Once the purple worm has done its dirty work Hazreem wastes no time here dismissing the purple worm, knowing it would suffer terribly in the heat of this place.
As the crystal cottage reveals itself Hazreem nods, "This must have been where the sorcerer we fought lives, or lived actually. We should make sure no surprises remain."
Hazreem is a bit surprised to see the genie (or perhaps a devil?) here. "Nice to meet you Nathan. Care to tell us why you are here first?"
The crystal cottage is a secure shelter but otherwise there are no surprises there.
Nathan shifts his weight a bit on the couch. "I'm an esteemed guest of Jhavhul. But this fake entertainment gets boring. Do you bring anything interesting to my abode?"
Ohrmizd floats on hi carpet, a few feet above the crystal floor, arms crossed as he regards the glabrezu with calm authority "Yes, I bring news, Jhavul is dead, and with him, all pacts and promises binding you to this place are broken. You may thank us or not, but the wise choice now would be to return to your native plane and trouble this world no more"
He points the place the party is coming from, to make clear they come from Jhavhul's chambers, so the demon understand they have had to face him by sure.
"Hehe. His fancy plans spoiled. That is indeed an interesting turn of events. HehehahaHAHAHA! You've made my day." Nathan responds.
"On your way out be careful not to step into the lava trap in one of the next rooms."
With that he turns to his stale fake entertainment again with a chuckle. It seems the conversation is over from his perspective.
While the laughter coming from Nathan was interesting, his curiosity got the better of Heshan.
"If you don't mind, could you tell us how you became associated with the recently deceased Jhavhul in the first place?"
Omari hisses a question at Ohrmizd "You recognize it, what is this thing?"
"A demon" Ohrmizd exhales at last "It is a demon!"
"And I know what you are going to say, we cannot leave it here!" the Kheleshite charges in "Vanish back to your plane or die!"
"Uncool." Nathan replies and vanishes.
Hazreem grimaces, "Did it actually follow your command or did it simply teleport elsewhere?"
"Or just turn invisible..."
Omari sets Khedron to sniffing about, letting the great elks sensitive nose look for trouble.
Hazreem grimaces, "Did it actually follow your command or did it simply teleport elsewhere?"
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Ohrmizd on the other hand knows that the demon has no abilities that would allow it to return to its home plane.
"It was just a question..." with a sigh, Heshan held onto his rod to help him find the demon.
Nothing to see there - even for Heshan.
"I suspect we haven't heard the last of that one..." comments Omari drily. With nothing else to do, he searches the demon's room
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Properly searching this cave you fid everything here is fake. Permanent images creating the illusion of a livid room. The corpses, the food, the prisoners, nothing is real. It is only bare stone.
"That demon may have fled to a different area, probably to spring an ambush on us." Hazreem warns, "We should be careful. He did mention a lava trap ahead."
"Or he was an illusion just of itself. That type of demon does not have any means to return to its plane, other than killing him" Ohrmizd looks up a bit worried.
After some search, he shrugs and moves on, accepting Hazreem suggestion "Ok, let's go check those pillars to the west then"
Omari trails after Ohrmizd, mounted on Khedron. He keeps a sharp eye out for the promised lava trap (hoping to spot it and perhaps trigger it safely...)
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There is a fancy door at the passage to the next cave . Rich silks hang from the walls of this chamber. A lush violet carpet runs between a double row of engraved brass columns that lead across the room to another stone door to the northwest. A guardian made of brass stands in front of that one. And It looks like your appearance triggered it.
Ohrmizd halts as the brass guardian stirs, but raises a hand in a calm, open gesture rather than reaching for a weapon.
"Hey! Good day, tin guardian" he says evenly, his tone steady with curiosity "You wouldn't happen to know what's behind that door, would you?"
"You are not allowed to enter!" the guardian hollers back. "You will be removed."
"Oh, I am pretty sure we are allowed to enter. We are the owners of this place now" Ohrmizd raises his voice annoyed "We have killed Jhavhul. Your commands have been replaced, you will serve us now"
He raises the shield, expecting the answer.
"As for reference... who exactly is allowed into those chambers?" Heshan asked sheepishly as he made sure to stand behind Ohrmizd.
The brass golem isn't in a talky mood and charges.
"Pretty sure WE are not on that list..." Hazreem mutters under his breath.
As the golem charges the group Hazreem flies out of its reach, "Called that one...Anyone know how to damage this thing?"
"Just hit it hard!" Ohrmizd shouts back as he readies to receive the charge.
"I would rather work with as little energy as possible." With his experience with golems in the past, Heshan decided to restrain the construct first. An array of tentacles popped underneath the golem in an attempt to restrain it.
The golem is not slowed by the tentacles. It charges at full speed and attacks with an overhead swing o fthe large falchion.
Hazreem, after shifting his shape to a larger size, moves to fly in and hammer the golem!
"Ouff, that hits hard!" Ohrmizd tries to hold the golem raising his shield, and outflanks it with Hazreem air elemental doing blades above and below while activating bane.
Hazreem finds that the metal the golem is made of makes fine armor, and that he is not able to penetrate it. Ohrmizd with all his goddes support manages to cut into the metal at least once, before all his other swings glide off too.
Omari slides off Khedron's back and starts shooting...
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Khedron, Omari having dismounted, bugles and charges!
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Neither Khedron nor Omari manage even to scratch the golem.
"At the very least, it would make for some good armor," Heshan said blankly as the golem shrugged off the attacks coming from the cleric and his ward. With that, he resorted to his next attack, a smattering of dust to keep it from accurately spotting the others.
Now the already shiny brass golem also sparkles.
Ohrmizd endures another big hit, and calls for Sarenrae's protections while he tries to peel down the golem.
Ohrmizd cuts the golem heavily.
Hazreem continues to hammer away at the near impervious metal golem...
With his stone hard fists Hazreem manages to bring the golem down. The heat of the brass golem was easy to ignore with a solid fire resistance, but what happens next can't be ignored. The golem explodes, spreading brass shrapnell.
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"Ow, Ow, Ow!!! exclaims Omari, having caught a facefull of shrapnel. Khedron, however, miraculously avoids any harm at all .
Ohrmizd raises his shield protecting himself from the burst, at least in part "Wow, that thing was really dangerous"
"Seems like it is time to check what was it guarding" Ohrmizd waits a bit for healing, then, when everyone is ready, he tries to open the door.
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Hazreem moves over to Ohrmizd and touches him several times with his healing wand...
...before focusing upon his own wounds.
Heshan dusted off the dust before examining the wreckage before him. "It better be worth it. Golems are not particularly my favorite to fight against."
With the guardian gone the door is easily opened. Jeweled tiles cover the floor of this extravagantly decorated chamber, while soft silks and tapestries hang from the walls and ceilings, rippling in a warm breeze that blows gently through the room. Blazing torches, candelabras, shaded lanterns, and softly-glowing braziers spread throughout the room join the soft glow from a river of lava that bisects the chamber from west to east, creating ever-changing patterns of flickering light and shadow on the hanging silks. A pavilion stands in the northern half of the room, formed by silken hangings strung between four engraved columns and filled with pillows and cushions. The smell of incense and heady perfume fills the air, accompanied by the soft sounds of music and laughter from
the pavilion.
Inhabitants of this chamber are six women scantily clad in silk, whose appearance could be described as angelic if the wings weren't the color of ash. Their expression when you as unexpected guest comes through the door could be described as not amused.
Ohrmizd nods gratefully toward Hazreem after the healing "Thank you, friend"
After crossing the doors, he straightens his robes as the angelic figures come into view "You are safe now. Jhavhul is dead, slain by our capable and heroic hands. Whatever bindings held you here are broken. You are free to leave this place"
He lets the weight of the words settle gently in the air, offering them the dignity of truth.
They seem to be indifferent to the news.
"For the Downflower! We have been deceived!" Ohrmizd raises his scimitar while casting divine power "These are Erinyes! Evil devils! No prisoner ladies on need of help!"