A smaller band of skirmishers from the main raiding force spot the Chosen enjoying their meals, almost kneeling as they stop.<br/>"Hail!" splutters the main cultist of the group. "We've surrounded the church, and are waiting for your order. Some of the others... and myself... were hoping you'd lead the charge on the church?"<br/><br/>The Church is indeed surrounded. A group of kobolds have a battering ram between them, making a series of pounds against the main door. It looks as though they'd tried to smoke them out first by the trails spewing from beneath them, which has only managed to obscure their vision so far.