RolePlay- Abundance in Aiora

[Meliva]

Eloth shouts once more

Emilia, grab those lying arseholes and chuck them in here-and block the door.

The golem Emilia grabs both Whitlock and Vicril in her hands and slowly squeezes them, as she shouts to Eloth

While I still hold a grudge, you are family so very well.

Emilia stomps over and throws the 2 into the church, before grabbing the priest and throwing him in as well. Then she sits in front of the door blocking it. The undead, seeing the new targets start moving in towards them as Eloth quickly ducks away to patch himself up.

[Magnus the red]

Whitlock sighs once more and a ghostly purple sword appears in his hand and he begins to slash through some of the undead
The things I do for the mortal plane

[Meliva]

Vicril starts shooting flames towards the undead, while Eloth, after chugging several potions starts firing off several fireballs, the flames slightly burning Vicril and Whitlock as well, causing Vicril to shout in a bit of pain and annoyance

Eloth, your hitting us too!

Eloth shouts back

I know-you arseholes deserve it though for trying to break a deal. Be glad I'm not killing you outright you bloody liar.

After a while the last of the undead on this floor fall, and Eloth rips open a nearby cellar door and points down as he shouts to the others

Emon is down there, normally id' go in first to tank the damage and attacks, but after the crap you tried to pull, one of you are going in first.

From below the wizard shouts in annoyance

Enrico, my name is Enrico you damn fool.

[Magnus the red]

A spectral shield appears in his hand like the sword did and goes in first
This should block any spells thrown at it.

[Meliva]

the rest of the group follow in quickly behind him, after a short bit of time the group reach the basement, filled with various coffins, and random items and trinkets, with a single robed man waiting at the far end of the hall currently looking over a very pristine looking white casket, muttering to himself as he fiddles with it. He points a single hand to the group and shouts

Leave, or my servants will kill you. I won't be stopped.

Various undead pop out of the ground and caskets and slowly move towards the group. Eloth focuses his attention on the mage and starts stomping towards him enraged, pushing past the undead quickly

[Magnus the red]

Whitlock cleaves through some of the undead with his sword and smashes one against the wall with his shield

[Meliva]

Enrico looks up as Eloth swings his sword at him, blocking it with magic as he points a finger at him and says in a angry booming voice as he gestures to Vicril

Betray.

Eloth steps back as he grabs his head, and nearly cleaves Vicril in half before snapping out of it, Vicril burns a few more of the undead and Enrico grows annoyed as he shouts as the last few undead fall

Enough of this. Leave this place before I unleash my full might on you.

[Meliva]

Eloth shouts back

Not until I get back what you stole. Even if you kill us, more will come. Also some weird voice wants something here too, don't know what that's about but I digress.

Enrico looks to the others.

Help me kill Eloth, and I will aid you in escaping this port like you want. I will even give some trinkets along with it.

Vicril steps away carefully from Eloth as he thinks it over. Eloth just growls in frustration

Betray me and I tell the golems to collapse this entire building killing everyone in it. Choose wisely.

[Meliva]

Vicril sighs and attacks Enrico, Eloth joining him, Enrico quickly flees to a nearby door cursing loudly in anger. Eloth thinks of pursuing but quickly turns his attention to the white coffin Enrico had been standing over. He quickly inspects it muttering to himself before sighing with relief.

Thank Ragnild he never managed to get in. I'll keep my word, you all can leave to meet Emily safely, I'll escort you to her. I need to deliver this coffin back to her anyway, it contains a very dear loved one of hers. She'd be furious if it was desecrated. Help yourselves to all the other magical items here, I have no need or want of them.

[Argo]

The faint but unmistakable odor or frankincense and brimstone drifts by momentarily then dissipates as quick as it came... A chilly silence fills the air..