Oh thank Norgorber. Grease. 

(...Grease only on the ground, obviously, not the big entangling vines. That'd be counterproductive.)

So, to be clear--

Prelate Hulrun has been around for a long time. And it's not like people haven't noticed that he causes problems. It's just that, on the edge of the Worldwound, it is really easy to solve more problems than you cause, if your fundamental thing is killing people, and you're good at it. 

Prelate Hulrun is very, very good at it. 

Under ordinary circumstances, there is absolutely no chance that a party of first-circle-and-equivalent adventurers would be able to take him down. Even when one of them is some kind of inexplicable starfish monster with more powers than any sane GM would allow. 

However...

He is not, in fact, recovered from the Nabasu Incident yesterday. 

Also Camellia has that one hex that makes you worse at resisting things. While Hulrun is in an Entangle and on a Grease. 

Words cannot express how not enough that would be if it weren't for the Nabasu thing. 

But the Nabasu thing did happen! ✧

After that it's mostly a matter of repeatedly hexing the inquisitors and shooting at them from outside of the Entangle. Two of Hulrun's subordinates nearly make it out of the Entangle-and-Grease area, but Camellia hexes their wills and then both go down to Slumbers, though from Ember or Dànpiàn isn't entirely clear. 

It would have been better if she had gotten to personally slice them open, of course, but Camellia does have some fraction of a survival instinct and she can recognize that trying to do that would have been much less likely to work. 

Ramien, entirely oblivious to Camellia's bloodthirst, sighs sadly over the bodies. 

"It's such a waste...Hulrun didn't understand what he was doing, and he ended up doing so much harm, but he sincerely believed that what he was doing was best, for the city and for the Worldwound defense as a whole." 

"I agree with you that it's sad. Because he was a person, and it's always sad when someone dies, and because he could have been useful killing demons. But at a certain point, you stop getting credit for believing you're doing the right thing when everyone is asking you to consider that you might be wrong and you refuse." 

"Hulrun would sooner have renounced his own Goddess than consider that he might be wrong." 

"He was less extreme, with Liotr around," Ramien points out. "It's just a shame he happened to be out of the city when this happened..."

"Hulrun on his best day wouldn't be worth pissing on if he were on fire." 

It's not that Lusilla agrees with Daeran, exactly, but: Hulrun set a child on fire, and doubled down when called out on it. The fundamental difference between her opinion of Hulrun and Daeran's is that she believes it's bad when bad things happen to people even when those people are completely awful, and Daeran is not actually unusual for failing to have come to this enlightened position yet. 

"Well," Dànpiàn stamps her walking stick against the ground, "he's a loss to the defenses of this city in the long run, I'm sure, but not as much as Terendelev is, and in the short term he was hanging around a hole, so no great loss." 

"He did kill a nabasu. And may have killed other demons that happened to wander by his position while he was stuck to the hole, and may have hunted down other demons between leaving the hole and assaulting the temple," Lusilla points out, out of a possibly-pathological need to be fair. 

"Hm. True. Still." 

"We should go back to the temple," Aranka pipes up. "Now that we're no longer in immediate danger from...him..." she glares at Hulrun's corpse. "...It should be safe to figure out if there's anything broken that we can put right." 

"We've been gone from the Defender's Heart for a while," if she's not going to follow up on Woljif's thing immediately then stopping to clean up one damaged building among hundreds can't really be a priority, even if that building is a temple. "People are probably starting to worry." 

"The Defender's Heart?" Ramien asks. 

Have they actually forgotten to explain that part to him this whole time. "It's where the Eagle Watch have set up, plus a whole bunch of civilians and us volunteers who are not formally part of the Eagle Watch but are doing what Irabeth says for the duration."

"Oh, marvelous. I don't know Irabeth very well personally, but her wife Anevia comes to our services regularly." 

Record screeching noise. 

"They're married? You can do that?"

He laughs. "In my experience, you can do most things, if you put your mind to it." 

"Wow, okay. Good to know."

"The three of us can handle things here," Aranka tells Ramien. "You go ahead with them. We'll catch up later."