"Your right we must hurry no telling what the others might be facing. Hopefully we don't run into more of those things" Vendric motions to the pile of burning flesh that was once the golem.
"Look like you had no trouble with it." Iolar comments as she follows the others inside.
You go back inside and head through the entry hall and through the stone doors to the north.
A tiled mosaic on the floor in the center chamber is obscured by a pool of fresh blood, with a gory trail heading off toward the east. A heavy scent of copper hangs in the air.
In the chamber to the left, several elven corpses are strung up along the walls, pools of blood congealing beneath their feet. It appears their throats have been cut. Along the north wall, an ancient elven statue stands, but it's skin has been painted black and its face carved into a cruel scowl.
To the right, set into the north wall is a black pillar of stone, carved with hundreds of wicked symbols. A flicker of purple light pulses from these runes, traveling up and down the pillar's length. In front of the pillar is a prayer rug made of blood-soaked paper.
Iolar scowls more deeply as she looks at the hanging elves. "By fang and claw, sword and arrow, fire and lightning, we'll have our revenge."
"Do not touch the pillar. It may contain foul magic. Quickly now let us keep going. Lothan, Vendric, stand ready." She moves to the second set of double doors, and if no one dissents pushes {or pulls} them open.
The smell of blood hits Vendric first stirring his feral sides bloodlust, but after seeing the grisly sight he snaps back to normal. "Perhaps this is where they created that flesh golem." He wonders aloud as he tries to identify the glowing symbols or any arcane need for what he's seeing.
He then faces the doors as Iolar gets ready to open the doors ready to face another abomination,
Witnessing the gory scene before him, "Okay, these freaks are insane. They need to be taken down. Like, taken straight to Hell down."
"Do not touch the pillar. It may contain foul magic. Quickly now let us keep going. Lothan, Vendric, stand ready." She moves to the second set of double doors, and if no one dissents pushes {or pulls} them open.
"Oh I'm ready. You just pop those doors open so we can let death rain upon these dark <bleep>." He nocks an arrow and prepares to fire on the first sign of an enemy.
You can't tell what god this altar is for, nor what the symbols mean.
When you open the doors, a horrid scent of decay wafts over you. A hole in the wall on the opposite side of the room leads outside. Ancient tables covered in arcane implements stand on either side of a faintly glowing circle scribed into the floor. The contents of the circle are a mystery, as thick black smoke fills the interior from floor to ceiling.
On one side of the room is a hideous creature that looks like a cross between a man and a giant vulture. It is surrounded by a cloud of spores.
Round 1
It immediately charges at Iolar and cuts her with its claw .
Vendric tries to identify the circle then the strange creature.
He then sends two bombs at the thing. Making sure the blast won't hit Iolar.
He then quickly poisons his claw with Drow poison as he takes a five foot step next to Iolar.
"Or possibly this freakish bird thing!" Lothan cries as he immediately fires away at the abomination.
Iolar recoils reflexively from the slashing claws, too late! She staggers back with three bloody furrows in her arm. Instinctively she begins calling on Gozreh and Nethys for aid.
Round 1
Vendric lobs a couple bombs at the creature, causing some minor burns. All of Lothan's arrows bounce off of the monster's hide.
Zoltan imbues the party with extra speed. Iolar begins summoning.
Round 2
The creature attacks Vendric in a flurry of claws and talons and teeth, cutting open the alchemist with a couple of large scratches
"Crap!" Lothan yells, ticked off at the fact he can't hit the broad side of a barn. Nevertheless, he continues his assault, hoping he can maybe hit the thing at least once.
Round 2
Zoltan showers the vrock with glitterdust, blinding and illuminating the creature. Lothan fires more shots, and this time, three of the arrows draw blood.
Round 2
Vendric steps back and tosses two more bombs . Iolar summons a dire boar that advances and gores the vrock , and then begins summoning again. Just like Zoltan said, none of these attacks seem to be hurting the demon as much as they should.
Round 3
The vrock lets out a piercing screech and recovers from its blindness.
Round 3
Covering his ears from the terrible screeching, Lothan takes aim. "Blessed weapons?! Who the crap has those?!" he asks rhetorically and frantically as he continues his assault.
Round 3
Iolar and Vendric become to stunned to act. Zoltan uses glitterdust again and the vrock becomes blinded. Lothan fires more arrows and three more pierce the demon's skin. The large board thrusts its tusks forward and tears vulture-lik creature's flesh .
Round 4
The demon flails about blindly, hitting the boar twice .
"Crap this thing is NEVER going to die," Lothan complains as he relentlessly continues to fire away.
The boar backs and charges again, tusks slashing.
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Dire Boar (Daeodon) CR 4
N Large animal
Init +4; Senses low-light vision, scent; Perception +12
Defense
AC 15, touch 9, flat-footed 15 (+6 natural, –1 size)
hp 50 (5d8+20) +8 (AS)
Fort +7 +2 (AS), Ref +4, Will +2
Defensive Abilities ferocity
Offense
Speed 40 ft.
Melee gore +10 (2d6+11)
Statistics
Str 27, Dex 10, Con 21, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 8
Base Atk +3; CMB +12; CMD 22
Feats Improved Initiative, Skill Focus (Perception), Toughness
Ferocity (Ex) A creature with ferocity remains conscious and can continue fighting even if its hit point total is below 0. The creature is still staggered and loses 1 hit point each round. A creature with ferocity still dies when its hit point total reaches a negative amount equal to its Constitution score.
Environment temperate or tropical forests
A typical adult daeodon is 10 feet long and 7 feet tall at the shoulder. It weighs approximately 2,000 pounds.
Even in her mind-numb state, Iolar recognizes the feeling of comforting magic. She shakes her head to clear it, but still stares vacantly around.
Lothan fires more arrows, all of them impaling the demon, one of which goes through an eye socket and out of the back of its head. The demon drops dead.
As the demon dies, "Freaking yeah!" Lothan exclaims, giving a high fist pump. "Crap I was thinkin' that thing was never gonna die." Lothan takes a moment to catch his breath as he finds a seat for at least a few moments. "Alright, who's hurt?" he asks as he wipes the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
As the demon dies, "Freaking yeah!" Lothan exclaims, giving a high fist pump. "Crap I was thinkin' that thing was never gonna die." Lothan takes a moment to catch his breath as he finds a seat for at least a few moments. "Alright, who's hurt?" he asks as he wipes the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
"I am fine, thanks to Zoltan." Iolar replies as she flies up toward the hole in the far wall of the demon's room.
Zoltan exhales loudly: "A demon... Those are powerful enemies we're making!"...
"More powerful than our allies, apparently," rejoins Iolar as she looks outside. "They should have been here by now."
The elf looks through the hole into the space beyond.
The hole leads outside and you realize you've reached the northern entrance to the academy Eviana spoke about. There's no sign of Kaerishiel or Shalelu and their groups.
You don't remember anything else about vrocks. You know that demons are chaotic evil creatures of the Abyss.
"No sign. Let's check that door to the west."
Iolar dips and flies to the western door. Unfazed by her experience opening the last door, she waits for the others to approach and opens the door.
"Sounds good to me." Lothan moves over to the west door with the others, his bow ready to fire on anything that remotely looks like a bad guy.
Vendric readies for a bomb barrage if what ever is on the ther side is hostile.
"I hope what ever is behind door number 2 is a lot better than the first one."
Iolar opens the western door.
As you enter the west area, the dead elves slip from their chains and attack you.
Initiative: Iolar/Zoltan, zombies, Vendric/Lothan
Caught short by the rush of undead, Iolar beats with her staff at the lead zombie as she steps back out of the way.
Lothan, Vendric, stand back! Let the boar attack!
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Edit: ....
Round 1
Iolar bashes a zombie, doing minimal damage. She retreats and hit by two pairs of bludgeoning limbs. Zoltan tosses a flaming sphere in the middle of the zombies, and one of them starts burning.
Some zombies shuffle forward and one attacks Lothan and misses.
As Lothan dodges out of he way, "Whoa there, buddy!" He then takes a step back and aims for the eye socket of the undead abomination.
Round 1
Lothan and Vendric move back and fire projectiles. Lothan destroys a zombie with two arrows. Vendric shoots a bolt and it imbeds itself in another zombie, but doesn't do any damage. The boar gores one of the dead elves and it explodes into several chunks.
THe boar wades forward, tusks scything. ....
Iolar calls down lightning.
(Reflex DC 17 for half damage) 5 left
Round 2
Iolar zaps a zombie and Zoltan burns down one with his flaming sphere.
The remaining five zombies move forward.
Lothan continues to fire at the mindless zombies.
Vendric tries to throw some bombs in the centre of the zombies.
One landing in I2 and the other in H2 a reflex for any still caught in the blast for half of 11 DC 21 blast radius of 10 ft
Round 2
Vendric and Lothan destroy the rest of the zombies.
You open the door and look into a long chamber with raised seating on opposite sides of a long pool of water. The pool has a brightly colored rim, and the water within ripples and splashes as waves travel from one end to the other in an endless current. The seats on either side are populated by dozens of decaying, dripping elves corpses, most of which seem to have been crushed and twisted by some great force. A flight of stairs ascends to the remnants of what may have been a wooden balcony that overlooked the room, but now all that remains of this long-crumbled upper floor are a few stone supports.
Iolar looks sadly at the elven bodies. Rest, poor unfortunates, rest.
[b]"How did the drow kill so many without a fight? And where is Shalelu? She should have been here."