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Throm naturally proceeds into the room with his throwing axe ready.

The priest and his acolytes quietly enter the room and circle the bed with their holy relics, Eirenaios completing the circle. In the dim light you notice the priests eyes begin to glow...then he seems startled!
"This woman is..." He pulls the wool blanket from her revealing a puddle of sticky blood pooling around a corpse with a long incision in her belly.
Its not Lady Angela!

Throm confused look upon the dwarf's face one eyebrow raised "Eh? Who in tha nine hells is she then?"

Eirenaios confused as well begins checking the body asking the priest, "What is going on exactly?"

The priest sounds very annoyed. "You tell me! I cast a spell to determine the demons power and this corpse had no aura at all. Dead!" he looks at the ceiling and then around the room. "The other door!" he hisses in a whisper.

Throm scratches his head "Other door? There be tons of em in this place. Which one ya referrin ta?"

Eirenaios nods to the priest and the others moving slowly to the door at the other end of the room.

Throm prepares for the next door opening.

Thorgrim positions himself beside the door and prepares to storm the next room.

As the group stealthily approach the other door a crash and the sounds of far away screaming break the silence! The old priest, in panic, throws open the door and rushes in. The smell rich sweet oils fills your nostrils.
Fire light flickers off the floor revealing hundreds of bones scattered on the bricks. The gruesome sight of three mangled and charred corpses hang on poles over a magic circle. Gore and blood collected beneath them. Four torches and a coal brazier illuminate the macabre scene. Beyond the burned and hung corpses three large draperies flap in the wind. You rush to the window and hear a unholy snarl. Looking to the streets below you spy a large dog running through the crowds and away at great speed. A guard on the moat bridge lies unmoving.
Looking back to the room yoy spy Lady Angela shackled naked to a wall behind another curtain. She is gagged but unconscious anyway. One of her legs have been tied off at the thigh and most of the meat stripped from the leg below that.

Eirenaios runs to Lady Angela captain as he passes by him, "SEND FOR A DOCTOR!! QUICK!!". He examines her wounds to see the best course of action

Physik(70): [1d100] = 8

He calls the priest over, "Tend to her wounds quickly!", he turns to the captain, "follow that beast, it's the demon!"

Eirenaios stands beside the magic circle and tries to understand what it is.

Sorcery(89): [1d100] = 4

Thorgrim rushes to Lady Angela's side and quickly joins Eirenaios in stabilizing her until additional help arrives.

Physik (77%): [1d100] = 23

Throm tries to see which way the demon went "Aint much I can do fer her but I aint bout ta take on a demon solo."

The captain rushes from the room and shouts to his men "ALARM! ENEMIES! FOES! TO THE BRIDGE!"
The cleric kneels infront of Angelas mangled limb as the others work their skill on her. "I can regenerate the wound." says the old priest, studying Angelas leg. "It will take time. The demon did its job well, ensuring she wouldn't die...fresher meat, I'd guess, if she still lived." he shakes his head sadly. "I doubt the lost flesh is the only damage the fiend did. Hopefully she doesn't wake any time soon." He looks to his disciples "Help me get her to a fresh bed and out of this den of wickedness."
Master Ryan shakes his head and speaks "Time is short. The demon will rouse the hoard to swifter action. I must send a raven to Elizabeth Bay and Midway and call for aid. Must muster our own troops. An attack is eminent. What will you good people do?" he asks looking to the adventurers. "Will you go with us and fight?"

"Aye!!" affirms Thorgrim. "That's why we came to warn you in the first place. I won't stop until every last one of those monsters is six feet under!"

Eirenaios nods, "As my friend said, we are here to help", he accompanies the priest.

Eirenaios removes a scroll and quil from his pack. He kneels to copy the glyphs from the magic circle and puts it in his bag

Throm spins his axe "Aye! I came ta warn yah an fight aside ya."

Craxzus - I think our efforts should be in slaying the demon. Once she is dead the orcs will not have any leadership then the different tribes will begin to fight between themselves.