As the congregation of innocent citizens departed, along with Woe's contingent of soldiers, and the priests... that left Balthazar in the partially barricaded nave with seventeen soldiers ready to follow his lead.
A handful of the soldiers gathered in a circle, and prepared their powdered doses of the Wildfire drug. They paused though, and looked right at Balthazar, as if in expectation for the captain to either approve the ingestion of the assumed stimulant or not.
Balthazar had about ten bits to prepare his soldiers however he liked, whether that was encouraging them to take the drug now or later or never. As well as where in the nave they would settle. Only a few of the runic traps had been left behind by Woe, but Balthazar knew where they were.
By the tenth bit, everyone except Balthazar Black and his 17 Soldiers had retreated into the basement...
...and one of the windows smashed apart. An entire branch from a tree flew through the stained glass, in complete shatter of the entire thing. The piece of wood hit one of the stone benches and sent the barricade in a slump of disrupted stone.
The dual doors where Balthazar had let the bloodhound in, shook with sudden force launched against it. Another slam of the polished stone and metal, and it threatened with a squeak. Beyond, the screech of Creepborne sounded. A loud explosion occurred somewhere nearby, from what sounded like part of a building falling to the street. Smoke had started to seep into the church, from a fire burning outside. No longer muffled by the windows, there was some shouting that rose up from the nearby neighborhood.
Another forceful shove against the dual doors. The stone arch cracked, as the frame gave way from vines that curled inward. In creation of space, the vines forced the stone to crumble as thicker appendages slid through. The Creep had entered the nave, and started to spread in every direction along the walls with thorny brambles and thick, hostile vines. The door crumbled apart, no longer held up by the frame, and a hulking Ferahom stalked into the nave. Made of vines and skulls, it went quiet while it surveyed the odd assortment of stone benches that led into a funneled path.
It paused there, no where near one of the traps, and seemed to be considering the area in a survey.
A handful of the soldiers gathered in a circle, and prepared their powdered doses of the Wildfire drug. They paused though, and looked right at Balthazar, as if in expectation for the captain to either approve the ingestion of the assumed stimulant or not.
Balthazar had about ten bits to prepare his soldiers however he liked, whether that was encouraging them to take the drug now or later or never. As well as where in the nave they would settle. Only a few of the runic traps had been left behind by Woe, but Balthazar knew where they were.
By the tenth bit, everyone except Balthazar Black and his 17 Soldiers had retreated into the basement...
...and one of the windows smashed apart. An entire branch from a tree flew through the stained glass, in complete shatter of the entire thing. The piece of wood hit one of the stone benches and sent the barricade in a slump of disrupted stone.
The dual doors where Balthazar had let the bloodhound in, shook with sudden force launched against it. Another slam of the polished stone and metal, and it threatened with a squeak. Beyond, the screech of Creepborne sounded. A loud explosion occurred somewhere nearby, from what sounded like part of a building falling to the street. Smoke had started to seep into the church, from a fire burning outside. No longer muffled by the windows, there was some shouting that rose up from the nearby neighborhood.
Another forceful shove against the dual doors. The stone arch cracked, as the frame gave way from vines that curled inward. In creation of space, the vines forced the stone to crumble as thicker appendages slid through. The Creep had entered the nave, and started to spread in every direction along the walls with thorny brambles and thick, hostile vines. The door crumbled apart, no longer held up by the frame, and a hulking Ferahom stalked into the nave. Made of vines and skulls, it went quiet while it surveyed the odd assortment of stone benches that led into a funneled path.
It paused there, no where near one of the traps, and seemed to be considering the area in a survey.
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