Jason cautiously stuck his head around the door but didn’t see any more cultists. Even going bato the chamber he didn’t see anyone. Whoever hadn’t chased up the tunnel were most likely oforms above. He made his the stairs as quietly as he could, still no cultists in sight as he reached the first ptform.

  He dismissed the cloak as he approached the lion man’s cage. It had the same heavy bars and rge space as Jason’s cage, but where Jason had been able to stretch out, the lion-man barely fit.

  “Sorry,” Jason said as he fished the key ring from his iory. “I’ve been hit on the head a lot today, so I don’t remember your name.”

  “Gary,” the lion man said, a low, rumbling growl to his voice. “I didn’t think you were ing back.”

  “I tried to talk myself out of it, believe me.”

  “Instincts of a hero,” Gary said.

  “I’d probably put it down to promised judgement,” Jason said. “I’ve been knocked out several times today.”

  Jasorying keys.

  “I’m not even sure one of these will work,” he said. “I was hoping to do this quietly but I still have some more s… oh, there we go.”

  The lock clicked open and Gary squeezed his enormous frame through the door. Ihe cage, he had looked like a professional wrestler. T over Jason, it looked like he’d eaten a professional wrestler.

  “Is there a key for my colr on that thing?” Gary asked. Around his neck was a thick iron choker.

  “No idea,” Jason said.

  “Give me a look at that.”

  Jason handed over the key ring. It had an unhelpful abundance of keys and Gary started looking over them for what he needed. Despite his lion-like head, his hands were fairly normal, albeit huge, and hairy. While he went through them, Jason looked around. There didn’t seem to be any cultists ing dowairs or ba from the tunnel. What he did find was some kind of ceremonial bowl built in to the top of the cage. Inside was a round crystal, very dark red in colour. He picked it up.

  Item: [Awakening Stone of the Feast] (unranked, on)

  An awakening stohat unlocks the power of ption. (able, awakening stone).

  Requirements: Unawakened essence ability.Effect: Awakens an essence ability.You have 3 unawakened essence abilities.You are able to absorb [Awakening Stone of the Feast]. Absorb Y/N?He shoved the stoo his iory.

  “None of these are for a suppression cary said. “They got these colrs especially for us, so whoever you took the keys from mustn’t have been in on it.”

  “Yeah, I think he was os with the family a bit,” Jason said. “He seemed to have his own thing going on. What does that colr do exactly?”

  “It suppresses all essence abilities,” Gary said. “Some race powers, too, but not all of them.”

  “Does it suppress you from being a huge guy who kick the crap out of people?”

  A grin Jason could only describe as predatory crossed Gary’s leonine face.

  “No it doesn’t.”

  Gary took the lead as they went up the stairs toward the ptform, which they reached unchallenged. Jason’s cage was empty, the bars on the fro outwards. The dead cultist was still ying oform with a hole in his chest. While Gary k down to exami, Jason checked the top of his cage. There was another ceremonial bowl, but it had been dislodged. Jason looked around a bit and found another awakening stone of the feast, where it had fallen to the ptform when he kicked his way out of the cage. He slipped it into his iory.

  “What happeo this guy?” Gary asked.

  Jason held up a still-bloody fist. Gary looked from the Jason’s hand to the corpse to the bsted-out cage.

  “I think at this point,” Gary said, “they may be wishing they’d just let you go. How did you get mixed up in this, anyway?”

  “Not really the time,” Jason said.

  “Right. Good job, though.”

  “It wasn’t a good job,” Jason said. “I killed someone.”

  “What do you think they dragged us out in cages fary asked. “It wasn’t to dance for their eai.”

  “Killing them iur make us aer than they are.”

  “Sure it does,” Gary said. “Better at killing. Look out!”

  Jason turo see three cultists ing dowairs. Gary stepped forward to meet them, grabbing the first pair by the throat. He lifted them up, one dangling from each hand as he walked them over to the edge and dropped them into the blood pool below. As Gary walked off, Jason was left face to face with the third cultist, still oairs.

  Jason’s eyes went wide with panic. He dropped to his knees, hands held out in supplication.

  “Please don’t kill me. I don’t want to die.”

  The cultist’s surprise registered even through the loose robes and mask. Jasohat moment to shove a fist right into the cultist’s crotch. A strained groaning came from behind the mask as Jason shed out a sed and third time, leaving the cultist doubled over. Jason stood up, grabbed the cultist by the robes and shoved him right off the side of the stairs.

  You have defeated [Blood Cultist].“Did I just hear you begging?” Gary asked, walking back.

  “It wasn’t a lie,” Jason said. “I really don’t want to die.”

  Gary ughed as he led the way to the third ptform, which was now unattended. Whoever had been manning it had either pursued Jason out the door or been thrown to the pit below.

  Gary and Jason walked over to the cage, which tained Rufus. Jason now khe right key to open the cages, which he used promptly. Rufus crawled out the door and stood up, giving Jason his first clear look at him. Rufus had dark skin, a bald head and was stupidly handsome. Roughed up and grimy from his ordeal, he looked like an a hero heading into act three with mase dirt stains refleg enemies bested and challenges overe.

  “That’s not fair,” Jason said.

  “What isn’t?” Rufus asked, his voice like dark chocote.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Jason muttered. “Let’s just go.”

  “Too bad I don’t have a on,” Rufus said, and Jason produced the evil trowel.

  “It’s not much,” Jason said, “but it is suspiciously sharp.”

  “I’ll take it,” Rufus said gratefully, looking it over in his hand. “It is suspiciously sharp, isn’t it.”

  Gary and Rufus lead the , Jason pausing to snatch a third awakening stone from the top of Rufus’ cage. As they asded the stairs, a lone cultist walked casually down to obstruct them. The cultist pulled her hood bad took off her mask, revealing long, dark hair and the face of a young woman. She pulled a short sword out from within the folds of her robes.

  “I’ve got this one,” Rufus said, stepping past Gary. He brandished the trowel in the woman’s dire.

  “Alicia Vane, I presume?” he said.

  “I was disappoihat I wouldn’t get to cross swords with the famous Rufus Remore,” she said with a sneer. “Looks like I’m lucky after all.”

  Rufus didn’t respond, instead lunging forward. What followed was a bze of movement so fast Jason had, at best, a vague grasp of what was taking pce. They bobbed and weaved, both restricted by the width of the stairs. Between them was a blur of motion, swainst trowel. Despite the inferior on and the lround, the cultist was being pushed back.

  “That’s enough, Alicia,” a voice came down from above. Jas as the woman from the basement. With a look of reluce, Alicia disengaged from her fight with Rufus and started bag up the stairs. Rufus zily tossed the trowel into the air, where Gary smoothly snatched it and u out with a flick of his powerful arm. The practiced ease of the pair’s teamwork took Alicia by surprise; she failed to react before the trowel lodged itself ihroat.

  “You’ll die in pain for that, you hairy brute,” the woman’s voice came fiercely down. As the woman yelled, Alicia dropped her sword, clutg at the trowel buried ihroat as she staggered and fell off the stairs.

  Rufus moved forward, snatg up the dropped sword as he went. he led the to the final ptform. The st cage, and the woman i, were against the wall like all the others. The ptform was slightly lohan the one below, with some kind of ritual altar on the end. There were two figures standing in front of it. Rufus and Gary stepped onto the ptform first, while behind them Jason pulled a gold spirit from his iory and discreetly palmed it.

  The final two cultists had both removed their masks and hoods. The woman seemed much youhan Jason expected for someoh adult children. To Jason’s eyes she looked to be in her early thirties, no older than her son Landemere. She was beautiful, with the same olive skin and dark hair as her daughter. The mao her, by trast, in. In his ceremonial robes looked like a chartered atant at a e party.

  Despite his appearahe man quickly demonstrated his power was not to be dismissed. He threw out his arms and Rufus and Gary were both thrown back, smming into the wall. Glowing s emerged from the stoo around their limbs, binding them in pce. Jason, now the st o, looked nervously at the now helpless pair.

  “You’re still causing trouble,” the woman accused Jason. “First my son, now my daughter? They may have been worthless, but weren’t for the likes of you to kill.”

  “Not a lot of pictures up on your fridge, I’m guessing.”

  “SILEhe man roared. “You think you stop what I will do today? You think any of you stop me?”

  Whether due to the absurdity of the situation, the cussion or just pure adrenaline, Jason couldn’t take the man seriously. Even with the power he had just demonstrated, he just seemed like a petty little man who hated to be ignored.

  “Mate,” Jason said, “I don’t know if aold you, but you’re very melodramatic.”

  The man’s face fshed with fury.

  “You will bow before the magic of Darryl Caruthers, worshipping my name as I...”

  “Wait, wait, hold on,” Jason interrupted, holding up a hand. “Did you say your name was Darryl Caruthers?”

  “You have heard of my greatness!”

  “Sorry, mate, no. It’s just that Darryl Caruthers isly a high priest of evil kind of name.”

  “What?”

  Jasoured at the woman.

  “I mean, what's your name?”

  “I am Lady Cressida Vane,” she sneered.

  “See, now there’s a quality high priest name,” Jason said. “High Priestess Lady Cressida Vane. Just listen to it; you practically hear the tyranny.”

  “Stop babbling,” Darryl scolded. “This doesn’t…”

  “Why didn’t they put you in charge?” Jason asked Cressida, ign Darryl. He gave her a sympathetic look. “They didn’t want a woman in charge, did they?”

  Darryl’s face was starting to redden with anger.

  “That has nothing to do with…“

  “Oh, be quiet, Darryl,” Cressida spat out. “You and I both know who should be running things, but they refused to let a woman take a seat at the Red Table. If I was…”

  “Stop being hysterical, Cressida,” Darryl said.

  “Hysterical? I should…”

  her had noticed Jason edging closer from the momearted provoking them, or when he slipped the gold in his mouth as they turned on one another. Strength flowed through him, again, but this time joined by ping, cramping pain. It was too soon since he used the st , and his body aying the price. He fought through it and stepped between the bickering pair. They both looked at him in surprise as he shoved a hand out either side, one smming into each of them.

  The result was like firing them from a catapult. They both hurtled through the air horizontally, not even arg down with gravity before they smashed into the sides of the chamber. The sheer force crushed them into the hard stone, from which they tumbled down, out of sight.

  You have defeated [Blood Cult Leader].You have defeated [Blood Cult Leader].