Horror and Foes

Dungeon Crawler

Location: [6] Location for a specialized purpose - captives are kept here for breeding

Encounter: [6] Unique NPC or adversary - a significant captive, and a familiar face to defeat

Objects: [1] Nothing, or mundane objects

Exits: [4] 1 additional exit - a passage towards the depths of the bastion

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The heat of the chamber is overwhelming to Lavorra, though her companions seem to take it in stride. She moves sluggishly, as the three of them take cover at the edge of a balcony, looking down over the terrible scene below.

Mercifully, it seems that the Fleshworks are not currently in use. But it is still a sordid sight. Cells line the walls of the courtyard below, dingy and barred with black iron; within, Lavorra can make out the shapes of various women, nude or semi-clothed. All bear swollen bellies to one degree or another, whether they are Human - predominantly - or the occasional Elf.

Stone slabs decorated with manacles line the room, their design all too clear. Several of the new prisoners, the Dark Elven women, are being manhandled into positions in their backs or all fours, by bald-headed men in rough robes. More of the cultists; the Daemonspawn appear absent.

Lavorra’s eyes widen in horror as her gaze falls upon one of the cultists, stood at the far end of the chamber. A length of chain on his belt connects to the neck of a captive red-head. Even from this distance, and despite the fresh tattoos and bald pate, she recognises the cultist as Lorkan. Those dark, threatening eyes are fully clouded over with purple corruption. It seems he found his way back to the Delwald after all, and with his new masters, a place of honour amongst the cultists.

She grits her teeth, steeling herself. If there was anything ever approaching a decent man in Lorkan, it’s gone now. She can feel the evil radiating off of him and his fellow cultists as surely as the heat of the chamber. Her Holy Icon thrums softly, encouraging her to take action.

“I’m going down there.” She murmurs to her companions. I’ll cause a scene, draw them to the far end of the room. You two get the prisoners, get them freed and start moving them out of here, okay?”

Skrain begins to protest, but Zeya shushes him. “Okay. But then we’re coming back for you. No arguing.”

With a grin, Lavorra nods, then vaults over the balcony to the chamber below.