Viveka and Ellyn watch on as Dara tends to Kov’s wounds, and prisoners nervously fiddle with the weapons of torture they grabbed before dashing into the eerily lit hallway. Heavy footsteps echo down the hallway of Hammerites rushing to defend their Monastery from invaders. Viveka and Ellyn take the prisoners and rush to the bend in the hallway and gaze down to see an onrushing horde of hammerites, led by three smiths and followed by a lumbering Divine Machination (robot).
Viveka looks at the half-starved prisoners in rags and Ellyn, whose primary skills are waiting tables and washing clothes. She sighs slowly.
“Okay, everyone just follow my lead. I’ll go first and hold their attention. Everyone else attack from the sides if you can. If you get hurt, take up a defensive position and fall back slowly. We need to give Dara as much time as she needs to, in order to help Kov. If we stick together, we’ll be better at handling any…”
It was the deep basso growl coming from right next to her that first attracted Viveka’s attention, but the muscles rippling beneath a fine sheen of fur on Ellyn’s suddenly massive body really held it.
“….surprises..” Viveka half whispers. Gasps ring out from the prisoners, and at least one pair of finger pliers clatters to the ground as five of them take of running down the hallway.
Ellyn’s growl turned into a deep throated snarl, as she launched her 500 pound predatory instinct on the hallway, and leapt at the oncoming Hammerites.
To say that the smith was surprised to see the mass of canines and claws leaping through the air is somewhat of an understatement. Religious conviction gave the smiths the deep devout courage and strength to deal with the evils of this world, but it became clear from the disbelieving shrieks of terror that their religious schooling had not given them any warning about what danger would look like when it stared them in the face.
Viveka finished drawing the runes on her sword, and charged in with the glowing light of it’s blade casting a reddish light against the blue hue of the hallway. Enormous mallets crushed the hulking furry form fighting the Smiths in the hallway. Claws seized helmets and tore through flesh beneath. Smiths were slammed into each other, and with a massive roar, the were-Ellyn lifted a smith in two massive hands and ripped the screaming man in half.
Viveka dove in to slice cleanly through the neck of a hammerite about to deliver a vicious blow to Ellyn’s flank. Shouts went up as her glowing blade danced on the edges of darkness. Parried blows let out clear rings as screams and gruesome ripping noises slide over the stones.
Meanwhile, Shep moves deeper into the monastery, searching for Brother Thomas and finds him sitting in a disease-infested pit with twenty other victims of the Hammerites’ judgement. Shep rests near Brother Thomas and checks his pulse. There is barely any movement in his throat, and a deep wound on his head has clearly become infected. Shep glances around at the other prisoners who stare at him with a mixture of hope and dread.
“Are you an angel?” “Did ”/characters/serenity" class=“wiki-content-link”>Serenitysend you?"
“Peace child, blessings will be few in coming i am afraid. let us use our lives in true service to a greater good. But do not fear, for light shines the brightest at the darkest hour”
Shep gazes into their eyes, and they are filled with an unnatural calm, one by one. He then examines the walls closely, and fines a place where a number of the stones have fallen in. He can get them out of here, but he will need help.
“I need you to help me. some of these people can be saved. Some are dead already. I need you to gather those who still live here where there is not as much filth, While you do this, i will need to test the blood of the fallen to ensure what has happened to them will not spread. It is a grisly business, but it must be done, get to it”
Shep takes from the blood of the recently deceased, and flexes his lifeless muscles. Razor sharp claws sprout from his fingers as he begins clawing at the walls, pulling chunks of rock and dirt into the pit. Bit by bit he makes his way to the surface, and finally breaks free into the night!
Fiora runs up the stairs, nimble as a cat. The heavy sound of metal boots stone stair thuds up after her. Fiora glances over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the congregation of hammer-wielding churchgoers follow her up the stairs like…. an angry mob of weapon-wielding churchgoers. Who happen to have been trained with martial weapons.
What they hadn’t been taught how to do was pick locks under pressure. With a snap of her wrist, Fiora pulled out a special set of lockpicks and in a matter of seconds had the door open, and then closed firmly behind her. She held her breath as the stampede came running up. She didn’t wait to risk being caught, so she immediately looped a rope around the bedframe and repelled out the window into the night. What she saw took her breath away, in the form of hurricane-force winds.
The entire courtyard was being tossed about by wind. At the center of it, Serenity was floating, suspended in space with an enormous wingspan and an eerie light surrounding her. She spoke with a voice that shook the monastary’s foundations.
“I am Seris Munavidi. You have slain the righteous and exalted the wicked. You have have neglected the poor and the hungry while building altars of arrogance. You have imprisoned the souls of the destitute and blasphemed life itself. The righteous should take shelter, for the wicked shall find none. Look into your hearts, and know why you have been judged.”
A voice whispered in the ears of our heroes. “It would be best if the just covered their ears now.”
and then in a sinister voice..
“Your builder cannot save you now. "
Shep was carrying Brother Thomas to the surface when he heard him whisper “No Serenity… don’t do it..”
And with that Serenity dove into the ground and shoved a gale force of wind into the dirt, creating a pressure wave that collapsed tunnels throughout the monastary. The cathedral, covered in fire collapsed and fell into the collapsed network below.
By the time she was finished, Ellyn had killed over a dozen hammerites, and had taken at least that many hits in the head and shoulders with enormous hammers. Blood covered the now slick floor, and her eyes flickered over to Viveka, thirsty for blood. She was able to regain her composure and she, Kov, Viveka, and Dara made their way out to the surface through the rubble. They were able to meet up with Shep and Serenity, who had managed to get Brother Thomas out of the hole and healed by Serenity’s graces, no doubt. The group grabbed a heavily damaged robot, and made their way back home through the Sewers.