Deeper into the Tomb of the Ancients, the party encountered a large chamber filled with enemies. They took to arms, slaying their foes. Searching the room, they were able to find a lever on one wall, and a button on another. Cautiously, Conan pushed the button with his sword, revealing a secret or. They proceeded down the hidden passage. A staircase descended below, and as they approached, a dark form in front of them swiftly moved its arm. Torches around the room lit up, revealing two people, one with bow drawn. The arrow escaped his bow, flying towards Conan. He nimbly dodged and charged forward, the rest of the party following quickly. Couladin moved to the other man dealing a swift blow, but he retaliated, shoving his dagger into the flesh of the monk. Conan charged forth, arrows from Lucian sailing past and striking the leg of the ranger. Conan raised his sword high, bringing his blade down upon the man, crowning him with blood. He crumpled to the floor, dead. The ranger readied another arrow, aimed back at Lucian. Couladin wasted no time, racing to the ranger and using his swift strikes to first expose the neck of the ranger, and then snatched the arrow from his grasp, turned it onto its master, and thrust it through his vulnerable throat.
Though the fight was quick,the party was weary. They decided that they had no chance against what lay ahead if they did not try to recover some strength. Chief posted himself at the entrance to the hall, remaining watchful as the other made ready to try and rest. However, moments later a band of six orcs charged down the hall, clubs brandished, seeking blood. The first orc charged forth, catching the side of Chief’s face with his club. The wizard hastily retreated, and summoned forth a great centipede to attack these new foes. Though the giant beast was able to bite the orc, poisoning him, the orc quickly smashed through the construct, dispelling the magic. The others charged, and though Aramil and Lucian fired arrows at the attackers, their weariness caused their aim to falter. The orcs continued to advance. Conan drank a potion of Mage Armor. Feeling the magic course through him, he plunged into the group swinging furiously. Couladin moved to defend Chief, and caught a club on his shoulder, knocking him unconscious. Two orcs moved to Aramil, and the joint assault wounded him badly. Chief continued to fire arrows and cast spells, Lucian Cael-ali fired shot after shot, and Conan continued his rampage. One by one the orcs fell in battle, until the last warrior fell. The others huddled around the injured Aramil, using their combined knowledge to stabilize him. Across the room, Couladin awoke from his daze.
Deciding that this old place may get the better of them, they attempt to sneak away to a secret room they had found on the floor above. However, as they proceed, they hear voices mentioning that they are searching for someone, as an alarm had been raised. Realizing they could not go back, the party pushed forward. this led them past a trapped hallway and into a room with a stone lion’s head pouring glowing water into a small basin. Chief wisely summoned his rat to try the water first, but he was unable to discern anything from the test. Aramil decided he would try the water, and they were amazed to find that it restored his body. The party hastily followed in Aramil’s footsteps, each healing their wounds from the enchanted water. A glint in the stone eye of the lion revealed a key, which they used to proceed deeper into the Tomb of the Ancients.
Another room, this one with a giant troll chained to the wall. Behind the troll, a small button. They realized that the only way to get to the button would be to defeat the monster. Aramil lit a torch, tossing it towards the troll.Chief raised the Wand of Fire Fealty, making the flames rise and surround the beast. In a rage, the troll began to struggle at his bonds, flesh burning as he roared. Conan charged forward, and brought a mighty swing of his greatsword down upon his enemy. Blood poured from the wound, and the troll snapped his chains. Immediately he set upon Conan, and threw two heavy punches into the barbarian. Couladin stepped up to fight with his quarterstaff, and began to strike at the troll. Chief ignited the flames of the torch once again, the flames ripping at the flesh of the beast. Eventually, the coordinated effort weakened the troll to his breaking point. With a roar, Conan rushed the troll, bringing his greatsword across the troll and severing his leg. The troll buckled, and as he crashed to the floor, Conan yelled and separated the beasts head from its immolated body.
The battle over, the party moved to the button, pushing it. Stone grinded, and the stairs that had brought them here had switched direction. Descending the stairs, they came upon a room enveloped in fire. With a wave of the wand, Chief created a small passage through the advancing wall of flame and into the next hall. They raced forward, and found themselves in a great stone hall.
Torches were alight around the square ritual chamber. In the center was a stone slab, upon which sat the rune. Above, [[:Don’kihels]] hovered, suspended by the dark wizard’s magic. The red cloak of the wizard flowed down to the floor. He turned to the group, arms raised. “So you’ve decided to squander the gift of sparing your lives in that bumbling hamlet. Here to save your friend?”
Aramil replied, “You’re done wizard. You won’t escape this place. Let the cleric go.”
“I need him,” The evil wizard taunted. “Rather, needed.” Closing his fist in front of him, flames leaped from the torches and coursed through [[:Don’kihels]], destroying him and igniting the rune with a dark power. The wizard motioned again, creating a shadow of himself. As he disappeared, the flames sank into the shadow, materializing it.
The shadow wizard raised his arms. Couladin swiftly moved to the form, kicking it across the chest. The construct attempted to grab Couladin, but he brought his other foot around, dealing another blow and breaking its hold. Arrows sailed from across the room, the collective bows from Lucian, Chief, and Aramil bringing a flurry of arrows down upon it. Conan also moved to strike the creature. finding itself surrounded, the shadow form dissipated, reappearing next to the archers and conjuring flames that tore across the open room. Engulfed in fire, Aramil and Lucian found themselves injured, and their equipment alight. They quickly tried to extinguish the flames on their weapons, while Couladin approached the shadow from behind. Dealing a mighty blow with his fist, the magic was destroyed, and a small trinket fell to the floor where the being once stood. Upon it, the symbol of the Arcane Academy.