Dezil looked up at the man that with blinding speed had taken down the cultist he missed. "Gah, I thank you for the help pal, but that's not as easy as it sounds! These lunatics are filling the passageway. We need to take them down quick, so we can find those magical people."

Dezil leapt back to his feet in one motion, and looked back at the melee. A good number of the cannabilistic cultists had fallen, but there were still a good number left. They needed to bust through quick, so Dezil leapt straight at a pair of them, swinging his wrench with painful precision. He hit anywhere he could as fast as he could, breaking limbs, ribs, and skulls with equal precision, and laying down the cultists quickly. With the numbers thinned, he could see the passageway was clear once this group was down. "Hey, lets take these wackos down and get going! We need to save the others!" Dezil shouted out to the other warriors.

"Well, this is creepy. At least I don't have to worry about my hand getting chopped off."

Alaroth (or his twin, I don't know how simulacra work) walked over to the hole in the wall and, and a few seconds of studying the hole, managed to fit the amulet in.

"There. So, what happens now?"

Ganurath smirked at his adversaries and beckoned them to come at him. Five lunged this time. The first was decapitated by Gan's halberd. The second, out of reach for a followup-strike, was knocked aside by the nearest shoulder shield. The third's chest was severed with a downward slash, wounding the leg of the fourth in the process. Ganurath jabbed his wounded foe with the butt of his halberd, allowing him to stab into the fifth cultist. The surviving pair stagger to their feet and lunged for a flank attack, but Ganurath simply face-smacked them with his shoulder-shields. He would have finished them, but more were coming toward him and he decided not to render himself prone.

Jude yawned and let the boomerangs fall to the ground. He sat against the wall and watched the procedings.

"Ya know, we could just wait. Whatever dropped us in here wanted us to stay put. The girl here obviously has a few friends on the outside who are gunna want her back, so lets just let the inevitable happen. But good luck and all that, wake me up if you make any progress."

Axel was getting pretty angry, which showed with the two inch spikes coming out of his arms and back. After getting his sword stuck in a dead foe's head, a cultist had tried to hack into Axel's back, but his attempt was in vain. Axel had hit his opponent in the neck with his arm, spikes getting embedded and causing the cultist to fall to the ground, choking on his own blood, his makeshift sword clattering to the ground next to him.

After finally getting his sword out of the one cultist's head, Axel thought everything was going kind of smoothly. That was, until a yelling and screaming cultist with smoke coming off of him caused the whole area to become enshrouded. With everything coveered in the foggy substance and the air becoming hard to breath, the fight just got more challenging than he was hoping.

Kal finished off his opponent by beheading him, and glanced around. The smoke was making it hard for them to breathe, and the cultists were confused. "Come on!'

The fighters finished, and ran farther down the hallway. From the drag marks, it was pretty apparent where the mages had been taken. Except for one small problem. The wall gave a gurgling sound and forced that direction closed, nearing squashing Kal while it was at it.

That route was blocked off, but when they turned the walls did the same thing in the opposite direction. However, on their right, they forced opened in a spray of ichor. Ironically enough, Kay got the worst of it.

Esentially, they only had one direction they could take.

Kay lowered his ichor splattered coat. He looked rather put out. He sighed and cleaned his glasses on his sleave.

"I'm going to have some words with our host about this. Getting this coat cleaned is not cheap."

Vindro slowly forced his way back to conciousness, or rather, conciousness forced it's way back to him...whichever of the two, he was waking up. As he looked around, he noticed that he was in a small room, with no doors or windows, but a small group of people standing around an odd shape in the wall. "...hey, what happened? I feel like I've been hit with a ton of bricks."

"Pretty close. We're all in some nigh-unescapable prison cell awaiting our forced sacrifice to a dead goddess, those guys are trying to escape through the living wall, and me and you are chatting." Jude explained.

"...you know, you have such a bright outlook on life."