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7.12 - Against the wind and bad luck

The wind of anger took shape, and advanced threateningly toward his opponents death. Her body broken and resumed continuously forms, as if the wind he mentioned he enjoyed de tearing ricomporne profile. "I did not expect that you would be able to defeat the guardians of the mold ... but not leave this room alive!"

Gordianus, Kimara and Ivan rushed immediately against the undead. His body made it very difficult to hurt him intangible. Received the first rounds, the creature opened his arms as if to embrace the whole room, and a swirling storm of twenty expanded spinning furiously from his body, removing stucco from the walls, slabs of marble from the floor, studded with statues, debris and stones from the ceiling ... Gordianus and Ivan were raised in the air and began to spin around in a circle, each suffering from a solid mass, which was taken up by the wind. Then the wind of anger liberated souls locked up in himself, a warrior armed with a scimitar in the air slipped up to Gordianus hitting him with his cutlass, then a knight wielding a spear of light, a warrior armed with a short spear, a giant armored vibrating strokes with a bastard sword, an ark with his deadly bow, slingshot armed with a magical adventurer, and so on ... each of the core launch his deadly attacks and then disappeared.
Kimara, who still benefit from the effects of the spell freedom of movement was not affected by gusts of wind and then moved quickly into the room flying. He struck again the wind of anger while Lucian was approaching and fell on him all his shots of the sword. Krison cast spells and fly freedom of movement companions to remove the tornado. The wind of anger said concentrating attacks on him but mirror images of the Krison stretches just enough to keep him alive. The undead was furious, stepped up the gusts uprooted and columns, plaster statues and whole. The adventurers were overwhelmed by the stones, thrown against walls, battered by the blows of sharp weapons that the creature was released in the coils of swirling air. Ivan caught up focusing on the battle damage, and the wind of wrath rose into the air, circling to twelve feet tall at the center of the tornado that had generated. His emanations reached without difficulty the adventurers that the wind was carrying away. Lucian was lifted into the air and caught him, Ivan took advantage of the fly Krison and did the same. Gordianus was freed from the clutches of the wind and jumped on the opponent with Stigma of Adamantium sguainanta, Kimara planted his claws in the body of the enemy inconsistent.

every wind dropped suddenly, the undead himself retired in every breeze and disappeared. Krison failed to perceive the presence thanks to the magic, and noticed the shadow of the creature was moving fast flying in the forge room. "There is no need to pursue it, - Lucian suggested - do we get out of here and down the cave!" They headed out
darting into the passage leading to access secondary Lucian then rose in the air, and figured the best spot to hit with the spell earthquake so that the entire structure from collapsing in on itself. Kimara pulled out the parchment he had received from Viglis and looked at the magic symbols ... many were unintelligible to him, but would try to play the same formula. He stretched out his arms and uttered the magic words. The parchment disintegrated emanating a glow and releasing a little cloud of sulphurous smoke ... nothing else!
"Wait!" - Said Ivan - It can get a new parchment using one of the wishes of Bastet? " Krison promptly replied: "With desire you can rewind small segments of space-time and recent events make that happen again, for better ..."
Ivan convinced the magic shield. One of the gems of Bastet shattered, releasing the power of the spell desire. Time seemed to stop, then in a moment Kimara found himself again to read the incantation written on parchment ... looked at the magic symbols ... many were unintelligible to him, but would try to play the same formula. He stretched out his arms and uttered the magic words. The parchment disintegrated by issuing a glow and releasing a little cloud of sulphurous smoke ... nothing else!
"It did not work ..." Krison said. Kimara clenched his teeth with rage.
"If we allow freedom to forge, who knows what disasters will be able to create!" Said Ivan.
"Not to mention the wind of anger ..." Gordianus added.
"We have to go to the Basilica of synth and get a new parchment earthquake ... as soon as possible." Lucian concluded. They set in motion immediately. Wallace was a two-hour march.

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7.11 - Six voices, six golem

"I am Lukmir Kridenor Sir, - The Voice of the two-edged sword resounded in the room. He was able to talk. - Who are you you, claiming Stigma of Adamantium ? "The golem of
forge raise their arms and moved them out of the alcove with a powerful step almost simultameo. The flames in their body again fed by hot sparks of supernatural life. Gordianus is sometimes with sword in hand, trying to explain the situation to his new ally. Lukmir Sir did not seem entirely convinced, but the engagement was imminent. "I'm afraid that my blade you will not be entirely useful against these opponents, but we do not have time to think. "He said the two-edged sword.

The six golem attacked knocking down shots of hot metal on intruders and blowing jets of hot steam, but the adventurers had already effectively protected thanks to the magic of Krison. They defeated a construct after the other, shot after shot, breaking the iron body with a sword, until the last flamboyant keeper did not collapse to the ground. The forge, which roared into the room furious over the treasure, he made a burst of heat distress when he realized that all his guards had been destroyed.
The group also recovered the rest of the magical objects. Krison grabbed Raske, the Archmage who threw the stick in the mold to become immortal. "Take me out of here," hissed Raske. Kimara wrapped himself in the mantle of Atharas Lord, who appeared in great manner. Ivan picked shield called Bastet, a circle of solid wood studded with metal magic. Bastet was silent, but when Ivan tried to perceive the presence of a voice femmilile urged him to delay the pleasantries. Finally, Lucian shook his fist in Genesis, a gun drum pounding of power since the individual bullets. "Where Elnor? - Wailed the gun - we find it ... Too much time I was a prisoner of this place ... Help me." Lucian nodded.

"Look!" He pointed Krison. In the room of the dome, where the Titans were imprisoned, a swirling wind began to blow with incredible strength. Lifted debris and rocks, digging in the walls, removing plaster and pieces of marble from the floor. The howling wind was strong and steady. The undead were waiting.

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7.10 - Ghostwall

The door beyond the realm of the warnings was indeed protected by the seals. Detectable with the magic symbols of the magical detection can cause excruciating pain on the unwary that they had exceeded that threshold. Gordianus was not able to turn off those spells of protection, then remove the boards that blocked the opening and opened the door. One after another, all passed through the passage. The seals were active, but soon discovered that they were calibrated to hit much weaker forms of life of members of the group.

The room that opened in front of them was smaller than previous ones, square, and along the side walls were prepared six golems threatening, three along each of the two walls. The guards were other metal nearly three meters and the rib cage of each seemed to be full of hot material. From each joint of their bodies came smoke and puffs of steam, while the metal around the belly was clearly glowing. The furnaces in the body of the golem was the only source of light in the room, and everything seemed tinged with a dark red hues and uncertain.
"I golem of forges " informed them Ivan. They had already met one of these giants. A Palaniuk, long time ago. A golem of these crushed between the fingers a of their comrades before they were able to knock it down. Since then they had come a long way. But they still are.
front of every golem was a small stone altar. On each stone altar in the air by magic, a magical object was rotating slowly. But uncommon magical items ... artifacts. Artifacts of wonderful workmanship, beautiful magic items that certainly had an immense power ... finishes, engravings, the way in which the metal was bent ... everything was incredibly well done, even perfect. The forge had created all these items ... La Forge Ghostwall . Feeding on the souls of those who had sacrificed in his furnace.
"There are altars ... - Lucian remarked - ... are tombstones. There are written on each stone pedestal. "It all came to the first, the inscription was engraved in Wallace." Here lies Sir Lukmir Kridenor "they read. On the stone altar floated a two-edged sword of metal with dazzling central hilt of ivory and gold decorations of great beauty.
"There must also be Raske, the archmage of which we spoke Granak" He saw Lucian.
They found him in fact, the altar of Raske exposed to a magic stick briar brown, embellished with copper and crowned by the intrusion of some cut crystal ball to drop.
"We can not sepperllire these objects together to forge." cried Ivan.
"Take it then." He suggested Krison. But it was clear that the molds do not have permission to be robbed of so much value without reacting. A stasis field seemed magical objects that wrap both the golem, and it was probably groped to steal an object would activate at least one of the guardians. In the worst case: all.
Gordianus concentrated in an attempt to detect the presence of evil in the objects. He found a huge amount, but not in the objects. The only one of six magic items that were felt to be a wicked pair of gloves, corresponding Zerath was written on the altar. But he was distracted by other things: the whole room seemed enveloped in a haze full of invisible hatred and resentment. "It must be referred to by the presence Granak ... is still here. "
" Grab Lukmir Sir, Gordianus. "Krison suggested." Whatever happens, we can not leave these things here. "
Gordianus stepped forward and gripped the hilt of the sword room. Almost simultaneously concentration of evil that had received mezzodrago took shape in front of the room. A smoky figure, dressed in worn and torn clothes, whose shadowy forms seemed to be incurred by an unnatural breeze while changing the face features every second. He spoke with a loud voice as if dozens of souls were whispering through the same lips: "Give your intent, mortal! We wind of anger that haunts these rooms. Our mangled bodies from the furnace are not reborn as artifacts, and the incompleteness of our lives is finally holding on to these walls. We will not leave you take away our treasures. We will not have mercy on those who want to take away our prisoners. "
Then it was dissolved. His presence, of course, was still in the room.
The adventurers preparanono the worst, unlined weapons and spells active. Gordianus grabbed Sir Lukmir, and immediately all six golem began to move toward them.

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7:09 - Forge living

It was a crystal ball, programmed to repeat an image forever illusory. Gordianus As soon as he approached, the sphere lit up, and appeared above it the evanescent figure of a priest of synth, old, bearded and with clothes that no longer bears at least a century.
"This is the Forge Ghostwall . - He said, his voice hoarse and apparently magical - This site was declared sacrilegious by the Holy Church of synth. The Church of synth has placed the seals. No one who is faithful to the dictates of the Church must go beyond them. Leave this place. There dwells an evil immortal and immoral. "
Gordianus examined the seals. They looked like old iron bolts and wooden planks nailed to the wall, nothing exceptional. But they decided that it was better before returning back Eritz Burbank from his wife.

Mrs. Burbank was happy to review her husband safe and sound. It was clear that neither he nor his inexperienced (as out of service) fellow adventurers have never tried a new mission. Not soon. Rewarded the group with a sapphire gem of great value, one of the treasures of her husband when he was a skilled adventurer.
Leaving home and Krista Eritz headed to the Basilica of synth in the square of the meeting. The basilica was a temple of monumental grandeur, with gigantic columns that rose like towers holding up bright white and frescoed vaults of incredible beauty. One of the guardians of worship, the deacon Viglis , heard about their relationship and invited them to forge follow at the tower of the library. On some older volumes discovered many details about the mold. That place should have been inactive and dormant, and the Titans would have to watch it on behalf of the church. Viglis advised them to ask Granak , a half-orc cleric who, according to notes of the book, was the last sixty years ago to inspect the mold.

Granak was still alive. They found him to chop wood, despite the venerable age, and served by an easement very well educated. He invited everyone to dinner, and told them of the archmage Raske, one of the souls trapped in the forge. "That is forging an artifact Damn ... It feeds on souls to create powerful artifacts ... but the last time you fell down there, there was more than a magical forge ... the souls of all those burned in the magma were like holding on to their place of death, the walls, columns ... there lies a terrible presence! "According
Granak the only solution was to bring down the mountain on the forge, bury it forever. If the mold was revived, could only mean one thing: the return of Hyssiris Wallace." We we faced one of his servants ... "Lucian recalled, referring to Lobas . Granak had seen good. Hyssiris An emissary was reborn in the city. The forge had received, and was reactivated.
" Go back to Viglis, let give a parchment earthquake. And a powerful spell. Go down there and destroy everything, so no one can ever make more use of molds. "

Viglis also gave them the scrolls of teleportation , in order to escape and not be buried under there. Get permission to destroy the cave , adventurers headed back toward the entrance to the forge.

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7.08 - In Relief and in danger

Despite Keremish was in the hands of dark forces extraplanar, adventurers decided to seek adventure elsewhere. Probably the news that the army would come to Wallace to lay siege to their city in a month he had just cleared. Or perhaps thought they had a month to recover any items of equipment magic. The lightness is known, dwells in the hearts of willing adventurers. In any case, come to Wallace, the capital of the kingdom, the famous "City of synth, immediately began looking for a job for experienced adventurers. The offer was not very large: the vast majority of the requests were too simple to work, which made it a little and could also be resolved by mercenaries, low alloy. Very few people need to kill a dragon, and even if they need it, very few people can afford it. However, none of them wanted to waste time wiping kobolds. After careful selection, they turned to a woman, Krisia *, the wife of an adventurer who seemed to disappeared while exploring an underground labyrinth near the city.

Kris did enter the house, a villa in the small district town hall. He offered them a drink and told her husband, a bard named Eritz * that was once a great adventurer. Some of his old friends had convinced him to take up arms again and follow some old ruins in the exploration of groundwater from which it was possible to come up with a lot of treasures. The friends had called the place "the great ossuary, and the entrance is located north east of Wallace, hidden in the shadow of a hill. Krisia had waited a week, then there was a collapse caused by a small earthquake in the area, and then was convinced to seek help: he wants the adventurers Eritz retrieve and bring back home. She and her husband are rich enough to pay the right, but not if Eritz not come back, it means that this place is not for beginners of the craft.

The group left when ready. The entrance seemed to be surrounded by barriers and fences attacked by vines, weeds and brambles. They went in and they became immediately aware that it must have been a secondary tunnel exit, not the main entrance. The collapse did not appear to have involved, but could have closed the main entrance, perhaps even as Eritz and his companions were trying to get out of there.
ZING! Gordianus tripped on a wire stretched thin. A number of mechanisms are put in motion and a log rolled down the corridor from sweeping all. I managed to avoid it more agile, the latria stood up sore.
"No traps, eh?" Asked Lucian.
Gordianus shrugged. His ability to identify them was not much.
For this reason, after that, I walk several others. A booby-trapped, a dazzling, a wall that crushed them against the wall, breaking their bones. They survived thanks to the magic of healing potions and Kimara, but the journey was taking them to the test.
Then, at the bottom of a staircase, heard a voice call, "Ehiiii! Hello? We need help! There are injured, please help us!" It was
Eritz. His companions were seriously injured and he was exhausted, no longer able to magically heal their wounds. "We tried to exit the main entrance, but we did not succeed. When we moved some rocks, the tube is collapsed on us. My two companions were overwhelmed by the stones, it took me all day to dig up, then they I dragged him here ... "
"Quiet Eritz, send us your wife." The Lucian said.
nursed the wounded just enough to stabilize their wounds, then turned their attention to the room opened a little further. "We saw what lay ahead ... and we agreed that there was any treasure in there, we would not have risked my life!" Said the bard, while the group went to verify it. A room

extremely wide and shaped vaguely circular opening over a stone arch. Mighty colonnades supports its goal. The floor was well-paved, vaults filled. It seemed the entrance to some place of worship, even if it was not clear what it was. At the end of the room was a wooden door, reinforced with metal studs rusty. But the sides of the door, the view would discourage anyone to go on. Two huge titans, giants and human features of great power, incantenati were standing against the wall. One on each side of the door. Their heads touched the ceiling, their hair was long, their beards neglected. Incantenati seemed to be there for years. Yet they were alive: breathing slowly, his eyes dull and half closed, her head bowed. For arms and ankles were anchored to the wall, as crucifixes standing, stunned by some magical force.
"I'm the Titans!" Krison recognized them. Extraplanar beings, but benevolent and unselfish nature.
The magician came to the door of wood, while the tension for what would have happened more and more saliva. He pushed the door, which opened a creak. In the middle of the next room, shone a magical object.