Zirul will nod in agreement. He also makes sure, at this point that his bully friend has his usual extract combo in hand. Zirul then gulp down one extract of his own.
Bjorkus tucks away the extracts he's given and gives Zirul a nod.
"Got it Doc."
The room to the east was obviously once a bedroom at one point but the furniture has long since moldered and rotted.
There's nothing of value in here.
"It's an odd place down here. I much prefer to stay above the water level...At least when we're not on a ship."
Four sets of double doors exit this vaulted chamber in the four cardinal directions. Ancient bloodstains mar the floor in several places.
"Yea, it's like a maze down here."
As the group pass by the statue, he will try to make some appropriate symbol out of respect to the goddess.
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Zirul looks to the group at his comrades, shrugging. "Soooo...much like a maze."
After making his sign, he feels a little better.
***
Burial niches containing skeletal remains line the south and east walls of this crypt. The northern side of this room is collapsed, burying a portion of the room in wet dirt and rock.
When Luthor opens the door, he hears a dreadful howling sound...
"You hear that?" Luthor says as he finds another dead end.
Zirul grimaces, hearing the noise. "We just keep making new friends..."
The crypt is only partially finished - the eastern walls contains carved burial niches, but the north and west walls remain rough-hewn stone. To the northwest the floor has subsided, allowing a pool of dark water to form.
When the party enters the room, skeletal figures burst from the burial niches with greatswords at the ready!
"Well this is new." Luthor walks up to D4 and punches it in the face.
Zirul makes his way over to D2, striking out with his teeth.
Zirul's fangs tear out a chunk of the undead's flesh leaving a nasty taste in his mouth.
Opal moves forward and magically speeds the party.
The skeletal undead rear back with their greatswords and attack the party.
One of them almost lands a deadly blow on Luthor but somehow his hat catches the worst of it.
Luthor struggles to keep his fist up as his very life essence is drained from him. But he powers through and focuses his rage on D4.
Resistances/Immunities & Special Abilities
Zirul growls low, spitting the vile taste from his lips as he digs into the nasty watery undead.
Luthor's stony fist makes short work of the first draugr, reducing it to a pile of bones and rotted flesh.
Zirul's claws and fangs rend his opponent badly but it remains standing.
Fire-Kal casts a spell, gathering electricity from the air to converge on the three undead.
As far as Opal can tell, it’s just a small non-magical shrine to Besmara.
***
Two of the undead are shocked by the electricity.
Opal fires off a some tiny arcs of lightning at the undead fighting Luthor.
Bjorkus catches the draugr’s blade and knocks it aside before answering with a series of furious blows.
The remaining skeletal undead hack and slash at Zirul and Luthor.
Kal's lightning continues to crackle and fizz as he retrieves a wand and moves up behind Luthor.
Zirul's bestial grace allows him to bob and weave out of the undead's reach as his claws and jaws once again seek to make a mess out of them.
Zirul’s claws finish off the draugr before him.
And several punishing blow from Luthor’s brass knuckles drop the last one.
Fire-Kal retrieves a scroll from his pouch and looks at it blankly for a few seconds. "Hey Opal," he says, in heavily-accented Common, "can you read this?"
Opal comes over and tries to recite the scroll on Luthor.
After waving the scroll around and muttering words in what sounds like four different languages, the scroll finally disappears in a puff of nothingness.
Fire-Kal touches Luthor's shoulder wounds with a wand, causing them to magically seal.
"Thanks." Luthor says to his two healers before heading further into the warehouse.
Zirul follows, keeping his eyes opened and prepared for any nastiness, flexing his claws in an attempt to release excess nervous energy.
Following the passage east, the party comes to a door built into a wall of worked stone. Based on Harrigan’s notes you’re now directly below Bonefist’s fortress. Luthor opens the door and leads the way into the next area.
Evenly spaced torches light this vaulted and irregularly-shaped subterranean chamber. Several doors provide egress from the room in different directions. However, before the party can determine a direction, the sound of a cannon being loaded diverts the party’s attention.
To the south, a monstrous construct with cannons for arms aims them at the intruding pirate crew.
The golem opens fire!
Fire-Kal somehow manages to whistle as Bjorkus remains standing after nearly being crushed into pulp from the cannonball. A moment later he's stepped up behind the bull and is trying to stanch the other's wounds.
Opal hastes the party after sending an anxious glance at the reloading golem.
Bjorkus spits up a mouthful of blood and gives Fire-Kal a pained look of appreciation before working himself into a frenzy and charging after the dangerous golem.
Luthor just blinks his eyes as a cannonball finds its way into his chest. He blinks even more as Bjorkus is hit by what seems to be the force of four cannonballs. Luthor rushes forward to support Bjorkus.
Luthor’s knuckles fail to dent the golem’s metal shell.
Zirul yells out loudly, "Water spells will stop the cannon from working! And heat metal will cause the cannon to backfire!"
The alchemist narrows the distance to the enemy, hoping to take chunk out of it.
Zirul's fangs similarly fail to damage the volatile construct.
The golem rears back to slam into the bull that damaged it.
But Luthor's shield deflects the blow.
The bleeding Bjorkus continues his furious assault.
Luthor stays where he is and lets loose with the punches.
Opal concentrates and begins to summon.
None of Luthor's attacks managed to break the golem's defenses and only two of Bjorkus's cause a dent.
Fire-Kal moves forward a step or two with a glowing frown. "Well... I don't know any spells that have to do with water, but let's try this..." he says in his fiery accent.
Zirul takes a step back, drinking down an extract and disappears from view.