The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Markos Amanodel: LXXXV

"We have to go." He replied. Completely waving away Alekzandr's question. Of course he isn't alright. He was owned, body.. Mind.. and soul. Herod threw the door open letting all of them file out. Markos reached over clutching his friend's side taking deep rapid breaths.

"You heard something. Didn't you?" He was thankful for Herod, he placed a hand on Markos's; shoulder it was comforting in a way. "Markos.. We.." He knew what Herod was talking about, those nights ago they talked about their shared experience with Ant'tran, now.. It just felt.. Closer. He nodded, holding up his right hand he unwrapped the cloth that surrounded it, makeshift gloves. "Oh.." Herod whispered. He didn't want to look at it but he knew he had to. The small black outline was oddly out of place regardless of his cultist past, his insane ramblings and strange history. It was in the shape of a black bar with three descending swirling lines. The mark of Cthulhu. 'Kinda boring.' Markos thought. 'I have a better one.'

"Yeah.. oh." Markos whispered happily. He felt a tad.. Warm? He'd never received a message from his god like this. Never had he received a favor so this would be interesting. "Any message?" He inquired looking over at Herod. The warlock smirked and nodded. Markos tried to look at his hand to see if he had any visible favors; nothing was there.

"I get replies, not visible favors, I'm a champion, Markos." Herod responded. "Now everyone." The warlock stood up holding his sword over his head. "I do believe we have some cultists to kill."

"Vestus." Alekzandr interrupted. "You look off, or.. Maybe upset, you look odd." The giant stood up with a somber expression on his face. Markos wondered if perhaps he was still dealing with the potential loss of Asher. "What did your god say?" Vestus began to chuckle, reaching behind him he pulled free an enormous great axe befit a giant.

"Hephestus said.. Deal with it." The giant responded cynically. His ugly face just started to smile, and he nodded like he couldn't even be angry with that response.

"H-hold on." Riu interjected a tad bit of concern on her tongue. "All.. of our gods responded?" The room paused, stopping Alekzandr burped in the middle of it all. "Do you have any idea how large of a threat it takes for that many gods to respond? We.. have no idea how massi-" Markos ran over to the door, every second they wasted here was time that could be better allocated at the actual fight.

"Let's go!" He screamed. The party ran for the door, Vaelle in tow behind them they had no idea how long these guys could be there so time was of the essence.

He Found himself staring at the new woman; Vaelle, trying to study her hazel eyes for ill intent. "I gave you directions, is there something you need?" The girl noticed while they ran.

"Uh, no. I just really don't trust cultists. Um.. which yeah bla bla, but yeah."

The girl clenched her teeth and nodded, like she had suddenly begun to think of it like him. "To be fair.." She whispered with a pursed lip, "I don't trust myself after all this either. I can understand.. But, do you not trust yourself?" Markos licked his teeth in irritation, he felt like that was obvious.

"Of course not, I make terrible decisions everyday, hell I started World war one." She had no reply.

It had just crossed afternoon, the location they were heading to was far further than he would have liked.

"I'm taking that, is the windmill?" Vestus asked. The site could only be described as an old fashioned windmill, made for farms and such, however this one looked to be crumbling; its large fans were now only exposed skeleton wood. The surface of the windmill looked cone shaped pushing into the sky roughly eighty feet high. Along the top were a series of windows. The grassy land was old and dry. It probably hasn't been watered in a fortnight. The building itself was falling apart covered in various insignias and other graffiti. It definitely looked like a meeting place for a cult. Old buildings like this often became overlooked by the guards as they would eventually give up throwing people out.