The main cave's roof is domed and has at it's apex a large hole for the many fires smoke to exit.

The main cave is roughly 20m wide and 10m high.

At the screams and horror of the shaman entering with his ghostly entourage Ohanzee gasps and looks away so violently that his whole body lurches sideways and he has to put his bound hands down to steady himself.

Recovering his composure somewhat he pulls his knees up to his chest and sits with his arms over his legs hands by his feet and starts to rock slowly back and forth moaning with fear apparently.

The amount of people in the main cave doubles as women and children join the throng. There's around a dozen men of fighting age, and a score of others, who know begin to dance and sway about the central sacrificial slab. There the poor Blue Llama brave is stretched out, before being straddled by the fleshy, chanting shaman.

Tarnessh bit the side of the inside of his mouth to stop himself from screaming through the gag. Instead he continued to speak to Tulox. "There are likely a few warriors in here. Some of them are doing a sacrifical ritual right now, but there might be others as guards around entrances and such. I know I sound very calm right now, but that's really the terror talking. TELL THEM TO HURRY!"

Ohanzee manages to regain his composure and he shuffles forward so that he is sitting next to Tarnessh making use of the fact that attention seems to be focusing now on some evil ritual and the  poor High Llama rider on the slab.

When he is sure that they are not being watched he nudges Tarnessh with his elbow and then glances down at his hands that he has between him and the Sun Hawk brave, his body preventing view by most of the room. There, in his hands he holds a flint spear head point up and braced against the ground.

Tarnessh nodded at Ohanzee after seeing the arrowhead.

Ohanzee waits a moment but when it becomes obvious that a nod is all that Tarnessh intends he rolls his eyes and groans quietly. Then he looks at and the spear head with his eyes and a slight nod of his head, at the same time releasing the rope that he is now holding around his wrists to make it appear to be intact still. Then his eyes look back to Tarnessh and go a little wide as he points at Sun Hawk brave a little with his chin and then looks at Tarnessh own bound hands.

As Ohanzee mimes  the two Rangers can see that there are no spare hooded jackets like those worn by the Cannibal cultists, nor is there any sign of their weapons and gear.

Ohanzee listens out for Enapay, but hears nothing, instead he catches a glint from where the shaman is now slowly killing the young Blue Llama brave, the young man's blood spurting up from his cut throat. Between the broiling mass of ghosts and dancing cultists Ohanzee sees that the Shaman has the Raven Brave's crystal hanging about his neck...

With a jubilant shout the Shaman opens up the sacrifice's chest and begins pulling out the man's organs, handing them out to the mob who fall on them ravenously. A loud sucking noise starts and the ghosts begin to fly into the dead man's body.

Limbs are hacked and members of the ecstatic congregation begin to roast them over the smaller fires.

Several warriors come over to stand above the two Rangers and the remaining Blue Llama brave, examining them to see who is next...

Tarnessh nodded again and moved a bit to the side towards Ohanzee so that he'd be able to pass the arrowhead to him without looking too obvious.

The two warriors grab the Blue Llama brave  and begin dragging him out.



Spotting that something is going on one of the Cannibals lets go of the Blue Llama rider and comes over to investigate whilst his companion pulls the struggling brave out to the sacrificial slab.

The noise of the ceremony drowns out what he says as he comes closer, a bone knife in his hand. He's pointing at Tarnessh though.

Tarnessh closed his eyes and whispered a spell of demoralization and ennui into the gag directed at the approaching cannibal. He just needed his interest to be drawn elsewhere.

Ohanzee quickly palms the spear head as the cannibal comes over, holding the ropes about his wrists tight again.

The warrior approaches, his attention on the mutterring Tarnessh. Ohanzee senses that this is his chance....No one is looking, those in the main cave focused on killing their latest sacrifice.

It's now or never, they're hungry and not saving any of us for later! Ohanzee reasons rather desperately as the warrior moves to grab Tarnessh bent forward and his attention focused on the Sun Hawk brave, his neck stretched out as he does so, the evil sharp toothed grin on his face.

Ohanzee concentrates on the neck as he releases the cut bindings on his hands and rotates the spear head into position, the point sticking up, jagged napped edges running from it. Then, still holding it in both hands he rams it upwards with all the force he can manage plunging it deep into the man's throat.

Then, releasing the spear head from his left hand he holds the back of the warrior's neck with the same hand, pulling the neck down onto the blade still held in his throat and waggling it back and forth to ensure that the windpipe is cut preventing him calling out and that the artery is severed and there is no hope of healing, that this evil bastard is dead and remains dead! The man's blood, warm and slick yet sticky at the same time runs down his arm and it feels good How do you like it ye bastard!

He grabs the bone knife the warrior carried and heads straight for the chimney area behind the great fire gesturing to Tarnessh to follow!

Just as they start running a horn starts blowing from somewhere down the other tunnels, presumably from the entrance to the caves.

The ceremony grinds to a halt and men begin streaming out of the main cavern, picking up spears and bows as they go.

It's then that one of the kids lets out a shout, having spotted the two escaping braves.

Pulling the gag off Ohanzee offers Tarnessh the flint spear head speaking as he goes "Let's get behind the big fire. You do your stuff, call Sun Hawk, Oakfed, anyone, just get the fire too hot to pass! Direct it into the main cave if you can, I'll see if I can work something out with the fire's darkness, get some smoke in there!" and he runs!

There's already cannibals charging for them, coming from both sides of the fire. It's either run for the hole or stand and fight.

Behind them in the main cavern stands the blood splattered shaman who is calling forth the Hungry ghosts and directing them at the two Rangers.

Tarnessh took the offered spear head and stretched an arm out towards the fire while he and Ohanzee moved towards the hole. He dearly wished that he had his focusing charms and accoutrements with him. All he had was his pure will and connection to Sun Hawk to try and get the fire to FLARE UP! "Run!" He said to Ohanzee.

"If this doesn't work, one of us has to survive, and you've died enough for one week!" He said, cracking a joke to mask his anxiety.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:15, Thu 19 Mar 2015.

Tarnessh can you keep the OOC for this thread in here please. I'm trying to avoid metagaming and keeping the threads separate :)

Expending POW on your Fire rune won't help. Just roll your fire rune % and cast and lets see what happens. The bad guys are going to be on top of you as you've stopped but I'll give you enough time to do your stuff.

09:52, Today: Tarnessh Listens-To-Silence rolled 84 using 1d100. Fire Rune.

Nothin'!

OOC: OK didn't realise that they were that close :-! In that case...

Ohanzee keeps running for the hole that he spies behind the fire. Instead of darting through it though he stands in it preventing any cannibals from cutting it off and getting to Tarnessh's back "Com'on!" he shouts gripping the dagger, though whether at Tarnessh or the cannibals is unclear.

As Tarnessh attempts to cause the fire to expand he finds himself roughly tackled by two cannibals, both warriors diving on the Sun Hawk brave with the intention of grappling him to the ground. Deftly dodging the first Tarnessh fails to avoid the other, who knocks him to the ground, where he finds himself pinned by the feral man...

By the entrance of the hole Ohanzee finds himself facing two snarling men, their faces painted in imitation of skulls, blood dripping down their bare chests.

They're armed with spears, which Ohanzee both dodges, and parries with his spear point.

At leasst the crazy idiots didn't take my armour off! Ohanzee thinks as he fights not just for his life but for Tarnessh's too, still unaware that there is any help on the way.

He lunges with the dagger knowing that pure defense is a loosing game. He also tries to grab the spear of the smaller one next time they lunge, maybe he can surprise them and disarm them whilst arming himself!

There was nothing for Tarnessh to do but bare his teeth, snarl and growl, and stab at the mad animal in a man's shape as best he could with the flint arrowhead.

Faced with certain death Tarnessh can only hope for the end to be quick...Instead there's a flash of bronze and his attacker's head flies off and there is Melock looking grim and dangerous....

Likewise Ohanzee is only putting off the inevitable when the huge form of Akala barrels past slamming one of the cannibals into the fire and finishing off another who has one of Amara's javelins in his leg.

You can head back to the other thread.