Phew. Sorry for the wait, guys. I just finished my stuff at work and now I have some time to process Phase 3 of Room 4. This is gonna be an interesting round so hold onto your butts. I'll edit this with the whole thing soon.
Phase 3, Room 4
The party stumbles into the dimly lit cavern that is Room 4. After a brief moment of deliberation, here are the events that unfold:
-Mike walks towards the dagger. He can literally feel the blood running down on his arm gravitate towards the altar, calling to it. Sadko feels the effect too. With his back to the wall, he trails behind Miketastic as the two of them near the dark god's sacrificial altar.
-While they're walking, Character mumbles something soft and casts a healing spell on Mike. (Rolled a 15)
Warm light coalesces from the mage's balled fist and across the gloomy hall, swirling around Mike's wounded arm and gently caressing it, closing it, almost sighing as Miketastic's pain faded away. His wound is gone, and the blood stops dripping. He stops just a few feet short of the altar.
-"Uh, thanks Character, but I was going to drip some of my blood on the dagger first." He is dizzy from the healing, and against his will a trace of euphoria seeps through his throat as he talks, overwhelmed with relief that the pain is gone. "At least Sadko is still bleeding. What do you think? Sadko?"
"SADKO!"
-While Miketastic was distracted, Sadko still felt the unholy call of the altar while his blood ran freely. He stealthily picked up the dagger and walked calmly behind him. With the sacrificial weapon in hand, he wraps a powerful arm around Mike's chest, twists him around to face the altar, and!!!
Miketastic's throat is slit wide open. Blood sprays across the altar and immediately starts hissing and boiling. A face, horrible and twisted and smiling as it revels in the thought of bringing each party member to a torturous end, it begins to glow brighter and more easily-visible. But it had been there this whole time, watching them.
-There is no time to scream in protest or try to save Miketastic's life. The face, its hatred so horrible to gaze upon that it made them sick, was now a shadowy figure that stood in the halls with them, staring. Mike's lifeblood was running from the floor and towards that figure, being absorbed by it. For now it was satiated, but they had to go now.
-With no other choice, the party exits the room. And into Room 5.
STATUSES:
-Sadko, bleeding moderately.
The blood loss is beginning to be a problem. (-2 to rolls)
