A phantasy script.

A Phantasy Script Part 30: The Temple of Cthulu

As the group keep on rising through the clouds, the sky suddenly changes colour until they are deep within water. Though they are able to breath. Looking at each other, the group see that all of them are present as Jokesum points towards a sunken ruin. Nodding in agreement, they all then swim and walk towards it. As they enter a stone piping of sorts, the group jump out of the water and breath a sigh of fresh air.

Jokesum: Wow! That's the reward?

Berd: Yeah, what gives?

Fylec looks around the new locations small corridor that they are in, carved figures and scenes of a battle are etched into each stone.

Fylec: This could be a temple.

General: So, we've skipped the mines and are now in the Temple? Hmm, I wonder if they have decent loot here!

Chanting, in another language, is heard far away from the group.

Jokesum: I don't know what language that is, but we should make sure not to trigger any traps on our way to find out.

The group, lead by Berd, creep down through the corridor as he checks out for any traps.

Berd: Alright fellas, seems quiet enough. Can't see any traps, I'll be honest.

Fylec: Wait, let me detect magic!

Grabbing Berd's tunic, Fylec then holds him back as he brings his staff forward ahead of his friend. A shining shimmer becomes emanated from the circular device upon the end as the spell is cast, though nothing is detected ahead of the group.

Berd: Satisfied, Fylec?

Fylec: Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I was just wondering if they had inscribed the walls with magic. Seems not so let's trek on.

Pushing forward, eventually the group make their way into what seems to be an alter and pews like a church area. Berd's squints as he scans the room, he sees that there seems to be some kind of four foot tall fish people in robes chanting and praying towards a giant seven foot tall lobster that is also chanting.

Berd: (whispering) Hey, fellas. We have some kind of cult here!

Fylec: (whispering) Like, worshiping that giant creature?

Berd: (whispering) Seems it.

The Hunter's Guild all hide behind the last pew row, peering at the odd cult and their chanting.

Jokesum: (whispering) Alright, so they're not causing us any troubles. Why did we get sent here?

General: (whispering) You have a point there, why would Alpha, Omega and Beta have set up this elaborate transportation?

Fylec: (whispering) Guys, we're not the only ones that have come down here!

As he points to the groups right, they all see another group of adventurers have entered the area. Five in total; a male human pirate, a male half-orc, a female elf, a female tiefling and a male dragon-born. Watching the new group skirt around the church-type area, the Hunter's Guild group then push forward while still watching the new group and hiding behind the pews.

Berd: (whispering) The heck are these...people?

Fylec: (whispering) Perhaps they actually had a quest here, you know after doing a prelude quest before this.

General: (whispering) It looks like they don't know what they are really doing. Mind you, we've not been told what to do.

Jokesum: (whispering) Guys, they're now fighting the big lobster-looking thing!

It seems, to the Hunter's Guild, that this new group have seen battles and fights before as they are attacking this seven foot tall beastly lobster. The fight is over quicker than they had realized as the group then see these five people speak to the fish people, who in turn are have stopped their chanting and are now bowing to these other people.

Berd: Wait, is that how fast we fought Madam Heathcliff?

Fylec: And why are the fish people now bowing to them? Wouldn't they be pissed?

General: And now their leaving? Wait! There are banners up of a new...god? And now the tiefling is being bowed to like a queen?

Jokesum: Okay, I'm sick of this! I know, I really shouldn't but I'm going to show them up!

Getting up from behind the third to last row pews, Jokesum enrages as his Dark Lord speaks to him abruptly.

Dark Lord: Cthulu will lose! I am the true Dark Lord!

His eyes darkening, Jokesum brings his rod forwards as he lets out an Eldritch Blast just to the side of the female Tiefling. Noticing the blast, she evades and shoots one back at Jokesum.

Dark Lord: Drain the power! Get hit by the blast, I will give you my power to absorb the damage!

Jokesum sniggers as he stands like a starfish preparing to get hit, though just before he does General Mood lifts him out of the way and blocks the Eldritch Blast with his shield.

General: Jokesum! What the actual *beep* are you doing, you could have died!

Jokesum: Obeying my Dark Lord! I'm pissed at these adventurers for stealing our right to be...wait! What am I saying? I'm sorry, the feck! Damn this Dark Lord, you almost killed me!

All that Jokesum hears after he has spoken is a very evil chuckle as the Dark Lord does not answer him but seemingly is pleased that the anger almost took over Jokesum.

General: Now we're all in trouble for that mistake! Berd, suppressing fire! Fylec, fry those two! Jokesum, get your *beep* together! You've now caused a fight, fighting to the death is the only option now!

A battle between the five others and the four Hunter's Guild members begins, as General Mood has said. Though they are not the bad guys, due to Jokesum's actions, the team are being fought from all sides. With the Human pirate Rouge trying to stab Berd with his rapier, while he is dodging their attacks as he bashes the Elf druid with his bow stopping her from hitting himself with a well-placed arrow or two. Fylec casts a forward technique of freezing path, while the Half-Orc Bard slips trying to summon thunder cube but fails. As the Dragon-born Paladin strikes at General Mood's mighty shield with his flail, Jokesum leaps over them both using General Mood's back as a spring board while he casts another Eldritch Blast at the female Teifling. There is a sudden earthquake that rumbles the entire Temple church, as a low whale-like groan is heard the fish people seem to look worried as the tiefling female becomes distracted by this for some reason and gets hit slightly from Jokesum's attack. Another low roar is heard and a giant tentacle hits its way through the left stone wall as the female tiefling lays on the ground hurt badly. Suddenly, the Dragon-Born male holds his hands up and speaks to General Mood.

Egbert the Dragon-born Paladin: Alright, stop!

It seems like the word "stop", that the Paladin has said, Egbert to his friends, caused General Mood to literally stop what he is doing entirely. Hearing the Paladin shout, the rest of the Hunter's Guild look in Mood's direction.

Dob the half-orc Bard: Egbert, what are we doing? I wasn't told the plan!

Merilwen the wood Elf Druid: We're fighting these guys, Dob! They attacked us first!

Corazon the human pirate Rouge: Well, I mean, they attacked Prudence first. Not all of us, can't say that I blame them really. Those bloody horns make her look evil.

Egbert: Corazon, what the actual hell?!?

Corazon: What? Oh, because it was the tiefling that attack our tiefling? Or because I'm being slightly racist?

Merilwen: Probably both, you idiot!