm.. I'm not.." Asher muttered, she couldn't agree more. The hell were they supposed to do while a crazy man, a warlock, an elf, and a blood thirsty cleric wailed on a guy.

"Lanuae.. Mag.." Skeemo continued to mutter words under the tentacle's grasp. 'Wait..' Andraste tried to rush over and grab him crap crap crap. "Magicae gradus.." The tentacles tightened yet they held nothing. Skeemo's body collapsed until it was not even there. Andraste felt her hands catch empty air, floating away from the tentacles she could see a fine powdered mist surging just until it reached the door rematerializing. Andraste pivoted watching the bloodied and pissed face of Skeemo Weirdbottle staring back at her.