Bjorkus studies the vial alongside the other vial the doctor had given him.
"I'll take your word for it skinny", he rumbles.
You look around the 2nd floor until you reach a door which is carved with lines of prayers to Norgorber. Beyond the door, a narrow walkway encircles a wide stone lined pit just deep enough to trap a human. Mounted to the pit walls hang half a dozen pairs of iron manacles, all spattered with dried blood. Around the ledge, metal racks hold a bizarre array of vicious-looking torture implements, including barbed whips, bone chisels, metal piercing spurs, flasks with strange colored liquids, and coal-filled braziers.
The cultists of Norgorber obviously use this room to practice their torture techniques—their current victim lies tightly bound in chains laced with hooks in a coffin-shaped cage in the pit below. As with the prisoners, you recognize the Wormwood’s former quartermaster, Cut-Throat Grok, even without her arms and legs or ears and nose (all of which seem to have been expertly and surgically removed over the past several months). Grok has long since fallen into insanity from the horror and pain of the torture, and the Norgorberites seem to have for the moment suspended their work. For now, Grok is lost in a permanent state of catatonia and must be cared for lest she die of thirst or starvation—a task the torturers are disturbingly diligent about.
Bjorkus snorts in disgust.
"Harrigan... He's madder than we thought. Death is too good for that coward."
Zirul shakes his head slowly. "I have talents that I don't much use, Bjorkus, but this is going to be one of those cases where I think it's appropriate. I can do a surgical form of what Kal made happen earlier. The lizard thing. The way I look at it is its time for surgery. And for the one down there...I will do what I can. Some of the damage is irreparable, but I will do the best my abilities allow...And do much worse to Harrigan."
Fire-Kal roars in fiery-hot wrath at the cowardly monstrosities committed here.
You make your way up to the highest floor of Harrigan's fortress. As you reach the top of the final set of stairs, you enter what must be a guardroom. Occupying it currently is a tengu and two beautiful women with black feathered wings. "Looks like we have intruders sister. Well I never say no, to a few more souls that is." The tengu silently draws his weapons.
Opal will haste the party as per status quo.
Bjorkus flies into a rage.
"This is for Grok you sodding bastards!"
The bull steps forward and lays into the tengu.
All but the horns hit their mark opening up great gashes on the bird-man's body. He looks like he wants to fight at the bull but instead he steps around Bjorkus and throws a flurry of blades at Luthor!
One of the woman will try to cast a spell.
The other(E2) will arch at the bull-man hoping to take him down.
Enraged but still ever the lady's bull, Bjorkus gives the spellcasting woman a fierce backhand.
Zirul growls low. "Bad move, chicken man! Get the frying oil ready, Bjorkus!" The strange, highly muscled form of the charda allows him to move with unnatural grace, getting easily into position and striking hard at the bird man wailing on his allies.
And Zirul slices and dices the tengu into suitable portions.
Even shaken, Bjorkus continues to give the winged woman the tough lovin'.
Luthor steps forward and alabama-mans E2.
But all his strikes bounce off her firm yet supple skin.
Kal moves into the room and swings a thick wad of flame at the caster next to Bjorkus.
Opal will delay as her boys have this covered.
E1 will draw her sword and swing at Bjorkus.
E2 will do the same to Luthor.
But they both miss.
Bjorkus continues to lay the smack down on the winged women.
Zirul laughs loudly, swinging and biting out again, this time against E2. "Next order up! Chicken strips!"
Fire-Kal attempts to help with the "fried" part of the fried chicken order.
Kal hits with one of his strikes but even though she catches fire, it seems to do no harm.
The women continue to swing.
But they miss again.
Bjorkus frowns, he shouldn't have to tell a woman this many times.
Backhand, backhand, backhand.
And Bjorkus knocks her out!
Zirul growls loudly, shaking his head as he attacks the evil beastie again. "You're in the way!"
Kal steps up to get a clear view and fires a volley at her.
And despite everyone's best efforts, the winged woman still stands.
She attempts to cast a spell.
And she disappears.
Bjorkus pokes around the tengu's messy remains.
"Good work Skinny."
The bull continues through the northern door.