"Well, we'd better go find out what that is... maybe we can find some who're more inclined to just surrender?"
"Not likely though I wouldn't have it any other way."
Luthor opens the door to find another enormous chamber dominated by a giant throne made of polished black stone.
Standing at attention in the center of the room is a paragon of cyclops kind. This truly massive brute has a physique that puts even Bjorkus to shame and wields a giant club. A single thick horn juts from his forehead.
"This is where you die intruders."
Luthor will move forward and the cyclops of steel.
Kal glances back the way the party came, and scratches his chin. "I thought we killed their champion..." he says in a low voice, meant only for his companions' ears.
Stepping back to make sure the others have room to maneuver, he calls down ice from the ceiling of the cavern.
The giant roars in frustration as he's pelted by the chunks of ice.
Opal sends a couple rays of lightening arcing towards the massive cycolpian warrior.
”The only one dying here is you”, Bjorkus threatens as he moves forward and resumes his warsong.
Chubwart sprints around the giant and brandishes his knives.
The giant grunts as Opal’s rays score his rugged hide.
The monstrous brute spins and glares at Chubs and with limbs slowed by Kal’s conjured icestorm, swats him with his massive club.
The giant connects, sending Chubwart flying across the chamber laying in a battered heap.
"Hey, no swatting our captain!" Luthor moves forward and gives him a knuckled punch.
Kal steps to the side for a clear shot and levels his bow at the giant, sending three arrows flying toward it in quick succession.
Bjorkus roars a challenge and stabs at the beast.
Chubwart climbs to his feet and charges back into the fray.
But the massive brute proves too clever and swats at the goblin again.
Opal fires another pair of shocking rays.
Opal's rays strike the massive cyclops in the chest and, with a groan, he crashes to the ground.
"You alright cap? You look pretty bruised. Kal, cap needs some attention." Luthor will search the chieftain for loot.
Beyond a loincloth that conceals little, the huge cyclops was carrying his giant club and a pair of potions.
"Bruised? I think that's a bit of an understatement, isn't it?"
Kal tsks and starts examining the captain's wounds, trying to close them as he goes.
"Now that cap is healed up, let's keep moving." Luthor will lead the group north.
Several statues and two ornate runic circles stretch along this rubble-strewn hall. Several exits have been blocked by a cave-ins, but a single open passage, its dusty floor marked with giant-sized footprints, leads eastward.
"Wonder why they'd leave caved in entryways in an inhabited complex like this one..." Kal ponders in a low voice.
Luthor just shrugs as he trudges along.
The domed ceiling of this chamber rises eighty feet overhead. In the center of the hall, a thirty-foot-high egg-shaped structure stands on the floor. Stone stairs climb the side of this domed structure, ending before a stone wall chiseled to resemble an immense eye, circled with strange runes glowing with an eldritch light. The stairs and eye are mirrored on the opposite side of the dome. Tiny stars roil across the top of the structure, their light projecting strange constellations on the ceiling overhead. Much of the northeast corner of the chamber lies in ruin, collapsed by obvious cave-ins, but three other exits remain—doors to the east and west, and a corridor leading southeast.
Dozens of crates fill this small storeroom, the air heavy with the smell of incense.
Most of the contents of this room are rotted or ruined beyond being useful but one crate is intact and contains a large bundle of herbs.
Kal recognizes this as Irthaval. It's a powerful hallucinogenic and, when smoked, has the added side effect of rendering the imbiber temporarily blind. There's 8 doses in the crate.
"Let's grab this on the way out." Luthor will open the door to the adjacent room.
Several urns, chests, and strange relics fill this ancient vault. They all seem born of a bygone age, ancient artifacts of a distant time.
Inside the party finds, a +3 net, a pearl of power (3rd level), a rod of wonder, a potion of neutralize poison, a scroll of divination, a wand of summon monster IV (23 charges remaining), a gold necklace worth 500 gp, an expensive vase worth 750 gp, nine pearls worth 100 gp each, and 2390 gold.
Luthor will pack whatever loot isn't claimed and will open the door directly west.
A wall of silent darkness looms past this solid brass door, obscuring and muting anything within.
There's nothing of value or interest inside except a permanent magical silent and darkness effect.
"Chubwart, can you see or feel anything in there? A secret door, perhaps?"
Chubwart pokes his head into the wall of darkness.
"Nope. Nothing!"
A large brass door provides access to this ruined hall, though an additional hole gapes in the northeast wall. Inside, much of the roof has long since collapsed and a garden of vegetation has taken root.
There's a number of herbs being cultivated here but nothing especially valuable or useful.
The architecture of this building is markedly different from others in the valley—it appears to have been built for human-sized occupants.
There's nothing of value or interest in here.
Smashed tables and chairs, all sized for giants, lie scattered about this building’s single, large room.
Within are a several assorted coins totaling 2500 gold.
The sharp tang of woodsmoke fills this building, where a giant fire pit set with roasting spits takes up the northern half of the room, positioned just below an open hole in the roof.
Four cyclops lean over a fire pit watching an unknown piece of meat sizzle and cook.
Luthor will move up and punch C4.
"Remember where they are!" exclaims Kal quickly. He waits only long enough for Chubs to fire his devastating bow, then darts forward and brings a mist into existence around Luthor.