
"Foul being of the light! I shall take great pleasure in turning you upon your friends." He smiles a terrible smile, teeth all rotted and broken
Before he manages anything, Rhovador shoots off an arrow grazing the fanatic in the side [roll:16 DMG:7]
Fixing you (Cadmus) with his gaze, he begins a complicated series of patterns with his hands, along to a groaning chant. You stare in horror as you recognise the unholy spell and feel your will sapping away. (The spell: command) Murmuring a short prayer to Lathander you force your will to overcome the effects[roll wisdom save:12, pass] causing another shriek of rage from your foe.
Skreed meets the fanatic in the middle, neatly stepping aside a hastily raised Kriss (Wavy dagger), and chopping down on his unprotected side[attack:14, hit, DMG:8].
Flicking your hands out to start the spell/whirling your blade when you see a hint of rat, Cadmus and Alexi, none dare to attack after the first one gets bathed in flame then chopped down by the two of you covering the party.
Brennic nails the tiefling to the floor with the trident just in time for Gradard to finish the Tiefling off with a bolt of fire. [none of you missed and I couldn't knock him out due to ranged attacks sorry!]
The battle is over almost before it starts.... The Tiefling falling dead somewhat anticlimactically before you all draw your second breath. The place falls silent.... Nothing but your heartbeats and a multitude of candles absolutely covering the walls. You now notice the faint waxy smell coming from them.
Cadmus steps forward. "Well, we seem to work quite well as a team. You have all displayed impressive prowess, and nary a scratch for me to mend as a result."
He compliments each member as he walks by. "Well-struck, Brennic. Your cast was excellent." "Impressive fire, Master Wizard." "Nicely done, Skreed. I knew you would show the might of your people (Soothingly, mindful of his rage)" "Thanks for helping me with the rearguard, Alexi."
He walks up to the body and kneels down. With two fingers, he closes the zealot's eyes. "I fear your choices have earned you an afterlife in torment if you pledged your soul to dark gods, but if you were merely mad or cursed, I pity you. I shall ensure that foul magics do not take your body as a plaything," He mutters. He swiftly enacts funerary rites of non-denominational blessing upon the body to appease the spirit so it does not return as a hungry undead (Religion roll). As he does so, he looks over the possessions of the dead man, laying them out next to him for the party to see and observe. He scans them briefly for profane or cursed relics. (Second Religion roll)
"Master Gradard, surely there must be some enchantment worked into the instrument this man played upon. Is there yet a danger from it?" Cadmus gestures to the organ-like instrument.
Gradard walks over to inspect the organ and the things that the organist had on him. "Unfortunately, friends, I am in need of a perl and an owl feather in order to use my spell to identify the magic in these things. Let me think if I can remember anything from my studies" [Does Gradard know anything about the organ, rats, or organ player based on his studies as a sage? Some rolls included]
Alexi keeps his head on a swivel while the others examine the body and the chamber. He glances over at the dead Teifling "Vile creature" He grimaces in disgust "Sent to his deserved grave...seems too easy though."
Nodding at Cadmus in response to the clerics words to him, Alexi looks around the chamber at the candles "Perhaps we are dealing with some sort of cult?"
The chamber is as silent as a tomb. The flicker of candle light waves to and fro as drafts of air pull them this way and that. There is nothing in the way of symbols on the walls or floors or organ.
Saying the last rites over the Tiefling's body you feel at peace Cadmus, something has ended. He has, his tortured soul, been laid to rest. His personal effects are meagre, A small tome, with spells you would rather not read. (Command, inflict wounds, hold person). A small pouch, containing 2 gold, 12 silver and 8 copper. A funny 5 sided dice is his last possession. None of you can make anything special or magical other than the ordinary (A tome of magic) about any of it.
The organ boggles your mind Gradard it is a crazy haphazard collection of pipes of differing lengths and angles and size, some even have corners in them, bending the normally straight pipes behind and in front of one another. Pressing a note causes a blast on one of the pipes. Not of any pitch you are familiar with however.