"Hmmm. This is some kind of devil-elemental. So..."
The scanderig annoyingly stays in the same plane as Alwyn.
Demiarchos pounces on the new arrival.
Demiarchos clamps his jaws on the forge-fiend's leg and tried to pull it over, but the creature clearly has a low centre of gravity and keeps its feet.
Elisile stumbles away to d9.
"This thing can spit fire and molten rock. Spread out."
On her turn, Sefayll will heed the cleric's advice and step back around the corner. At least she can watch for threats behind them...
I think the forge fiend gets its turn ahead of Enga.
The creature lurches forwards and, as Alwyn predicted, spews molten slag from its giant belly-mouth over Alwyn and Enga.
Enga takes the full brunt of the molten metal spew in the face. It melts and warps her scales, leaving hideous black scarred patterns, but the enraged kobold seems to ignore the grievous wounds and, gurgling a war cry, stabs at the forge fiend with her spear.
Enga thumps the fiend with her spear.
Demiarchos chomps on the creature. It seems unaffected by his fiery breath, but the teeth still manage to do some damage.
Surely a creature of fire and slag would find cold an anathema. Too bad I prepared nothing of that nature.
Drawing a wand, Sefayll moves and levels the magic implement at the scanderig.
Eligible wipes vomit from her lips , steps away , then spins and fires her bow rapidly at the forge fiend.
Illes recovers and edges along the wall. "Hey Hudak? How much meat you think we could smoke in that thing? That's the kind of souvenir a tribe will appreciate!" With a pass of one hand the bard slicks the floor under the walking furnace.
The creature teters, but keeps to its feet. It plunges back into the wall and disappears.
Elisile lowers her bow.
“I assume the thing will be back,” she says. “We’d best stay alert – and move on.”
"Those are reputed to move through stone like you move through water. It could come from any direction."
Illes scowls, "If the damned thing is more than a construct it is probably reporting to Mokmurian now."
The group head off down the only exit. The corridor extends for about thirty feet before opening into another larger chamber. Runes are carved in bands along the walls, which is unnervingly lit by a reddish glow from the slowly burning flames in a shallow firepit in the center of the room. An immense iron cauldron, its side emblazoned with an etching of a seven-pointed star, stands above these flames. Smoke rises from the cauldron’s unseen bubbling contents, and a halo of human bones and fragments of what might be dried flesh lie scattered around the cauldron’s three-pronged base. A stone statue, twelve feet tall, stands sentinel in a corner.
Camlo looks at the room in awe, then looks around more carefully for danger.
The wizardress casts a dweomer to detect magical auras and looks around, focusing on the area around the statue first.
"Disturbing. Ignore it for now, though. We can deal with it after killing Mokmurian."
As Alwyn speaks, the stone statue grinds into life. It is a hideous things, with a skull face and runes glowing blue carved into its forehead.
Sefayll mutters, "And that is precisely why I chose to study it."