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(QM: You hear see and overhear this as you and your companions stealthily close the distance to begin combat. All your rolls above will apply in the ensuing round once combat begins)
There are a large crowd of construction workers ahead. You see now that both of your assumptions were correct - in the worst possible way. The crowd appears to comprise of a mix of both construction workers who have abandoned tunnel engineering, as well as rioters and trespassers who have looted and donned respirators, goggles and ear protection, the overalls and bright uniforms of this strange underground tunnel cult. A cult that worships the Great Wyrm of the MAGUS...
One amongst the group has stepped forward. He is penitent, kneeling voluntarily before the crowd and mob. You can see First Aid Kits and healing supplies scattered around him. Some of the crowd encircle him - they are carrying heavy sledgehammers, pneumatic drills, jackhammers...
I have failed you, brothers! I did not know! We had the Chosen One in our grasp... she fought us... but we eventually... subdued her. We placed her upon the sacred Wheel Throne... We were bringing her to you, O Great Voivoda! And we merely stopped to gather more supplies, to replenish the strength of our brethren... but all of a sudden a grotesque obese bald demon appeared, this demon slapped me very hard in the face, spat upon me and belched vile yellowish (custard?) bile upon me... I was blinded, utterly helpless! And when I came to my senses the Chosen One had escaped! All hope is lost! For only she could satisfy the hunger of the Devouring Leviathan, the Great Wyrm Lotan, whose song shakes heaven and earth, who will rise from the Abyss to swallow the Sun and Moon! All hope is gone! I deserve to die! Grant me death...!
The leader amongst the Stranded Sons, the one addressed as Voivod, places a gentle hand upon the shoulder of the kneeling penitent. Behind the Voivod, you can see a churning, revolving cauldron amidst banks of industrial generators. The Voivod is holding a strange pneumatic hose with a pressurised jet nozzle in his hand. He says kindly -
The Great Wyrm hears and hungers for your repentance. Arise and receive the Eternal Breath of Lotan, and live forever with the Devouring Earth...
The pressurised jet erupts with a ceaseless torrent of high velocity shotcrete. The Penitent ecstatically spreads his arms to receive the wet deluge of grey sludge. When the churning Cauldron Of Lotan stops, there is only a grey statue of a man encased in stone remaining, anchored to the earth. The mob descends upon the unmoving statue, sledge and jackhammer in hand, breaking him apart.
