Orrin's turn:<br/>Orrin shakily pushed himself to his feet, scrunching his noise at the blood that now dotted his leaf green robes. He quickly looked at the cultists that were now turning to them, some in close to each other. This would be easy, if they did not charge them. The blond elf looked to Lara, blinking slightly but nodding his head."I will fight, but let me free my brother first, I don't think he would like to be left tied as we do battle with the Chelaxians."Orrin said with a soft chuckle, moving with a slight limp in his step over to Bastel, freeing the halfling man from his bonds.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception DC 10 to notice something off about your new friend here...</div></div><br/><br/>Bastel's turn:<br/>The halfling sprung to his feet and immediately pulled a bottle from his long black coat as he grinned at the two closet cultists."Have a taste of this, ya bastards!"He growled, chucking the bottle as hard as his body would let him!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bastel's attack(Bomb): 15(roll)- 1(str mod)= 14<br/>Cultists AC: 13<br/><br/>Damage: 3(roll)+3(int mod) = 6<br/><br/>Bombs left: 3</div></div><br/>The explosion flung the two cultists far back into the walls, smashing them into the stone. The bodies slowly fell to the floor, as if the force had pinned them to the walls like a stake...The two would not rise again without medical help. "Better think twice before messing with us!"He shouted, his eyes now wild with the thought of more fighting against the bad guys.<br/><br/>Cultists turn:<br/><br/>The second cultist looked to the now corpses of her companions, destroyed at the hands of the lady warrior and the halfling. Her red, beady eyes narrowed into slits as she hissed in disdain at them, running at Lara with her dagger drawn!<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cultist attacks: 13(roll) + 1(str mod) = 14<br/>The second cultist curses in a dark language you cannot understand as she glares at Lara, hungering for her blood on her hands as her attempt to swipe the woman's side missed!</div></div><br/>The fourth cultist, seeing the damage done, wavers in his attack and runs for the door. His footsteps thud against the stones of the cathedral as he frantically pushes at the door. He runs, screaming in fear into the inky blackness of the wilderness under the night sky. The lead cultist gets nervous as she sees her forces dwindling, but does not make a move to join in the combat.