From the gloom approached six horrific animated skeletons. They clutched antique khopesh swords or spears and bronze shields, and moved like well trained soldiers. However it was their bones that drew the most interested, for they were covered in the magical silvery-black metal Azoth. even with the warnings from Bittersalt the party failed to maximize their circumstance and attacked as individuals rather than as a team. A few blows were traded, and Tyche the luck goddess seemed to have deserted them, with the barbarian Zoilus taking a critical blow. His incredible fortitude saw him recover and beat back these Eldritch dead. To his horror though he saw his weapons were less effective than they should be.
Brother Spenzar, seeing that the party might be in trouble called upon Typhon to turn back these undead spirits. Throwing all his will and might into the exorcism, his holy power was deadened by the protective Azoth. At that moment the desecrated statue of Typhon that he’d cast down in anger days before stirred and rays of white light shot into the undead, temporarily flaying the power from the metal and allowing Spenzar’s turning to drive some of the skeletons back. Typhon’s reward was forthcoming after all. The battled continued, and still Tyche was in a cruel mood, with Errol charging down and wilding overshooting the skeletons so that he became trapped between their front lines and those who had retreated in the face of Spenzar’s fierce righteousness. It was a tough fight, and the party were exhausted at the end of it.
Realising ‘their’ mistake with the map, they explored the two new doors that southern corridor present. Behind the first was an odd room that had a large iron face of Turms Termax attached to the far western wall, and mouldering benches lined up facing it. When the party approached a strange sound murmured from face. After applying a little oil to the jaw, it spoke out in Old Thulian “Ask a question, if you have one. I’ll answer truthfully, but then you’re done.” Wishing to have nothing to do with cursed Termaxian magic, the party left without speaking to the face.
Seeing that the chamber from the other door contained the disturbing black basalt monolith they’d already found they amended their maps and saw how everything joined up. They then found an empty set of ceils, and rested for an hour to regain some of their powers.
After debating the next steps the decided to push north, away from where they’d spend much of their time so far. Going through the doors leading north from the entrance they discovered a round chamber lined with six fearsome demon masks. Remembering something from history, Brother Spenzar correctly identified them as Thulian Warmasks, used by the ancient Thulians to cower their beastmen armies. Bittersalt, after a cursory check to see how the masks were attached to the wall pulled one off, to be rewarded by cloud of biologically corrosive poison gas! With her lungs burning from the poison, Bittersalt collapsed to the floor after falling a save versus poison, followed by a series of tense death saving throws. Thankfully she survived, and was dragged backwards away from the room and was healed by Spenzar. Using mage hand cantrips, the masks were pulled from wall and tossed into the parties loot bag.
Reaching yet another junction, the party go west and find the corridor ends in a heavy locked door covered in protective iron. The door is successfully unlocked and pulled open. A terrible sight welcomes the party, as stood in the room is menacing figure silently screaming at them. The pale skinned, once human thing looks ancient and a blackness surrounds it, sucking the energy from the very air. It launches itself on Bittersalt, grasping her head with it’s two frozen hands. Bittersalt feels the very life drain from her, as the horrible Wight attacks.
This time however Tyche is very much with party, as swords and spells slam into the once living guardian. It goes down very quickly and fails to drink anymore life force from the elf. As the shadows recede and the Wight dies again, the party spy a large metal chest. While Calphis fails to pick it’s complex lock, Paulo’s small and nimble fingers prove their worth and the heavy padlock is removed. The chest contains a fortune in treasure! Golden candlesticks, bowls and other items lie on top a pile of old Thulian coins. The parties eyes widen as they spot the beautiful longsword, untouched by age that also rests within the chest. After searching through, an ivory and silver wand is removed along with a magical broach.
We finished the session here, with the party considerably richer than they were and with talk of a trip to the city of Adamas to sell the items they have discovered.
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