Teh golem ignores the lightning altogether, but the skulk in the way doesn't like it. Its hairs standing on end and its body shaking.
Abomentolor is pissed. "Great magic is not working on that one." he concludes as he remembers fighting that kind in the past.
As those annoying things shoot only Jimmy and he seems to be fine Abomentolor decides to keep shooting scorching rays.
That is just enough to kill the one Gwenhwyfar roasted already.
Jimmy heals himself again, and attacks the next skulk.
The one who stands in front of Jimmy takes the slash in stride. But this time he steps back to shoot again.
Gwenhwyfar puts a slumber hex on the skulk closest to Jimmy.
Tauriell keeps shooting, in hopes to end this one threat before that tin can does something painful.
The skulk in front of Jimmy falls asleep. Another one gets the pincushion treatment. One skulk speaks a prayer and a halberd made of force appears next to Gwenhwyfar.
The golem springs into action and moves to Jimmy.
Jimmy deftly avoids the Golem before stepping to put the skulks between him and the golem. He heals himself and concentrates on activating his shard.
Abomentolor keeps burning skulks.
Abomentolor kills the wounded skulk. The other two skulks move in on Gwenhwyfar. Stuck between the two Gwenhwyfar is seriously wounded.
Gwenhwyfar stares ice cold daggers at one of the skulks.
Tauriell shoots even more arrows, with the magically gained speed.
The one skulk next to Gwenhwyfar freezes in palce. The other one is felled by Tauriell's arrows.
This leaves only the iron man as a combatant. But it glitches and babbles incoherent stuff without moving any further.
"Let us leave this stupid metal thing and those... whatever they are and move on. I can seal the way." Abomentolor suggests.
Gwehnwyfar agrees and moves out. "Jimmy, come before that giant blender hurts you and you don't get away."
Tauriell hurries out too. "It's a waste of good preparation to let those skulks get away, but I too feel no urge to fight this metal golem."
Abomentolor moves out last after Jimmy left too and walls up the entrance. "It's not indestructible, but it will last a while. At least if that stupib golem doesn't try to run through it."
Not far away is the room wher ethe golem came from . This room contains wooden tubs, stone vats, and all the equipment necessary to brew beer, including a large copper kettle and an enclosed cast-iron stove, both connected to the ceiling by wide metal pipes. The equipment has been fitted with strange alchemic implements, including a tall keg that has been split in half vertically and resembles an upright wooden coffin.
"Did someone notice, that this direction is a dead end?" Tauriell comments, now that she looks around the room they ended up in.
"Oh, f%*+ it."
"I can magic us all out of here. Either into the right corridor, or back to the surface. Whatever you like best." Gwenhwyfar tells.
"How about we stay here? At least it is peaceful here." Tauriell comments sarcastically.
"No. I'm not sitting here." Gwenhwyfar protests, grabs hold of her companions and moves them somewhere else.
In the dim light of the room with the strange people and the golem, you can see that the golem is not very selective about who it is attacking, as the strange people are grinded to a bloody pulp.
The junction itself is dark.
Abomentolor walls up the corridor towards the golem. "I hope this time it's no dead end."
"Let us find out." Gwenhwyfar states and walks east.
As the corridor has fallen completely dark with the new wall Tauriel mumbles "Some light would have been nice." while putting down her backpack to retrieve her continual flame tiara.
"Here wear this." she tells Abomentolor and puts it on his head, as her's is already occupied.
"Wanna make me the target?" Abomentolor grins. [b]"So be it."(/b] The gnome hurries to get in front of Gwenhwyfar.
The first door you come across is a stone door crusted with ice. If the door is locked you can't tell, but the ice has built up enough that the door is held shut by that.
Gwenhwyfar looks at Jimmy. "Shall we open that?"
Abomentolor throws himself at he door. "As if we ever lef tsomething uninspected!"
On Abomentolor's sencond try the ice breaks and the door swings open. The air in this room is quite cold, and frost cakes the floor, ceiling, and walls. At the four corners of the room stand ice statues of four very long-haired humans, two men and two women, whose arms are outstretched along the walls. Several crates and barrels lie stacked against the room’s walls.
The statues turn their heads towards the intruder.
"Hehe." Abomentolor laughs, as ICE people turn towards HIM. Most stupid idea ever. he thinks, as he takes a step back and lights up the whole room in a huge fireball.
The four ice people melt into a large puddle of water as they move towards Abomentolor and into the fire. But Abomentolor stands too close and is caught in the blast.
Abomentolor dodges most of the blast and his fire resistances shields most of the rest. "Totally worth it." he tells as he forms a gun with his hand and blows the smoke from his finger.
The crates and barrels in this room contain frozen meat and other perishables.
"Looks like a nice idea to keep your food fresh, but how would you get to eat it if you have to fight those ice figures, every time you enter the room?" Tauriell asks, wondering. "If we stay longer we could have a barbecue."
"No time for eating. There is more burning waiting..." Abomentolor tells and turns back to the corridor leading south.
Another corridor forks off to the east, but that corridor is a dead end. The wall at which it ends seems to be of newer date than the rest of the walls.
"Meh." Abomentolor states and turns back to the main corridor and goes south. To the next door .
The door to the room is not locked. What is found in the room is also susceptible to fire. A faint smell of seasoned birch and a stronger musty smell of dust permeate this room, where large stacks of lumber, together with heaps of billets, boards, and charcoal are stored. A layer of dust covers everything here.
Tauriell follows with the others at a distance. "It's nice to have that little guy do all the work, isn't it."
"Seems to be a thing with little people. Remember Niamh doing the same in the Lady's Light?" Gwenhwyfar comments.
"It's just the lack of initiative in big people." Abomentolor teases the ladies.
Then he moves on to the west, and the north, into the room with the water.
This room features a twenty-foot-diameter circular cistern filled with water. A five-foot-wide walkway rings the cistern, while above, a single narrow hole leads up to the surface.
"Any second now..." Tauriell tells, as she watches the surface of the water, the bow at the ready.
"Or not." Abomentolor objects. He looks around, if there is anything of interest, or a trigger of kind.