
Cadmus reaches out, lightly touching Brennic's shoulder and murmering, "Lathander's inspiration shall be with you, always." His face freezes in a mask of concentration as he prays for Lathander's servants to hold Brennic's actions in mind to be successful. Out of Character: : Cadmus casts the cantrip Guidance on Brennic, granting him a bonus of +1d4 to the next ability-based roll he makes.
Skreed is suddenly aware of the confines of this space. He is uncomfortable moving slowly and cautiously in the midst of a group and wonders how, in such close quarters he will be able to swing his steel if it comes to that. Somehow... It always comes to that...
He checks to make sure his daggers are in their sheaths and ready to be drawn if the makeshift phalanx they are in is broken.
Brennic creeps round the corner(Roll:12)...somewhat quietly even with your armor on. Until Gradard charges forward (Roll:1) into you sending you both down to the ground in a resounding crash, armor and weapons clanging! Lucky for you all your entrance isn't noticed due to the blast from a now apparent pipe organ at the far end, for want of a better word, of a chapel. A crude one at that. Rather than pews there is a rough cobblestone floor, absolutely covered in rats.
They stare transfixed towards the front where a hunched Tiefling sits, totally engrossed in his art, or more accurately travesty. The sounds coming from the organ are all distorted by extra valves and breakages creating a cacophony assaulting the senses.
"BROTHERS!" He screams when the music is slightly quieter, "THE END IS NEAR! I SHALL RAISE YOU UP AND WE SHALL CONQUER THE WORLD!" He then launches into a chant, inarticulate, words running together. It appears you have walked into a 'service', of some kind.
As you watch, the rats grow more and more excited, squeaking, squealing, taking bites from those nearby...you see eyes changing.... From their normal brown to glowing red. One here, one there, not many at first.
Cadmus' face flushes at the sight of the apparent blasphemy before him. "Cease this insanity NOW, in the name of Lathander and the law of this land!" He shouts in an iron-hard authoritarian tone, holding forth his holy symbol and preparing to call down the brilliant radiance of his Sacred Flame cantrip upon the teifling while maintaining the Guidance on Brennic (Don't forget that +1d4 on your initiative, Brennic!). He waits to give the teifling a chance to surrender before striking with magic, hoping he will be intimidated into hesitation, or perhaps even surrender.