Stare tilted her head, the excitement of the cold fire fading fast. It had been steadily as Nevin's expression changed, going from intrigue as much as she had had, then to sudden shock and a need to be … in there.
So, their plans were moving faster than expected. Stare shrugged, slipping her hand down to take up her helmet strung there. Taking it in hand she swept it up and over the upper half of her skull. Once done she grabbed her dagger and nodded.
“Let's kill some bastards,” she agreed, and twisted around to face the building. Energy built in her, she took a breath …
Then ran, shrieking in dire kenku.
At the start of the charge, Nevin was in step with Stare though he was silent as his blood and magic churned in him. She was faster though, and pulled ahead as she raced past one of the braziers glowing with cold flame and into the stone building. The redhead was not far behind though, as he too charged into the dark interior of the structure.
Stare had already found a man and was dealing with him - dagger flashing as she went to work - and now, at the top of her game, not injured by a stay in prison, Nevin knew he could trust her to keep herself safe. So whip in hand, he followed the disgusting feeling of wrongness in the air, letting it guide him deeper into the building.
He entered what was clearly the main chamber of the structure. Stone pews were ranged in a series of concentric circles, leading inwards to a large stone pedestal at the center. The smell of blood was thick, overpowering in here - and the cause was worryingly plain to see.
The stone pews were filled with people - with bodies, really. Blood coated the floor liberally here, draining from the bodies and flowing ‘downhill’ towards the plinth at the center of the circles. In the air hung ribbons of red, seemingly emerging from nothingness, and slowly being drawn inwards towards the center of the room as well.
On top of the stone plinth was a blood-soaked alter, with a figure sitting on top of it. Even from the entrance to the room it was easy to see that the figure wasn't human - instead it seemed to be a collection of those strange beings that they had killed in the woods - smooth, slimy tendrils, wrapped together layer upon layer, mimicking the shape of a human. These ones though, this thing was not a shade of red like the rest had been - instead it was a deep, dark blue.
Fixated upon this thing, Nevin didn't see the man against the wall who turned, saw the redhead, and moved to tackle him.
