Since face eating was most likely very painful, Guy decided to help the noble. He held a small length of his chain like a club, and closed the distance between himself and the downed noble. Before the cultist could get any eating in, they were hit over the head with Guy's chain, knocking them both unconcious and off the noble.

Ganurath made a steady advance forward. Three cultists came at him, the closest in a pounce. Ganurath simply held the blade of his halberd in the path of the cultist and braced for the impact of the sociopath's face. The other two slowed in realization, giving Ganurath time to wound one of them before they retreated back into the mob. You'd think a religious order would have some coheirance.

"Told you not to touch it." Bradbury snickered as Coin rubbed the sore spot on his head.

"Shut up already, will ya?"

Watching the proceedings, he had noticed a few things. One there was a hole in the wall. Two it was small. Three it was definitely important. And four, it would probably require some sort of object to place in it.

"Brad, keep your eyes open."

Searching through the remains around them, Coin hoped that he would be able to find something -anything- that would fit in the hole. Besides Bradbury, that is ...

A cultist came at kay. who had pullled out a piece of paper. He held his pipe in the other hand. The cultist screamed and lifted his mace to brain Kay. Kay closed his eyes and slid his fingers over the paper. The paper ignited into a bright flash. The cultist screamed in pain and pulled his hands to cover his eyes. He ended up knocking himself unconcious with his own mace. Kay lit his pipe with the burning flash paper and tossed it shaking his caloused fingers.

Al picked up the strange object and turned it over in his hands. It appeared to be an amulet of some sort.

"Hey, any of you guys good with magic items? It looks like this-" he held up the amulet, "-was inside of him." He pointed to the pile of ashes that was formerly a corpse.

"Maybe we can use it somehow. I think it looks like that thing that Belar used to send us here. Although I'd be damned to know how to use it to get us back..."

As two of the cultists came at him, Dezil calmly took out the large work wrench he always carried in a pocket of his jacket. It honestly had no practical purpose for any of the small gadgets and trinkets he made, and it was too large to use to work on the OmniTek Rifle he had on his back, but it made a handy blunt intrument to use in melee. This was demonstrated as the first cultist went down with a crushed skull as he blindly charged Dezil. The other stayed at a distance, and lunged when he thought he saw an opening. Dezil was surprisingly large for a man his size, and neatly sidestepped the lunge, bringing the wrench down on the back of the cultist's skull. He dropped like a sack, and Dezil turned back, wrench held in a one handed grip as he watched the other cultists for any that might try to take him out.

Lucian slid his hand into the hole, his stoney fingers scraping across some shapes in the back. "Indentations..." he muttered outloud as he ran his fingers over them a bit more carefully, getting a feeling for what the shape of them seemed to be. After a few seconds he drew his hand back from the hole and then turned to look at the red mage who was holding the amulet from the corpse.

"You there... come here and put that item into this hole."

Against his better judgement, Talan had snuck in with the rest of them... and now they were surrounded by killer psychotic cannibal cultists.

Not good. Not good at all...

It would probably best to let the big lunk with the sword, the wolfman with the chain and the other heavy hitters take care of the cultists, but something was gnawing at him to go find the mages.

To find that girl.

"Bloody, bloody hell..." Talan's fingers rose into the signs needed to invoke the Haste spell (silenced) he'd prepared for this occasion. As the magic raced through him, all of a sudden every single cell of his body felt like a bundle of dynamite ready to explode.

His shortsword with the long hilt slid out of its sheath in the back of his suit, and he dropped low, scanning the area warily for threats and a way out.

As a cultist tried to blindside Dezil, Talan swept the former off his feet, then drove the point of the blade into the cultist's neck, nimbly springing away from the spray of arterial blood that followed him and landing at Dezil's feet.

"We have to find a way out. There's no point fighting here forever - we've got to find the others!"

Kay continued to smoke. Another a cultist moved to attack. An egg fell into kay's hand from his sleeve.

"Here catch." He said to the cultist. Tossing the egg at him. The cultist let the egg strike him in the chest cracking it. It released a black liquid that began to steam and release a noxious cloud. Kay walked by. Still avoiding the edge of combat. The cultist choked and gasped running into the battle. Realesing the noxious obscuring cloud everywhere he went.

Looking up from the ground Coin noticed the amulet Al had in his hand. Lucian had told him to put it in the hole.

"I second that." He said getting up. "But," He added quickly. "We have no idea what will happen if that actually opens a portal to let us out of here. I suggest we prepare ourselves for anything."

Rummaging through his coat he pulled out a deck of cards. Shuffling the deck, he murmered an incantation. When he was finished, he threw the card on the floor infront of Al and Lucian. Face up on the ground the card appeared to be blank. In the center, however, a glowing green dot eventually spread out across the card's face forming a rectangle that stopped at the edges. From the glowing card came a funnel of thick green light that shot outwards to the ceiling.

When the green light subsided Al and Lucian were staring face to face with their exact twins. The simulacrums stood with empty gray eyes, silent and emotionless.

"If anything bad happens, it'll happen to them first."