CSM Jones and the Perkins brothers headed upstairs, looking a little nervously up at the ceiling as they went. It had seemed to solid before, but maybe the tough construction had actually saved them until now. The escaped prisoners elected to wait in the ground floor main ballroom. There, they could retreat below if all else failed. They would be alive down there, if perhaps trapped.
Using the dead seemed distasteful at best, horrific at worst. But they were coming to understand they were dealing with unholy things far outside the human ken. There was a certain symmetry there, the cultists had summoned something indescribably horrific in order to feed to it the bodies of the innocent, now they were the food. The rest of the corpses gave no assent or condemnation, the dead were beyond judgement. Blood pooled on the scarred hardwood floor and their stench filled the room.
Bathony dragged the corpses out into lighted area, then fired his rifle to gain the attention of whatever it was on the roof. It didn't take long!
Something landed with a flutter of immense leathery wings on the corpse below. It could be a dragon out of myth or legend... if so, it was an indescribably foul looking and noisome creature, larger than an elephant! A head larger than a horse's displayed a mouth full of cruel teeth and proceeded to feed, ripping at a body while holding it down with a raptor's leg.
Keeper's Note: SAN checks for everyone looking!