Chapter Six: The Muster of Caltlikrath

Leth: it looks like the fire is consuming him, but slowly. You can try an Arcana or Insight check.

While Zangua and Domarc hold on to the rope, the gathered crowd starts to call out to them.

"What has happened? Where is Pater Aeron?"

Meanwhile, down in the basement, a large chunk of burning ceiling falls through to the ground, spraying Felor and Leth with embers.

Each party member takes 1d4 heat damage for every turn they spend down here.

Felor calls out to his deity.

Edit: A beam of golden sunlight shines down through the new hole in the holy house's roof, penetrating all the way to the basement to touch the burning face of the inhuman priest. He recoils with a gurgling, sputtering hiss, releasing Felor's shoulder from his bite, just as Mordred rushes up from behind and plunges his dagger down into the top of his skull.

The priest lets out a shrill, piercing wail and begins to convulse.

All party members can take an action now.

It's all 1s and 20s today!

A live look at Zangua:

actual lol

Love your optimism, Mordred!

Standing up, Felor plants his back foot in some burning debris and stumbles.

Above, a man in a large hat and a burgundy cloak starts to speak for the crowd. "What monster?" he demands. "Who is dead!? Where is the Pater!?"

Domarc, Leth, and Mordred can all take combat actions.

The man in burgundy has a neat gray beard and carries a carved walking-staff. His clothes would be what passes for finery in a village like this.

Domarc barks his orders, but city life has perhaps clouded his wisdom. While Hazard and many Mezian cities have a well-developed water distribution infrastructure and firefighting brigades on the city payroll, Alband has only a well and presumably some nearby streams. The villagers seem to understand that the holy house will be ash and ruin by the time they can go home and grab their buckets; Domarc's call to action does not stir them at all.

One man, however, emerges from the crowd: a large, bald fellow in a leather apron. "I'll save the Pater," he says gruffly, approaching Zangua and the rope.

Mordred stabs Aeron in the back of the neck, feeling a sudden tug on the rope as he does so.

Up above, the man in the leather apron grabs the rope and starts to climb down into the burning basement.

The man ignores Domarc…

Edit: ...but finds himself stopped by Domarc's firm grip.

"Would you leave the Pater there to perish!?" he demands, shifting his body weight toward the ledge. "Let me go!"