Nodding at Silas' comment, Hecktor drops both weapons and grabs his scythe.
Lucanor glowed, his body mending even as he put himself into the fray... at least in a way. His blows slash, but are meant more to drive the foe into Hecktor's stronger wake
Gilmork nears Hecktor before he swings and casts a spell defensively.
Silas saw the big man switch to his scythe and called out his approval, "That's the right idea Hecktor. You'll make sure work of them I'm sure, even if they are made of tallow!"
Something about his confidence rubs off on Hecktor, helping him swing his scythe in the solid assurance of his technique and skill.
Flames of purple, grey, and orange pound against the blue waxen figure.
*1.5: 9
*1.5: 7
*1.5: 6
The blue flame attacked the green wax golem.
*1.5: 9
*1.5: 9
Jaxom releases another blast of fire that shoots up from the very stones before arcing down amongst the the golems.
*1.5: 33
*1.5: 16
Jaxom hits the microwave button to full auto and soon the Wax Golems are sizzling puddles of tallow.
The Wax Golems were guarding several magical items
Feeling the strain, Silas suggests "Lets try and rest in the refuge again?" As an afterthought he adds, "These candles might come in handy, well actually maybe only this one." He shows them the candle of clean air, "It's suppose to drive away toxic vapours. The other one is keyed to more pious folk than us. No offence Luc, I know you serve Iomeade well in an irregular fashion."
"Refuge is good, and no offense taken," He says looking at the other candle wistfully, "For once I wish I were more traditional in some outlooks."
"It's not something you should worry about as much Lucanor. You serve Iomedae well enough, I'd like to think we make our divine patrons proud."
Gilmork says before looking at the room further.
"I'd wonder why this room wasn't raided before? Either they didn't need these candles or wanted to not let it fall in other people's hands? This is assuming these tallow golems were created by Drazmorg and his puppets, I could be wrong there."
"Let's head to that refuge, hopefully we can get some sleep."
The party returns to the safe space under the statue on the floor above this one. Their rest is once again untroubled (you guys did take the Staff of Healing right?)
When Hecktor wakes again, he stretches his arms.
"*Yawn*....oh my, that did me some good.
We've just the mystery door to get past, don't we..."
Jaxom casts Darkvision on himself, Lucanor, and Gilmork. Then he casts Protection from Evil on himself and Hecktor, the two that he was most worried about being suborned by evil magic.
Waking up weirdly energised after a night of peculiar dreams, Silas prepares as best he can. "I'm not sure what were gonna face in there Hecktor, but I'll try to be there by your side. Know that I'm rooting for ya and I'll be cheering your scythe work on!"
The party moves down into the lowest level, as they arrive at the bottom of the stairs, a voice speaks to them from the room beyond
Go back. Turn away from this task before you are broken and forced to join my army. You have no power compared to that of Drazmorg the Undying.
Lucanor had odd dreams himself, dreams of dark gates and strange symbols that threatened to swallow all... still, he wakes restored.
"Thanks," He tells Jaxom as the spell is cast upon him.
When they get to the door, Lucanor nods at Silas' suggestion, and casts the Deathward blessings.
The party moves down into the lowest level, as they arrive at the bottom of the stairs, a voice speaks to them from the room beyond
Go back. Turn away from this task before you are broken and forced to join my army. You have no power compared to that of Drazmorg the Undying.
Lucanor ignores the warning
Gilmork nods to the others and whispers.
"Well it seems this is it, let me deliver the blessings of nature before we head further in."
"I'll see what's what, hopefully I won't be noticed."
WOW.
Gilmork and Lucanor cautiously creep forward silently and with the Darkvision given to them by Jaxom spot several creatures lying in wait attempting to ambush the party!
One of the figures looks very familiar...Sharvaros Vade himself waits. However his features are gaunt and skeletal...It seems like his wife, Vade has succumbed to the lure of undeath.
The other creatures have the look of undead about them, but Lucanor recognizes them as foul experiments with corpses, they are Flesh Golems.
Lucanor makes a motion with his hand, indicating the others to slow their approach, and whispers low back to them, "Ambush ahead. Vade has joined the undead too. And golems, lots of flesh golems. Do not use lightning on them. Just heals em up. Damn near immune to magic. Fire slows em a bit I think. "
"I doubt they are immune to falling into a hole. Hecktor, perhaps of you drew them into the hallway to confront you, I could drop the floor from beneath them?"
"Sure thing, Jaxom."
Upon hearing the news Silas grimaces as if he'd eaten something incredibly sour, "Ugh that's gonna call for brute force. Sure try the pit trap by all means, divide and conquer they say. But the conquer bit I'm thinking about we've gotta dispatch em still!" He starts whistling a marching tune.
When the time comes, Silas flexs and grunts to Hecktor, "Lets do this! Time ta make dem squeel, like piggies!"
A change had come across him, a certain coarseness along with bulging muscles and a faint green tinge to his skin.
Before the group opens the door, Hecktor takes something from his pack.
"My friends, now might be good a chance as any, to have a sip of this special brandy. Who knows what will lie in waiting behind those doors.
I say, one gulp for our successes in an adventure so far, for we might not see the morning."
[Insert party frowns]
"Don't take me for a pessimist, however, as i plan to return to Almas.
I'm just saying it's been an adventure i'm glad to have been a part of, and this is a toast to it."
Standing 10' away Silas could smell the brandy, well being honest it was more like paint thinner. Once he would have welcomed the oblivion the bottle offered, but no more. That last time in Almas had been too much. 'Ahh fair Almas, city by the sea. Though the barmaids may shed a tear, I shall never again walk your streets. For tonight I go to rid the world of an ancient evil. Mayhap it will cost my soul. A fair bargain.'
With a wry smile, Silas mimes having a toast although doesn't partake. Sounding chipper, he tells the others, "Lets get the party started! Hecktor's got the booze I see. Word has it all the cool kids are thataway!" He points in the direction Gilmork and Lucanor scouted.
Lucanor didn't frown much himself, having a history of seeing things go from worse to terrible, "You've all been good friends and fine allies. We don't always see eye to eye, but sometimes, when I lost faith... not in my goddess, but in people, I just looked around you lot and realized there were a lot of fine ones who for their own reasons, were always trying to make things better." "Iomedae willing, may we see that tomorrow. If not, well, can't think of finer folks to spend my last day with. Cheers and blessings."
"You are the heroes of the Vale. My queen would not grant her favor to those she believe will fail. Take heart, valiant Hecktor, we will throw down these ghouls into utter ruin."
He salutes the party with an uncorked potion and tosses it back.
"And if we succeed, your queen has one corruptive worry less.
I can imagine her being happy with that, no undead blight in the forest."
"Their presence here does her Court no favors. I doubt even the Winter Court would back the Tyrant."
Hecktor strides forward
Round 1
Silas
Jaxom
Flesh Golems
Vade
Gilmork
Hecktor
Luc
With a quiet undertone of menace Silas drawls, "And so it begins. Always two there are, a master and an apprentice. I never thought you'd be the apprentice... We tried to save you Shavros, but you were too wrapped up in your own misery to notice. Once I think you would have been horrified by your fate. You chose the wrong side Shavros and now you shall pay for it!"
Silas heckles him, "Oh what's that? Got something to say? Talk to the hand, the face aint listening."
He presents his hand forcefully as if warding him away, and suddenly there are multiple Silases!
When two golems enter into the intersection, Jaxom will drop the floor by creating a spike pit. [DC: Reflex 21]
Round 1
Silas inspires his allies and casts a Spell.
Jaxom readies an action...
Flesh Golems
Red engages Hecktor
Blue and Green move to engage Hecktor and Jaxom tries to trap them in a hole. +2 both Golems plummet down to the bottom of the spiked trap.
Vade moves forward and makes some Arcane Gestures, Black Tentacles spring forth and grab at Hecktor, Lucanor and Gilmork All three heroes are Grappled and take damage.
Gilmork [grappled]
Hecktor [grappled]
Luc [grappled]
Round 2
Silas
Jaxom
Flesh Golems
Vade
Gilmork
Hecktor
Luc
Jaxom frowns. Vade would be a problem. He touches the quickening rod, calling to the realms beyond.
Four globes of light appear in the air above the pit.
They begin to lash Vade with beams of light.
Jaxom shouts a word to make Gilmork Greased.
If the other golems try to climb out.